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Lines For Lila

Posted on Jun 1st, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
chanting and channeling 
changeling- play things 
of Vishnu lila 
atman Batman 
Mayan illusion 
dukkha suffering 
no God to 
speak of only 
emptiness 
sunyata
what is a soul? 
worship the Empress 
won the heart of Isis 
may no blood be 
spilled through our 
union connection 
with the ONE 
OM
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Return To N.Y.

Posted on Jun 1st, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
"I am the Monk more Shaolin than Franciscan, going to return to New York like my man Snake Pliskin" fell into the water trying to catch the reflection of the moon
"Incantations" disc will be out soon shODo

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Tortuga de Paz

Posted on Jun 5th, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
sorry Sister but I am kinda sick of tired phoney peace man mellow no fellow not advocating violence just won't be your victim we need a new dictum
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"If for an instant God were to forget....

Posted on Jun 14th, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
"If for an instant God were to forget that I am a rag doll and gifted me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think, but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little, dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others sleep. I would listen to others when they talk, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life, I would dress simply , throw myself face first into the sun, baring not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream, a Benedetti poem, and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon. With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their thorns, and the red kiss of their petals... My God, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men... I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily shall I be dying." Author unknown. Once published by my late friend Ralph Haselmann Jr in his poetry magazine Lucid Moon and incorrectly attributed to Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Regardless of the author it is undeniably exquisite.
Go in beauty..
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Greek Fisherman's Cap

Posted on Jun 17th, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
in my Greek fisherman's cap though in a French surrealist mood Baudelaire, Artaud, Genet, better than a beret it may be time to hit the high seas matey
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Gyrations

Posted on Jun 17th, 2008 by Shodo : Poet Shodo
gyrating contemplating the situation no solution don't ponder simple things fill up with wonder clear cool springs, moving up into the mountains in a cave like Han Shan writing my poetry upon the rocks like pre-historic man wu-wei go w/ the flow glow/grow/bounce 
with the blood ounce for ounce
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