Awareness is Here Haikus (Fall 2014)
Awareness is here
Now you can stop, slow down and
Re-member IT all:
How you got here, and
Why you are in-carnated
In this current, this
Stream: From every
Moment to ev’ry moment,
Your composition
Changes entir'ly.
What composes you is cast
Out from you into
The air - it is cast
Out as decomposition:
Right? Because if it's
Coming off of you,
It cannot be composing
you ~ It could have been
Composing you, but
THEN is not NOW! If it has
Come off or out
Of you, it is no
Longer composing you
Anymore, then - right?
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Lives are Fleeting, Flow-
ing, Fluid, Dynamic, Cont-
inuous, End-less,
Beginningless; with-
Out time to mark the start and
End of the aware-
Ness. For me, it is
Conceivable that many
Of the atoms re-
Cycling in my
Current environment have
Composed consciousness-
Es from past, distant
As well as recent incar-
Nations -- the atoms my
Body inhales now
To feed conscious and subcon-
Sciousness in this or-
Ganism very
Well could have been the same at-
Oms feeding and giv-
ing awareness to
An ant, or a fly, or a
Pressi-dent, or an
Octopus. OR, the
At-oms flowing and recycling
In my current could
Have composed more dense
Physical material: a
Rock, a frisbee, an
Hourglass. OR, these
Flowing, fleeting, recyc'ling
Atoms com-posed
Whispy, fleeting
Experiences: light, smoke,
Heat radiating
Outwardly from a
Candlewick. Musings of the
Smoking, illuminat-
ing candle flame serve
to re-mind my anx-iet-
ee-ridden, deluded
Little mind toward
the Big picture, Macroscope
of every-thing: ----->>>
Though now masked in flesh,
hair, Concepts of right and not-
right, Fancies risen
From pleasant sense-at-
ions, Fantasies risen from
Senses craving bliss;
Though now masked in Ecstatic exclamations,
Automated utt'-
Rances, groans from dis-
satisfied senses left yearn-
ing for pleasures passed:
Though mask'd by
Enraged discharges of
Suppressed energy, re-strained
To fit in with the world
Of right and not-right,
Mask'd in woeful and joy-full Salt-water tones:
Tear ducts, Coltrane's howls,
Elvin's cymbal explosions;
Resounding vocal
Chambers, Hanuman's
Heart cave; Cloaked in hu-
man re-soundings of
Mother Earth; Dressed in
These faculties to transmute
Oxygen into
Sustained musical tones ~
Despite these maskings,
My incarnation as that
Fleeting candle flame
Has not ceased:
I still take form through
Ingesting energy and
Exgesting energy.
Each ingestion the
Most pure, organic life; Each
Exhalation the
Final, tranquil
deathbed breath.
This current body's
Last breath shall surely be
The first inhalation of
Brand new, beautiful life.