At some point the sun will flare then die,
ending this chapter of
The Ongoing Embodying of Conscious Existence.
Meanwhile
we monkeys prance around
doing our part, eating and drinking and mating,
taking ourselves seriously, oh so seriously,
while screwing around and having a ball,
trying not to regress to the mean,
each new crop of monkeys arising,
rediscovering angst and alienation,
self-medicating and looking for the eternal bailout
Transcendent monkeys aware of the cosmic heartbeat
Orderly monkeys putting toothpastes back in tubes
Scared monkeys shitting their metaphysical pants
Redeemed monkeys singing hallelujah
Shopping monkeys hunting and gathering
Sex monkeys finding salubrication
War monkeys wanting one domi - nation
Coffee monkeys plotting evolution
Monkeying around while the cosmos has its way
but, by Hanuman!, exploring around out there
seeking some salvational crevice
in which to hide the monkey tribe
God has a great sense of humor
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head
and loves her monkey children
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Do not forget many a monkey believing that there is another Planet out there that they can escape to as they trash this Earth momma, somehow being above or the best of the fold of nature. Thinking that they can run fast enough or out think and win this imagined competition with Self / Nature's Fold / "The Chosen One" / Deluded ones / Win the fight / Lose the War / What war? / on and on and on
ReplyDeletetrying to outrun our shadow
ReplyDeleteChasing the tail
ReplyDeleteThe monkey in me throws poo at you, in the form of words, just for fun of course. But deep inside, another part of me listens in the silence for what ear cannot hear but this blog is opening for us. I'm about to perceive something sublime, when suddenly, Hey! Look! A Banana!!! Oooooh Ooooooh Aaaaaah Aaaaah!
ReplyDeleteBut soon something again awakens in me beyond my monkeyness. I wonder how deep this intranaut can go before distraction pulls me back into leaping from limb to limb with my monkey pals. Perhaps with a few less bananas and a little more practice more will unfold.
Again, I begin again.
Deep go the intranaut go,
ReplyDeleteDeeper and then deep some more
And all the while laughing
with God and one with God.
What a blast it would be
To sit in the light
with God
laughing our arses off! LG