We Could Get Together

There's a preacher in the Bible
says that all is vanity.
There ain't much you'd call survival.
Get it straight for sanity.
To everything there are two seasons:
a Spring and a Fall.
Don't ask me the reason
but it's true.
Still as long as there is anything
anywhere at all,
we could get together
Me and You.

Darlin, you be a shore breeze
and I'll be some old trees
I could bend with You until I died.
You be the Vast Void,
I'll be an ast'roid
orbiting your starry insides.

You be a jazz band,
I'll be a tune.
Use me every song in every set.
I'll be a bridge span,
You be the Moon.
I think we'd make a lovely silhouette.

If You was a little vine
needin a place to climb,
I could always be your garden pole.
If I was a thirsty horse
lost on a desert course,
You could always be my water hole.

If You was a sunflower
bloomin just one hour,
for an hour I would be your stem.
If You was a deep bog
and I was a tree frog,
I would hop down all the time and swim!

Honey, You be a southern clime,

I'll be the sunshine.

That way I could always keep you warm.

If you led the bees' life,

I'd be a beehive.

That way you could come to me in swarms.

Babe, I'll be the summer air,
make like a mountain.
Between us we could melt a little snow.
You be a public square,
I'll be your fountain
somewhere in the south of Mexico.

Some say this universe
stinks like a cesspool.
Some say it is beautiful and pure.
I don't know good from worse,
I'm just a crass fool
but I will always love You. That's for sure.

[Adapted from The Mr Bones Doggone Versations]

A  Smashing Love to All,

- John O.

Kingdom of Ghosts

In the Kingdom of Ghosts the Queen is also dead.
Her silver shadow scepter threatens only the deluded.
If they knew that they were dead, it would have no point
but I, who thought I lived here, felt it sharp enough.

No one lives in this cold electric land.
I see the way the light shines through my body.
My sex is phantom and even if she beds me,
even if she calls me King, I’m dead.

She thrusts but I don’t parry. Now I know.
Ghosts can’t hurt ghosts, but I remember
sunshine and water and the breath of the living.
Smash this ghost with love. I will be born.


Love to All,

- John O.

Midway

there is an eyeball in my heart
that can no longer squint away the pain
its pupil dilates and it has no lids

it sees when the clerk smiles false
when the child pretends to love because
how else can the loveless be endured?

Diotima from this rung of your ladder
both top and bottom disappear in fog
shapes dim and not so dim move up and down

the eyeball in my heart makes out
the son who is prodigal but never returns
the father who wants to reach but can’t

who says i can climb higher?
my eye can’t close and my limbs grow tired
only my hand clings to your ladder

knowing you have touched it
kind fierce Mistress of the Wise
i am glad


love,

- john o.

Look

Look. I see you. Look.

From the pages of your book,

from your plate, the food you cook,

I see you. Look.

You are beautiful and fine.

Your reflection in your wine

gazes at what is not mine

or yours. You dine

and you are dined upon.

You never came, are never gone,

will never set and had no dawn.

Listen to John.

This moment is the care you took.

I see you. Look.

Love to the Good Looking,

- John O.

8 of Swords

inside the blades and bars of thought and feeling

a prisoner, blind and bound but reeling

anger, fright, choking, needs

she bleeds

i am but a worthless falling Fool afar

in space alone can i break blades and bars

catch the blood and offer back love's cup

look up!

love to all

- john o.

Love Shack Sadhana

till all are free i take refuge in the awakened
and in the teachings that awaken
and the assembly of the awakening
my body my speech and my heart mind
i offer to you
please look on me with eyes of compassion
and please grant your grace
that i might live and die for the benefit of others

yadayadayada


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experience is just goes too far
experience beyond contain
experience the whole damn biz
experience beyond disdain

may all beings know fortune and the source of fortune
may we all know satisfaction and the source of satisfaction
never without the sacred joy beyond dissatisfaction
great peace 
no attachment no aversion no indifference
to any thing or body

by the spiritual power inherent in my practice
may all become awake and free
may we cross the great ocean of suffering
the stormy waves of birth love old age illness and death

I bow to all meditators


- john o.

Love and Conflict

call it a plurality
call it nonduality
call it wretched
call it fun
it's never nothing
never one

go philosophize your life
what is real and why is strife
then go tell it to your honey
when you've gambled all the money
or have seen or been a whore
philosophy goes out the door
and while the fool philosophizes
love happens
and
conflict arises

love and conflict to all,

- john o