The Bardo Of the Early Thousands {Poem}

Look wearily onward, outward. Keep scrolling or else your inner light might find you!The world is so small only when you don’t go anywhere in person.

To have the stars covered with our light blinds us to the future.

We fly in jets and bemoan the wait times. We have the methods for all solutions yet choose squabble.

There’s a fear here lurking next to words. So I’ll grab it.

We fear happiness.

What if our plans work out? What if we are more common than foe?

This might change so many identities!

The cloud exists and does not, its potential always there even when the skies are clear.

How many industries languish in pathetic under-technologization?

How many humans languish in pathetic over-technologization?

Your computer is not as cool as you think, it literally becomes hot just by using it!

Every problem is a nail when you built an AI hammer.

To think that something is unreal or magical is to take a lazy route to keeping it unrefined.

The games we play with each other need maintenance at the base lest they all mean nothing.

An electric car with a lithium battery made of plastic, try harder please.

A vision of the future with glass skyscrapers and some plants tacked on, try harder please.

There are real futures here for us to build and they look like old growth forests and feel like freedom, while still binding us in the blanked of law.

When I commit folly, you would punish me? No wonder you live in fear and never reveal your folly, for your approach means I would punish you!

But that’s not what I want at all! I want to build a faster plane with you.

Zoom hypersonic jet across the world to help save the Maldives, or at least document the biodiversity before the plastic eats it.

Tourism? Aren’t you sick of sleeping? The covers are starting to get putrid.

You are awake? Oh great! Now get out of bed.

You are a light warrior? Oh great, figure out how to fix the platform of buildings and food production before you give us whiplash with all your new monies and religions.

Want to build a new world? Start with the dirt.

Want to inspire a new dirt, start the with art.

When biology serves humanity will we advertise it to ourselves again?

When we realize that there is no wizard behind our techno curtains we can stop criticising and start critiquing and start co-designing.

Of course facebook has no idea what it’s doing, we trust them as magicians. But they eat and poop and sleep and fuck, sometimes it’s good, sometimes its rote, but always they have blood and are alive just as we are.

Falling for advertising? Try falling in love!

New paradigms are here! Where do I sign! Wait, who’s responsible for this working out well again?

If you look hard enough at a straight line it bends. If you feel hard enough at a straight line it taps you in the back.

Flat Earth is a matter of perspective and the folks just want to play together. It’s like a game! But maybe professionalism matters when games run the world…

You and I we are one or whatever, but that comes later in death, as it happens always in life.

Right now we are creating a middle. So let loose, shake off your feathers and dream with me. If air travel makes you frustrated, let’s plan a new version! Let’s engage to find the pieces needed to make it better!

You get ‘tired’ when you work? No you get tired when you sleep! Wake up and try! Gosh dang what if you allowed yourself a dream that never ended. What if your dreams were controlled like waking state? What if you had no fear that you didn’t know because you had a stronger feeling that someone out there did?

I don’t have the answer, can you help me find it?

We can save the world but maybe let’s dream that it doesn’t need saving? Do victims still exist when no one wants to be a hero?

The balance between the dark and light is a painting of our being. Everyone has different styles but all of us have hearts that beat.

So what about we flourish and look curiously at each other.

A gay man does not make your wife less attractive, unless he does, in which case cut yourself some slack and feel your dream!

A world of serious everything is less powerful than cute victory.

Believe in yourself only as much as it lets you stay open to learning.

When I think I know everything I’m a fart in the wind.

When I know I can be more I’m the wind getting rid of my fart.

Either way, by the grace of Earth’s systems and imagination, something can figure out how to use the methane.


Copper Soldiers Battling Over Shapes Melt Down All The Same.

When form is made, possibility constrains, yet action opens up.

When action is taken good and evil emerge, yet love becomes possible.

When entangled in love arguments lead to fruit, yet arguments drive apart love.

Feel deeper, do you taste the dance?


We are all points of a oneness, empty and full at once and neither.

Saying we are many united is but less than the truth.

Saying we are one divided is but less than the truth.

Look subtler, look beyond looking.



I am you and you are me.

The air we breathe has touched both our lungs

And the lungs of dinosaurs

The lungs of Christ and Buddha

No one is God, all of us are.


We are enlightened in our illusion

And deluded in our enlightenment.


The pool reflects the moon

reflects the sun

reflects hydrogen fusion

reflecting reflects primal nothing

that is everything.


Surveying the stars scattered like dust I remark: what path is right?

What is the purpose of all this?

Round and round we build up symbols.

Round and round we do the maths.

Round and round we give God forms.


Jealously guarding answers.

Righteously jostling to make truths.

Intensely defending positions from the ramparts of sand castles.

While questions foam eternal.


Every point is but the frothing tips of the roaring reality ocean.

Appearance is but a momentary crest.

All waves return

Having never left.


What of my answers that I seek so desperately?

The cosmos is mute in its roar

Only cares about raw possibility.


Container for all with biased form toward none.

The voidness full of all that can ever be and never was.


You hurt me

I hurt you

Don’t touch the fire is said,

But only learned when burned.


Bemoan the world

Celebrate the world.

We are the victims and the perpetrators.

We are cells of the Earth body

Blessed to fight

Fighting to bless.


Do great good

Do great evil

While we work against each other

While we work with each other

We are in form,

Just next to truth, but still grasping.


No one knows the truth

Everyone is the truth.


With a wink and a smile I spar and dance with you

Thinking we move

In our motionless.


Copper soldiers battling over shapes

Melt down all the same.


The pulsar sings its clock

Shine shine shine

The stars slowly spin round the cosmic drains

The hum of consumption, the din of radiation

Time is the character of music, music makes the character of time.


Bodies the standing waves between birth and death.

I am stardust fusing

I am all my cells

I am not my cells

I am ephemeral and gross

I am made of eternity

I am bound to die.


I am a suspension between saint and sinner.

When I judge I am but a tiny ship,

Sailing through infinity lost toward death.

When I surrender to no descriptions,

I am infinity sailing through itself.


Look inside yourself to see there is no inside.

Look outside yourself to see there is no outside.

Stillness is motion.

Motion is stillness.


Lub dub

Lub dub

Lub dub


Hear it? Feel it?

There’s your heart

The pulsar of your soul.

You are an instrument in the all symphony.


When you feel less than, realize your infinity.

When you feel more than, realize your finity.

Balanced between sound and quiet

The symphony becomes itself.