Monday, August 31, 2009

Is there “freedom”?

Questions from:
http://wilderness123voice.wordpress.com/2009/08/25/platos-cave-knowledge-and-freedom/#comment-192

I am asking, “Is there “that” which is in-dependent?”
Is there “that” which does not depend?

Is there “freedom”?
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Muttering Madzub

Freedom is not “there” or “that”
Freedom is completely independent – non-attached
Now, “there” and “that” are completely dependent on “there” and “that”
Freedom is not “there” or here spatially or chronologically
Freedom is free. Completely. Absolutely.
Freedom has no reference point human or otherwise.
No thought, form, no place, no sound.
Freedom is all thought, all form, omnipresent
Has no causality, duality, modality or separate reality
Not sensually perceived, believed, received or deceived.
Freedom is no-where... But… now-here
Lastly, freedom is free from my definitions, assumptions and presumptions
Observations, contemplations, oblations and constipations
Reactions, distractions, contractions, and detractions
And free from me.
At last, free.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Whimsy Who


Whimsy Who
Originally uploaded by mutteringmadzub
Whimsy Who
Who are you?
You are a curious creature of spiral definition

You appear impossible and inane to clouded minds,
You are unique, one of a kind without homogenous humor

You are the clown, the jester
Pointing out the pointless
Mocking accepted norms and conventions
Revealing truth shrouded in your laughter and cunning wit

Draw me into you spiral depths
that I may get the cosmic joke
and laugh with you unrestrained

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Reptilian Too on Stone

Forgotten artisans
carved your image in stone face
Tribal totem of immeasurable import
to all who follow the coiled path of being
Your spiral third eye
draws me deep into unchartered dimensions of arcane wisdom
I am awed by your ancient visage.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

DImensionalZub Black and White

Primordial blueprint of dimensional portals
Faces reflecting unknown spheres of sound and light
Sheer, stark, obsidian, solitude
I see the mirrors of ego shattered by your gaze
Let me see through the worlds that are your eyes

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dinner Poem by Shivadam

Dinner Poem


New guests pass by my table, and above the din of diners' voices, I hear one ask, "That is his name?" and the sound of that resonates in my heart.

I listen to the background wash of intermittently distinguishable human sounds and wonder: What if every tiny, sudden utterance were precious, like a flower... ephemeral, yet full in its glory as a manifestation of the One? Who but I would delight in each? Who would play a jukebox overfull with this song?

This room is a studio, each dinner conversation a jam-session for a CD to be released as a perfect creative expression of "The Voice of Allah Over A Meal." Every human sound, every utterance, each smack of lips, each sigh from that table-of-one, every too-loud laugh... all recorded here, immediately and permanently embedded in the molecular structure of the stone walls of this open room. Tonight, I alone have the stethoscope, won as if a prize for merely showing up.

Each sound is a cricket, and insect, a blossom...perhaps seen or smelled...maybe heard, maybe not, but a track in the mix, essential to the Master, just the same.

Yet, where, who will be the audience? It is pure creation. As producer, I bristle with anticipation of the potential! I envision it going out over the airwaves, now captured and then broadcast as precious wave patterns, each bearing the promise of the profit of joy. I see it arrive and dance the speaker of the radio in a noisy home, the pattern-beaten air barely cutting through and mixing into the din of a family's lively dinner-time banter... Oh, for the love of it all!

And, where it enters the home of the quiet, the sounds of distant, familiar voices soothe, because they resonate in the hearts of those who can hear above themselves the sounds of their other selves. Repeating again and again, yet never the same where they arrive - where they issue forth to reflect and enliven the chambers of the lonely, the alone who have gathered together to break their breads - these sounds do not perish where they find purchase in the ear of the soul.

Oh, Allah, dost Thou give Thy voice so freely, and with no desire that
each sound be cherished, that this cacophony may pass on as so much water over a fall? What abundant beauty dost Thou give so selflessly!

I sit, rapt, attentive and stunned to gratitude by Thy glorious symphony of the everyday, the under-rated, the inconsequential, the exquisite sound of Thy early evening voice.

- Shivadam

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Reptilian Madzub


Reptilian Madzub
Originally uploaded by mutteringmadzub
Ancient ancestor
your form elicits fear and trembling
to my mammalian sensibilities.
Your scales of ancient wisdom
Reveal your arcane mythic mind
You are the primitive continuum
that has transformed the night terrors
Thou art that, that underlies and transcends permutation
You are the ancient earth presence
Let me look deeply into your soul
so that I embrace my power.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Sanity and Insanity

Sanity and insanity
different sides to the same coin.
Awareness-mindfulness the coins edge?
One human’s sanity is another’s insanity.
Flip the coin and it all disappears.

Monday, August 17, 2009

There is No Spoon

There is No Spoon*


There is no Spoon.

Looking to bend perceived reality
Light and darkness ebbs and flows.
Knowing, unknowing.
Shadows revealed and light concealed.

What hides in the shadows of self?
What will light reveal?
Is darkness the womb of potential un-manifest?

What do I fear from the mirror?
Do I bend or am I bent?

As I sit and observe the morphing and meandering
The still point, dynamic stillness reveals
There is no spoon.

The question that haunts me is…
How do I eat the ice cream…?
Perhaps there is no ice cream.
Just my luck.

So what’s the point?
No spoon. No ice cream…
They told me there would be ice cream!!!

It can’t beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!
(It never is.)

What’s the point?

The point is the point.
The key is the key.
The me is you and the you me.

Reflections and refractions
from the myriad faceted jewel in the lotus.
Glinting and gleaming
Light streaming.
Darkness revealing the hidden gems
as light pours upon the mountains in dawn's radiance.

