Dead Man

Staring into the void,
Last night, Saxon was speaking to himself,
It's the same thing every morning for me,
The routine is unwinding, becoming free,
Sunshine smiling, the pater unending,
Every day is all the same.

Dead man.

He said, 'So this is hell, then.' to me.
He had mushroom tea earlier that eve,
Psilocybe Cubensis. He was lying on his bed watching the T.V.
Repeat the intro to the DVD,
Rinse-re.
How can I tell you,
He said,
'Dead man.' (the name of the DVD)

I just listened for a bit and then started talking.
I said, 'There are two types of dead men.'
He said, 'Please tell me.'
'Well the first type is the dead walking around
Through life waiting to wake up, waiting to feel alive.
The second type,' I continued, 'Is the dead man
At the bottom of the ocean, watching the world
Pass by, he is seated in renunciation, passing
The stages of his age and youth.'
'What is the ocean?'
'Why, the ocean is the soup of existence.'

Le paradis n'est pas artificial, l'enfer non plus.
Psychoactive mushrooms open up the other world there,
Heaven and hell are different states of existence,
Tell me, what is timeless?
Nothing and everything at the same time,
Existence is mirrored by non-existence,
I brought myself as a mirror to gaze into,
He said, 'This never ends, huh?'
I said, 'Um, no, it doesn't'
'Ha!'
'That might not be too comforting of a statement, but it's the truth.'
'Oh, no, it's alright,' and then, 'Who would thought the last two Poets
Would talk like stoners.'

He opened up about his feelings,
He was wondering and asking me how to get free,
How to climb the ladder, become en-light.
I told him I studied Rumi and that helped me find the path
But I don't know what works for you.
He asked me who Rumi was and I read him
A teaching Poem about Joseph and Kings
And always bring a gift of non-existence, google it.

I read aloud,
'Hold up a mirror to your most destructive habits,
The worst thing is thinking you are good enough,
Self-complacency gets in the way of the craftsmanship.'

It's hard to describe and transcribe all that expired
It was sobhet in truth, we were speaking from outside our personalities,
Between us, he was feeling down about a girl who got away,
The mushrooms forced things out, he told me after
Our long back and forth,
Equally as long diatribes,
That he felt better,
What, then, should I resent?
I know tomorrow, though,
Will just be the same routine,
For me,
For Saxon.
I'm doing the real soul-tending,
The carful evaluation and action,
The surrender to better judgment,
Most likely Saxon will continue normally
For a few more years or more
Little by little things will get more
un/comfortable and he will wake up,

Dead man.

Cause you see, people don't change unless
They have too,
Unless it's unbearable--
Why does God make souls if only to suffer?
Like grapes in the wine-press
Or wheat husked and ground and baked and eaten and shat and placed back into the ground
To be reminded from where you came.
Like a chrysalis Kid from Compton into a butterfly King,
You go through a whole lot,
Trials and tribulations
But then you know God,
Satan will try to put you in a bow tie,
The water will never run dry,
That is the fortune for my Generation,
Arachne mi porta fortuna:
They said there wasn't any sun
To dry up all that rain,
So the itsy bitsy spider
Went up the spout again,
Come, if you may
And sit beneath this rock,
Twin veins of gold and carnelian revealed,
And not even once should you believe that you are doing the healing,
You are being healed!
To paraphrase Alan Watts:
When you lie down in your bed and try to fall asleep,
If you try to fall asleep you can't,
You get in the way of a natural process,
You should just focus on breathing and your
Body's intelligence will take care of the rest,
Don't try to do what will naturally happen on it's own,
Let go, be free,
Trust the process to happen, tomorrow will the sun rise?
Listen carefully to spiritual masters
And check the information with your intellect and
With your spiritual intuition,
Never follow blindly,
If something feels wrong
There is a reason for it,
There are more false teachers in this age
Than any before,
Many will have part of the puzzle,
A piece of wisdom here,
A block of knowledge there,
But that softness and self-complacency is dangerous,
Unity with the divine is the one action,
The moment when you die,
And the time of death is every moment!
Do not listen to someone about how to get by,
Listen to the birds in the sky, fly,
Live freely--live to your full potential, thrive!
100% is 100%--no less
The choice is always choosing
Everyone is it--now, just do it,
There is no try.