They don't have jobs for dreamers
spiritual expanders
bleeding heart lovers
nighttime story whisperers

heavy espresso drinkers
(wanderers of asian mysticism
riders of ancient motorcycles
caretakers of rusted romantic machinery)

This place is like my death bed
pain burns like fever

(God always comes in fever
in pain)

(it takes an arrow to pierce the heart)
Flow of blood
flow of water
life force in action

It's not a cross it's a tree
Same tree the Buddha sat underneath

In the West we struggle
struggle agains the cross

In the East they simply sit down
under the tree
take some shade
take some rest

(take some rest my son
have some rest)

I have good days and bad days
days where I understand the glory and the light
and the beauty within

and days where I am bereft
almost like a dog who waits day
after day
by the graveside of his owner


As if he understands the concept of resurrection
and has the utmost confidence that the sole purpose of his
existence will stand up cheerfully one morning

DELICIOUS SYLLOGISM

My paradise lives inside of me.
She is my paradise.
She is alive inside of me.

Place inside
(of the zero point)
cosmic opening into the true
mother spirit

We have come to the threshold beloved
blending into one
before dissapearing
(only to return as
undefined
bliss)

Sitting here in between
the wars
(& there's nothing standin between me
and paradise)
save the lonely chasm of fear we must
cross

Old Dreams of Chopper Freedom
(running away again)
handgun from the war
saddlebags
(things that won't break)