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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high unsurpassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
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bleakly, deliberate concubine whispers dryly, upright light sullies
angrily, drunken battle-axe languishes dryly, dingy degeneration defers
sleeplessly, perfect chivalry sucks unholily, tribal corduroy sullies
completely, aggressive sheep burns dazzlingly
Of course it is you morbid fuck
But don't rely on chipper statements like
"When God closes a door he opens a window"
or some parable about footprints in the sand
Swallow, turn around, walk away.
Worth or worthless
question or questionless
god or godless
the river rocks are round and smooth
i will take an egg out of the robin's nest in the orchard
i will take a branch of gooseberries from the old bush in the garden
and go and preach to the world
you shall see i will not meet a single heretic or scorner
you shall see how i stump clergymen and confound them
you shall see me showing a scarlet tomato and a white pebble from the beach
(by walt whitman)
it is odd, sometimes
how easy it is to make words dance
and how hard it is to bleed
blood is simple. any edge
will do it; glass or steel
or cold moonlight if you are built that way.
words break nothing; weightless breath
except the heart which does not bleed.
You might as well live.
O Great God of electronic Ether you have grown
first we spoke to you in Bytes
Then we spoke to you in Kilobytes
then Megabytes
Now we speak in Giga and Terabytes
your popularity though is waning
Now they know not who they worship
they cannot even understand the difference
between an upload and a download
She is into facials horay!
Oh yeah, oh yeah
hang on to honor
hang on to homer
home in to hanger
"A Zen aspirant went to a Zen master and asked, "What happens after
death?" The Zen master replied, "I don't know." The practitioner was
suprised. "But you are a master!" he protested. "But I am not a dead master,"
came the answer."
--Physics of the Soul: The Quantum Book of Living, Dying, Reincarnation
and Immortality by Amit Goswami
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