Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"Shhhhh..... shhhhhh....
baby's all brand new..
hush my sweet world and do
what you always do"

Shhhhh..... shhhhhh....
mama's good to go...
speak my sweet heart and show
what you always show

man's got himself
wired up into the
worth of a moment,
his wife ailin' and he
like the sculptor, forming
her back in and she
like the artist, drawing
herself into the scenery
of home, love, their mantra,
love, their reason,
this season now alive
like the size of their being
and when i am seeing them
breathe art, i dart back and forth
between my own breaths, grateful
for the soar of these spirits

nighty-night poets
& just to quote the
coolest cat on the planet
when interviewed by BaBa WaWa
tonight....."Be Happy!"

and so we sang the mantra together...

shhhhh and hushhhh
shhhhh and hushhhh

the rush of a midnight,
the justice of a solstice,
the shortest day headed
for the longest day,

the formidable dimensions,
the complete planet whirled
on an axis,

the blankets spread,
each babe awakening
below a cradle,

each rocking the other
each nursing each other
each mama, each saviour,
each father, each stroke,

each awoke
with a passover,
christmas the mythical
mystical blessing,

each embrace
complete

gnight mark... see you tomorrow
love you! we will keep the light on..
the light you help illuminate
thank you!

my candles burn low
oil burner scented with bergamot and cloves
lemon tree bursts with fruit
tiny yellow condiments decorate the yard

it's morning of a new day
sun inches up through the clouds
birds still claim the night

lovers claim saturday time
do not disturb
shhhhhh....hush
do not disturb

if i were a torch singer..
(well, you already have the piano, doreen...!!!)
if I were Santa Claus...
(I already bought the Christmas presents:
toys for the kids
music and books for the ones I know more
liquid soaps, calendars and ambient scents for the ones I know less)
I have to say this year was easier...
maybe the next I'll try to be more creative!

the morning city heat awoke me, though
sunny milky sky
static palms
motion/motionless december day
sting/ing me
to find something new
somewhere
and all seems illusion
and at the same time not
mmm... maybe I can reach zazen at eleven...

za at nine
zen at ten
zazen eleven

I give this holiday to those who gave...to Neal (Cody Pomeroy)...who in the bleakness of lost Denver never found his Father...to Jack who ripped out his liver and offered it to the Buddhas of old around a hobo fire in in arizony.....to sid with eyes like two black holes in the sky , shine on you crazy diamond...to the lizard king...who could do anything....to Jimi who in a purple haze kissed the sky....to Janis who rests with southern comfort...dragged her own ball and chain... and Dr. Thompson shot from a cannon so his consciousness is in the very air we breathe........................

I give this holiday to Jovonie Ochoa,
I give this holiday to all the children
May they all be fed
loved
cherished




Jovonie Ochoa, age four, starved to death on Christmas Day while his family celebrated in the next room San Antonio Texas December 25 2003

all about the children
enlightment jam
dazed jam
exiting the pain jam
but don't push
the jealing process
all in good time
christmas time is here................

the innocence of children...
to believe in miracles
to believe in every possibility

ahh to be a child again

i have a problem
believing the mail will come tomorrow,
let alone a second coming of a god
in human form, or a first.

the mailman is entirely unreliable.

my faith is a champagne glass.
i dropped it and it crashed.
a silver chalice cannot be destroyed
as quickly as crystal.

Ahhh.. but I do believe in love
and all the hope above me
which will pull me back in.