Sonnet for the Illuminous

Some confuse the New Moon with the Bright

but refuse their True Moon ever to consult

Some live in safely Luminous Night

and call Truth's dangerous Daylight "the Occult"

Some call their little fragments Wholeness

while fragging Memory to pure Morass

Some call their Weak Defenses their Great Soulness

while they whip poor Balaam's precious Ass

Some call their use of others "Sacrifice"

Friends are Shafts — Enemies are Staffs

Some are only nice to get The Nice

but John? he watches waits... and laughs

That Brooding Silence bought by scorning

might pray in darkness — but can't talk in the morning

fuck off, demons

 “mortal, but once we enjoyed the masquerade
  now we see clearly, all things perishing”

                          - the vidyadhara, chökyi gyatso 

listen up, john, you stupid motherfucker
go ahead
go beat your stupid head against your stupid wall

everywhere children die of your idiot compassion
eyeless in Gaza?
you wish, you bleeding bag of gas

confess
you murdered your dad
and slept with your mom
you plotted extermination of jews and palestinians
soccer moms and bankers
masters of war
your ex-wives' lovers and therapists
and your own pathetic heart

meditating à l'ermitage du ressentiment
on the Guru of Revenge
you made this whole charade up, pal

live in it

but in the real hermitage he gave me with a smile
my Teacher laughs:

“gather the six senses and offer them to Me
I will conquer the ugly heart of America
your ugly heart, john
tsokdruk rangdrol
I will turn the bloody gaze of your 5 Eyes inward”

fuck off demons

 
       - tsokdruk rangdrol
                  aka
         crazy stoner john