sensative

[creativesoul]

the light usually arrests me
in the morning
i hear the birds outside
today i opened my eyes several times
saw my pants on the couch and said"no fucking way"
i made it out the door at 11 to my meeting at 12
his face came thru the door smiling
all my engines are charging for the hill
i was on the top floor of the parking structure praying
waiting for the last final
prayer is powerful
kind of moves interior mountains around
and i felt high
i wasnt
but i was
ya know
i had prayed my way into a sensative zone
and tommorow
i must gather for the later
travel some distance
visit a few friends and return home
dress in hand ribbons sewn in place
to meet my creator
i might be a little bit sleepy when i get up on the hill
i think my Great Spirit has a dream waiting for me
i will dance this summer
and pray hard
i hope someone will take care of my flowers and garden in the yard
i think I maybe met my mate
only now it is a question of fate
i want to share what was so freely given to me
another day
i am free
i feel the love
all around me
more would only astound me

[mnaz]

I have this idea that I should pray, and pray hard.

It seems particularly timely.

And I might need the results of that prayer some day.

Yet, I hold out, unsure of the motives
of those who told me to pray,
and pray hard.

[stilltrucking]

Yet, I hold out,

beats me Mark, I am coming from a different point in time, not sure how it is for you, but I just got to a point where I just gave in. I was no Faust, I had no one to give me all the answers. So I just decided to wing it. "Go my own way" to paraphrase St Jack.

Prayer is poetry.


"...eat a lot of peaches
Try to find Jesus on your own”jprine

To beat to google it but there is a quote that goes something like this, “trust those that seek the truth, doubt those that find it.” But there is a function of age to that. I am pretty comfortable with my heretical faith. I hear that is what men of a certain age are supposed to do. Withdraw from mundane matters and go up into the mountains and find a cave to sit in..

prayer is powerful
kind of moves interior mountains around

I think in physics that is one of the properties of energy, it can move matter around. Even exterior mountains.

Thanks creative, I enjoyed reading it

[mnaz]

I decided to wing it. "Go my own way" to paraphrase St Jack.

Prayer is poetry.

This sort of thing inspires me.

.... there is a quote that goes something like this, “trust those that seek the truth, doubt those that find it.”

This sort of thing confounds me. I watch the truth of those who invested too much in truth. And we're inevitably, deeply screwed.

And I suppose I'll leave it at that. For now.

[stilltrucking]

I deleted a long couple of replies to you mark cause I could see that the language was failing me. What we have here is a generation gap. This is all about time, point of my life I am at, and where you are at. And also about my inadequencies as a writer. I don't know much about Zen except what I picked up here. But I like koans a lot. almost like palindromes for me if you know what I mean. Like a mirror image. Sometimes a mind can't concieve the duality until rationality is confounded. It is late and I got head ache. Going to rest my eyes and check back later. This is all unedited gibberish, I won't delete it. I will try to edit. I will be happy to repost deletions if you want to see them. But I don't see how they could be of any use. Lame metaphor of wisdom teeth.

I just love reading your geometrical precise photographic writing. I am a fan that is all. Nothing personal. You might feel the way I do when your are about twenty years older, or maybe I will feel the way you do when I am twenty years older. I am just too dam glib for my own good Mark. Something I noticed in brooklyn before I saw the beam in my eye. It is a vanity. Or maybe it is my faith. I am putting it all on line. I am a commited Heretic.

[stilltrucking]

CS I want to repost what I deleted to you. I deleted the whole reply including my reply to you.

I think i can do it from memory, first I told you how much I aprreciated your poem and then I went off on a long irrelavent ramble about the great Ted Williams. How he never tipped his hat to the fans when they cheered him for hitting a home run.

ANd then Isaid something about I hope you have a safe trip home. When Ifind the original post I will edit this reply

I feel like a high jacker sorry

[creativesoul]

i sat for four days
without food
or water
i was inside of an altar and there were over twenty people in camp
keeping the fire buring
praying as well
however they needed to
i love being a native
even if i am only a half breed
i like the way ceremony brings the seeds to flower
in a rather quick period of time
i like feeling my nerves kind of give way to tears bodies of thought
and the endless open skies
the stars
and the sense that this planet is a little wee place in the universe
i like that my love for creator is all mine
i honor any prayer
that anyone makes
the naked prayer
stripped of pride, and the ugliness of mankind
how we live some of us like kings and there are those that live in a shopping cart
art sooths me
i feel very fortunate to be alive in a time when it is legal for us to celebrate these ways without death and persecution
it is not so for others and the way they choose to pray in other parts of this wee planet
however maybe my prayers will help