Stuff I Learned from His Holiness

No matter how difficult,
      make effort. 9 times fail, 9 try anew.
      Create this century of non-violence.
      Think centuries into future.
      Even seems hopeless, never give up.

Dr. R:
      May we not subject unborn
            to unstable climate.
      Preventing is cheap change for rich.

H.H.:
      Peace can pay solution
            when bombs unbought.
      Destroy so-called enemy is
            self destruction.

Mia:
      Active courage fights for
            dream bigger than crisis.

Congresswoman Sanchez:
      Status quo never
      changed without a fight.

H.H.:
      More monks and more nuns =
      non-violent birth control.

      Sore inside mouth can only be healed
      from within the mouth.

      Sense oneness with 7 billion.
      You are your own master;
      Your future in your hands.

Land mine woman:
      Silence is complicity.

Robert Thurman:

1.  The people are sick and tired of wars:
           nobody wins.
2. Earth not limitless:
           the people don't want Earth destruction.
3. Systems cant fix:
           people fix.
4. Technomaterialism has only
           magnified our greed, anger, confusion.

H.H.:

1. Cosmology disproves Mt. Meru.
2. Neurobiology should delve subtlest consciousness
3. Buddhist quantum physics
4. Science of mind.

Core curriculum of heart to teach skill of happiness

Exaggeration feeds destructive emotion —
Interdependence deconstructs destruction.

Make effort with vision
       and realism
       to realize

       Peaceful   Happy    Century.

Duarte Statue Flatland

Here is where rattlesnakes
             were over paved
                      pools of prosperity
                      bathe bears bearing heat.
Duarte's ranch: now burbed
                      sighing street
                      plaza crissed in red brick spokes
                      no body gathered in this
                      gathering place

Man's nose burnt red, sores and sot eyes
                      pushed past a stray shopping
                      cart.

Land crushed. People scattered.
But autos keep constant course
                       slip beyond Duarte's ceaseless fountain
                       prowl the many million mile
                                 tar and tread
                                 hard pan viaduct
                                 atop sullen yellow soil
                       orange orchard relegated
                       to two grated squares on
                       perimeter,
                       laden of green orbs.

In His Presence

Puffed ragged lids rim my eyes
yellow horned lamas incant
squirm of children thrush with white scarf
            saxophone accompany
            silk and brocade
            eyelash and a bow
            prostrate half
            press palms     — pause —

His Holiness speaks to us
            Glass rims glinting
            Deep rich reverberations
                             Above red EXIT

Why. How. That silent spinning wool of
            fading consciousness
            insinuates like cicadas
                                    charms my eyes slip shut.

Eye Dry

Eye brights flash
Brownian light threads
Tiny worms suspend
                    across     sky mind
                                   fog carpet.

Don't look for them
look into vacant white
                    then out they crawl
        motes – fur shadow dots – splay
        tracking south below focus
                    of my drifting opters.
        ghosts of filaments
        tiny dust threads
                    drift within eye sphere sno-globes.

Polarized stripes: magenta-ish / young-yellow-green
        undulate haze forest
        beyond quavering wing probes.

Not seeing dust quilt:
It's a mind quilt sewn in streets of yellow
        earth
thirsting for canals of tears
olive acres cast boxed sights
        toward a parched heaven.

deer

"Oh dear,
 a deer without an ear!"

 and an antler missing.