(Inspired by Terence McKenna) Glaciers are new. The home star arrivinglater than we sensed. Summoned. The sunoff the main sequence. An arc out of here.
By the lookof his woolheld in placeby a universalgrammar of touchI will be prayingto my higher selfjust to be with him.You know, that placewhere the jasper seawaves dance, like lostmonarchs, throughand with the ocean mist. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria […]
To forgive is to release. To let go. To be held.To arrive at where we want to end,we grasp for it. Without knowing how to hold our own hand,we cling to it. Where we came from,Jesus and Buddha are there. Let he who seeks remain always seekinguntil he finds, and when he finds he will be troubledby the face of who he longs for. […]
I don’t know why I became an atheist,Yet some days I can tastethe divine. It sits still in mymouth, as a pair of crouchingeyelids in the tall, midday grass. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand […]
By switching off the gateway,we open up the hallways. Aquantum shift. Transpersonal,and full of pain. Opening upcommunication that I have neverhad before. Emergency controlover the transcendent. A wiseway to use the awareness of abiochemical religion. Flooding thebrain with traumatic happiness, Irise from the cracks of our razzlezone. A heart opening. A release ofsome other force of life that we named.
Inspired by Sir Roger Penrose Colder than black holes, carryingenergy, and then a pop!Afterward is really, really boring. But we will not be around to be bored. Photons will. They won’t be bored at all.Clocks stopped without noticing, such usefulpictures to squash the limits of circles living on the edge.A geometry of angels and […]
Consciousness is what we do not pay attention to.It is too free. We cannot even think about it. Likelooking at your head. We cannot find anything there. So much like the stars in outer space, it is what we cannot see.The blank. The whatever is necessary. Space all around. Like the severed head of Kali, we cut […]
Master Jingzong; English translation by Foyi, edited by Jingxing True beauty belongs to everyone. Nobody has the right to make it his or her own private possession. The sun shines on everyone, the air is for all to breathe, and the roads are open for both you and me. Consider the early riser who sees the […]
The cave roof was high enough to tower Over the trees in the forest that had Grown around these medieval refuges. We were two ghosts – wandering in abandoned Land, apparitions from the future. For we were dying. They, languid and still, The buddhas, gazed down at us, their eyes Gentle, free of judgement, seeing […]