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It’s a-coming.

Wild fires, dying lakes,
landslides, hurricanes,
apocalypse in store
like nothing ever seen before.

It’s a-coming.

Third-generation refugees,
street mob burning effigies,
revolution, civil war
like nothing ever seen before.

It’s a-coming.

Pale-horse rider come,
blistered by the morning sun,
tell about what he can see,
crystal ball of mercury.

It’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.

Jungle slashed and jungle burned,
the monkeys and the painted birds
climb the vines, the limbs and leaves,
the lungs that let the whole world breathe.

It’s a-coming.

All the ones that failed to thrive,
starved out and buried alive,
something evil, something free,
calamity.

It’s gonna come.

Space Race, the old Cold War,
atom bomb was gonna settle the score.

You wait and see. It’s a long time coming
but it’s a-coming. It’s gonna come.

Third-generation refugees,
street mob burning effigies,
revolution, civil war
like nothing ever seen before.

Like nothing ever
seen before.

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Richard Pryor,

that lion-hearted man,

was one of my first and is still one

of my best teachers — in more ways than I

have time to recount. Listen to how mentally and

spiritually high he was near the end of his physical body.

Listen to the body of his work and be informed about

the human condition and the path of a sexual abuse

victim, drug addict, acutely intelligent and

deeply soulful human being.

All praise.

 

 

 

Don’t

try to escape from

the movements of the world.

Remain in the midst of everything, 

focused into the empty space 

at the center of 

yourself. 

 

Pouring

your whole being

there without pause, alert,

quietly smiling, you detach from 

clamor and chaos and become 

independent and free.

From here you can

teach yourself 

everything.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 37

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I am neither Christian, nor Jew, nor Magian, nor Muslim.

I am not of the East, nor of the West, nor of the land, nor of the sea;

I am not of Nature’s mint, nor of the circling heavens.

I am not of earth, nor of water, nor of air, nor of fire;

I am not of the empyrean, nor of the dust, nor of existence, nor of entity.

I am not of India, nor of China, nor of Bulghar, nor of Saqsin;

I am not of the kingdom of ‘Iraqain, nor of the country of Khurasan.

I am not of this world, nor of the next, nor of Paradise, nor of Hell;

I am not of Adam, nor of Eve, nor of Eden and Rizwan.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless;

‘Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved.

I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one;

One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

He is the first, He is the last, He is the outward, He is the inward.

 

Shams of Tabriz