by repressive regimentation reason creates civilization
and thereby self-conscious reflection sends man
hurdling down a descent towards death:
(Marcuse)

"...for wherever conscious purpose is seen
there, truth and innocence have been lost...
by devotion to the divine spirit within
(instinctual awareness) man attains
an unsullied innocence that leads him

to do right with instinctive certainty."

redemption (from death) is won
moment-by-moment by a mind
natural and true...unshadowed by reflection
I CHING

it is written, that man is engaged
in a conscious struggle for existence
plodding along a road to nowhere
we must abandon this paralysis
and re-discover the path awakened moment-to-moment
along the yellow brick road to instinctual awareness

EROS and CIVILIZATION, Herbert Marcuse

in so much as i did not show love

that same is taken from me

what if they gave a sale and no one showed up?

Forget Marx and Engels, the most powerful force
we have as agents for social change is as consumers

Wanna change the world?
change your patterns of consumption

brought to you by: The Voluntary Simplicity Movement

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life and to see if I could not learn what it had to teach me, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

Henry David Thoreau

in the Life of God, divine cognition
is but mere insipidity without suffering
patience and labour
of untroubled equality, unity with itself

in patience and humility
there is rear-ward
for the bowing of one's head
while standing in line at Walgreens or Walmart

Hegel, PHENOMENOLOGY OF SPIRIT, p. 10

Life Eternal
like catching the perfect wave, riding the Eternal Crest
wave after wave moment-by-moment
being there, natural and true
its only when you fall
in-between waves, in-between moments
when you are out-of-step, out-of-place
that death draws you into its clutches

"Wherever conscious purpose is to be seen
there the truth and innocence of nature
have been lost"
Anake--the conscious struggle for existence
is the origin of death

when we get caught up in conscious plotting
struggle and strive
we lay ourselves open to death

A mind natural and true is unshadowed by reflection
and nurtures Life-Eternal
I CHING

sweetness permeates the Texas air
a rarefied gift this time of year

Old-oaks heavy laden with character

so, i will designate one of them

as my Christmas tree, this year

the preacher was reading outta the phone book
today
no worries tho, the congregation is deaf

"Why do you not understand my speech?"
John 9:14

butterfly rainbows dancing in the sun
close one eye, then the other
butterfly rainbows dancing in the sun

darkness preys upon Light
sucking all the life from it
that is why Light must flood the darkness
bringing the fullness thereof
to bear upon it

and with this initiative

Light tames the Beast and darkness attains its Beauty

the id comes knocking on our door
blindly striving to gratify its instinctual impulses
while ego desperately co-ordinates
alters, attempts to control and repress
incorrigible impulses incompatible with reality

the id in a tempestuous borderline truce
held at-bay tenuously, moment-to-moment

at last, the id hands ego
its head-in-hand

primal instincts (the id) press forth
the ramparts strain
forces of the ego falter
stumble-upon and wear thin
finally dissolve
the individual rejoices in liberation

there were the usual lines
albeit with new faces
somehow new yet familiar...homeless
more were women and children...homeless
those by-passed by prosperity
faces not yet weathered and worn
still, too fresh, but...homeless

as we must reconcile ourselves to death
so must we commit to life
as a moment-to-moment proposition
it is imperative that we
sustain momentary awareness
for lapses in-between moments
is where death lurks gathering itself
repelled only by leaps of faith

CONGRATS

passion is of the moment
it fulfills itself quickly
being of the moment but not transcending...
if only, we could nail passion down
substantiate it
but passion is not so easily caught
rather, it is as elusive as the moment itself

passion like a butterfly
lighting on this then that
but captured not...

sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself
when i looked down the way
and saw a blind man playing air guitar
on his cane
which of us is more crazy...
sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself

nobody feels any pain
tonight as i stand inside the rain
everybody knows
that baby's got new clothes
but lately i see her ribbon and her bows
haven fallen from her curls
she takes just like a woman
she makes love just like a woman
and she aches just like a woman
but she breaks just like a little girl

dylan