startled into life like fire

by charles bukowski.


in grievous deity my cat
walks around
he walks around and around
with
electric tail and
push-button
eyes


he is
alive and
plush and
final as a plum tree


neither of us understands
cathedrals or
the man outside
watering his
lawn


if I were all the man
that he is 
cat --
if there were men
like this
the world could
begin


he leaps up on the couch
and walks through
porticoes of my
admiration.

my dream #1

i dont remember but it was apocalyptic. i could barely see but what i could kept changing based on what others decided for me ... the smallest and most careless act on others parts greatly affected me -- i marvelled at my insignificance.  

his dream #1

a little girl he knew was being h(a)unted by THE BLACK MONSTER. THE BLACK MONSTER was a blank faced hooded figure who visited in sleep. she was h(a)unted by THE BLACK MONSTER because of a necklace she wore, cursed?. it was understood that for THE BLACK MONSTER to go away she would need our hero's help. so he waited outside her room until just before she slept, then entered and confronted. he had to say formal things like "i must insist you leave now" and wait until HE did.


did HE? i am curious.


he thinks, but isnt sure. he awoke just before it finished so repeated it in waking. to solidify the deal.


on this topic in retrospect he says "it was going to be a battle. i was appointed this duty, and was going to follow through."


i hope it did the trick.

osho's ten commandments:

1. never obey anyone's command unless it is coming from      within you also.
2. there is no god other than life itself.
3. truth is within you, do not search for it elsewhere.
4. love is prayer.
5. to become a nothingness is the door to truth.
   nothingness itself is the means, the goal and
   attainment.
6. life is now and here.
7. live wakefully.
8. do not swim -- float.
9. die each moment so that you can be new each moment.
10. do not search. that which is, is. stop and see.

i say:

make it count.

"for the reverberation often exceeds through silence the sound that sets it off; the reaction occasionally outdoes by way of repose the event that stimulated it; and the past not uncommonly takes a while to happen, and some long time to figure out."

"time overlaps itself. a breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has passed and the first of what will come, but is more -- let me see -- more like a single point plucked on a single strand of a vast spider web of winds, setting the whole scene atingle. that way, it overlaps."