Escape Plans Unlimited

I decided to dig out, cut, and paste this old poem of mine. James from Tittle8 and Now Here Love mentioned to me the other day the concept of the ears projecting sound outward.

This poem came to mind.

Here you go, James:

Cold and Endarkened,
Having exhausted a whole litany of belief-structures,
Having worn lenses of every shape and color,
A veil, apparent and obvious as an off-white movie screen,
Lifted to reveal roaring machinery
Whose exhaust, belching black clouds
Creates the world of matter in which
You find your Being.

A view, mistaken, seeks after light,
Seeks after En-lightenment and Enjoyment,
Yet the only light perceived comes from reflections,
as if by sonar through the fluid reality ocean,
our sense organs swim within,
As if the Sun sought light from the Moon,
Self-Portrait of a torch, proceeding to,
En-Lighten, darkened caverns, to
En-Joy the Body-Atomic,
The Body-Quantum,
To activate sense organs by which
Resurrection of reality occurs.

Not watching or seeing ? projecting, en-light-ening

Not listening ? singing

Not touching ? vibrating

Not tasting ? invoking

Not smelling ? consecrating the cave of existence

Love,

GTD