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Gone

GONE

Wisdom leads to peace
Beyond which no one remains
Feeling happiness

Free

FREE

Seeing attachments
To simply see attachments
Without attachment

At Ease II

AT EASE II

Now in solitude
Now blessed with companionship
All one vast dreaming

Waterfall: Shadorma

WATERFALL

We so like
To stop, close these eyes
Stay stock-still
Motionless
Lean into the sound until
Eyes are forgotten

Free As A Bird

FREE AS A BIRD

Woke up this morning
Nothing to live or die for
I sang my heart out

Sugar For Salt

SUGAR FOR SALT

May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
Be sure never to let your fear
Seed hatred toward others
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions

May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions
If you’re not part of the solution
Then you’re part of the problem
May you ever travel peacefully
And with worthy companions

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Crash On The Levee (Down In The Flood)

Crash on the levee, mama
Water’s gonna overflow
Swamp’s gonna rise
No boat’s gonna row
Now, you can train on down
To Williams Point
You can bust your feet
You can rock this joint
But oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow

Now, don’t you try an’ move me
You’re just gonna lose
There’s a crash on the levee
And, mama, you’ve been refused
Well, it’s sugar for sugar
And salt for salt
If you go down in the flood
It’s gonna be your own fault
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
You’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow

Well, that high tide’s risin’
Mama, don’t you let me down
Pack up your suitcase
Mama, don’t you make a sound
Now, it’s king for king
Queen for queen
It’s gonna be the meanest flood
That anybody’s seen
Oh mama, ain’t you gonna miss your best friend now?
Yes, you’re gonna have to find yourself
Another best friend, somehow

 

(Copyright © 1967 by Dwarf Music; renewed 1995 by Dwarf Music)

Jet Plane Warbirds (Republished)

JET PLANE WARBIRDS

Noisomely loudly
Splitting our quiet skies
Oh when will you return home?

Be gone, fey daughters of mad Zeus
Be done with twirling your bloody fingers
Fondling their hard-won garlands demanded
And then – oh but of course – soon discarded

Gladiators meet, mete out death, make meat
Reborn as gliadioli – erect, sword-shaped
Leaves and spikes of flowers – overblown
In a superfluity of colour, so over fulsome

Be gone, be gone, we beseech thee
Leave us in peace, in peace
In blessed peace

Postprandial Pals

POSTPRANDIAL PALS

When the curtain falls
Those acting opponents
Clean off all the pancake
And repair to the pub

Reconciliation

RECONCILIATION

It is never too late
To say your peace
Unless of course
You leave it too late

No Way Out But In

NO WAY OUT BUT IN

No way to cease
The perceived
External
Robotic
Repetitive
Combat of blind
And mindless hatred
Spewing forth war after war
Thick clouds of noxious smoke
Filling libraries with thick volumes
Wise man authors detailing atrocities

But here though
Lies a chance
Internal
Nondifferential
All-absorbing
Unceasingly creative
Returning to the source
That gave us birth in return
In here is to be found
Peace eternal
Within this
Disturbing dream
Or should I say nightmare
Self-created as is all

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