The water from the deep well
Springing forth in the oasis between time and space.

Juxtaposition-al concurrent consciousness
Caressing, kissing the wounds of living and dying.
Breaking the alabaster jar so the fragrant balm can be wasted soothing the master’s feet.

Love dogs howling longing for the return of the master.**
Come, come whoever you are,
Wanderers, worshippers lovers of leaving…**

I come as I am for there is no spoon.
Darkness – light, good – evil. Death – Birth – Rebirth.

Perhaps what we see is not what we see at all?
The seeing is in being, not the seeking or the sought.

Minding.

What do I fear in the mirror?
What do I want to see?
What do I expect to see?
What is me?

Am I the monster, the tyrant the tormentor?
Am I the darkness, the evil, obscurer and bringer of death?
Am I the demon, the devil, the enemy?
Am I the light, the truth, peace, love, harmony and beauty?
I am?

I AM!

There is no spoon.

Shadows longing for luminance.
Lies and truths revealed.
Shame and shadow?
Light and love?
Longing and leaving?
Dying and grieving?
No spoon.

Until I invite my demons to dinner,
I can’t begin the feast.
The angels are already there,
and there is no spoon.


"Spoon boy: Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Spoon boy: There is no spoon.
Neo: There is no spoon?
Spoon boy: Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself."*





*from The Matrix http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/quotes
** Rumi

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Masks and Mirrors

Masks and mirrors.

Smoke and smears.

Facts and fears.

Friends and fakirs.

Triumphs and tears.

Angels and demons.

Gods and Demigods.

Clowns and jesters juggling jangling jaundiced junk that festers.
Capes and captions mirrored reactions… distractions… fractions... Additions and subtractions, refractions, contradictions and contractions. Caricatures and creatures of fetid fuming foulness... and fluttering fairies, formless phantasms.

Tricked or treated?

Mimes and marionettes murmuring, muttering voiceless verbiage.
Burning questions emblazoned on visages of visceral vicissitudes.
Molten meaning of meandering mindless minglings.
Friendly fauxs fawning furiously for featureless findings… forgetting???

Masks reveal more than conceal, congeal consciously unconscious considerations, self mutilations, shadows tattooed, piercings from pounding skin, tits and tats, dicks and dats…

"I Tawt I Taw A Puddy Tat"*

Visions, provisions, perversions, aversions, conversions, immersions, diversions…
Masks delicately dangling from filaments of featureless floss, flinging flailing insults, seeking results, co-opting consults, clinging to cults of prisonalities of unaltered he-goes, she-goes…

until…

Punctuated by powerful potentiality, enfolding light, luminescent immersion, bathed in balming beautiful brightness. Eliminating night-ness and daze. Mending ways, clearing the haze, navigating the maze.

Amazing Grace.

Masking mirrors and mirroring masks. Are we up to the tasks that the hidden One asks?


“ Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say's I've got nothing to fear”**

* Lyrics written by Alan Livingston.
** Lyrics By Erik Schrody (Everlast) performed with Santana

Thursday, August 6, 2009

The Friend is the means. There is no end. Always beginning. The Friend is the beauty in all of us. That’s why we are friends.
That that defines us often maligns us.
Being is seeing.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Is GOD just the distortion and subsequent projection of our EGO?

Is GOD just the distortion and subsequent projection of our EGO?

Is GOD the abstraction and contraction and detraction of our inaction?

Is GOD little more than deified, anthropomorphized, and amplified desires and attributes of our better natures?

Is GOD the fulfillment of our human wish list?

GOD is all good because we are bad?

GOD is all-powerful because we feel powerless?

GOD is great because we feel small and miniscule in a massive universe?

GOD provides purpose — intelligent design — because we lack purpose and can’t fathom CHAOS.

GOD is omnipresent because we are not present?

God knows because we don’t?

Is GOD the reason that we do good because we are originally bad?

How sad!!!

If sin is original and we originally come from GOD, is GOD sin too?

Is GOD a spirit because we can’t see or hear HIM or HER or IT…?

Holy Spirit or holy spear-it, kill it, cra-shit ba-shit , ma-shit, sta-shit and fla-shit?

GOD fills our lack, fills in the blanks, grants our wishes and woes, and provides heroes for our foes.

In the Name of GOD people have condoned genocide, fratricide, matricide, homicide, suicide…

In the Name of GOD people commit acts of war, torture, mutilation, conflagration…

Has GOD become the excuse humans use to abuse, confuse, use, contuse and refuse…?

Does GOD displace and replace our responsibility for our actions?

Has HOLY writ become the canon that has made humanity its fodder…?

HOLY WRIT — HOLY SHIT!

HOLY FODDER — HOLY MUTTER!

Why has sowing the GOD word reaped rape, abjection, abasement, de-face-ment?

Does the Holy Mother malign and mangle and mutilate her Holy Daughters, Holy Sisters?

Are we depraved because we misbehaved, sentenced to the grave and needed to be saved?

Are we saved if we agree to the dogmatic decree and pay our fee to the Holy See?

What has twisted the minds of humanity into a state of self loathing — GOD?

Or are the various GODS humans worship distortions of us?

Better, faster, smarter, stronger, more loving, more compassionate…

More deadly, more jealous, more righteous…

Light, truth, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, near, far, yada yada yada…

Or is…

Compassion — God? Love — God? Peace — God? Truth — God?

Anger — God? Righteousness — God? Life — God? Death — God?

Existence — God? Nonexistence — God?

Is Being not a Being?

How freeing!

“La ilaha il Allah
We all shine like stars
Then we fade away…
So put your Light on.” *


* by Everlast and Santana