"Nowadays, I often have students and/or meet others who will absolutely not use any effort in getting ahead. Any "dirty" work is beneath them. They want to be prima-donnas without the necessary effort. I have no respect for these people."
Song of the Wind
To my students
It has gotten cool here earlier than usual.
The weather sings
for there is always a gentle wind
bringing me whisperings from the past.
They seem to come
through one open window of my birth
as if before it there was infinity.
The "ssssssssssssssssssss" of the gentle wind
often becomes the sound heard
when one is deeply in creative contemplation, as now --
as the bamboo shades moan with ecstasy
at the touch of this wind
visiting me through my open window.
Stand quietly, alone, looking at existence
open the mouth wide so that
the throat may lovingly yawn
and aspirate, "Ahhhghhh."
Listen to the sound as the wind leaves your throat
slowly, steadily, erotically, ending in peace.
See the sea and its expanse of space
while listening to the Ahhhghhh you create.
That is the sound of infinity --
the result of total immersion in present time
and the peace of the song of the wind.
"She had been watching me playing chess. I looked ar her and smiled. She smiled back and read my mind. As she walked out she stealthily dropped a little piece of paper in front of me on the table. It said, "Daisy M., (phone number). Tonight!" I felt admired.
To You - My Imaginary Friend
How many songs my lips have sung!
What poems have escaped from my tongue
To deaf ears with gears for a heart
With blood too thin to play their part.
How many dreams my dreams have dreamt!
What embraces my arms have sent
clasping shadows, lacking substance
fugitive, ephemeral, in trance.
How many concepts I have thought!
What philosophies I have wrought
only to fall on dollar minds
vested in scamps as bitter as rinds.
To live in this nightmare, thought I
Better create in my mind’s eye
though still an illusion it be
at least it is mine real for me.
So I created you, my friend
imaginary, but my brand.
Your life is nourished by my song
my verse is your love all night long.
My dreams are yours to bring to fruit
my thoughts and yours are absolute.
When we embrace I am complete
for your bosom is my retreat.
And when the shadows come and go
You’re always there, a cameo
my partner, pal, my lotus land
that’s you, imaginary friend.
"....This last statement, 'totally dependent on yourself,' is actually looked down upon by some people of a mystical or 'new age' bend of mind. They want you to be dependent on something other than self, and as you give up self-independence, they then proceed to control you and invalidate your artistic efforts. All this very subtly, of course, in the name of love. But I tell you this: The moment you decide to become independent and take total charge of your life, in that moment you will have gone from living as the effect of circumstances to being the total cause of your life."
Past Life Love
To P.D.
You were my queen once, in times past
when I reigned in cosmic meadows.
You sang to me to help me rest
to soothe and calm the gray shadows.
You were my boy when I was girl
a very long, long time ago.
I followed your life and your rule
for you were kind; I loved you so.
Now, immersed in songs of pure joy
we work hard for a future dream
and you, my love, my queen, my boy
are the soothing song of a stream.
"My final adventures will be to investigate the possibility of an immortal life created by oneself. Either by creating a world of one's own where consciousness lives aware of self, or, since we can already clone bodies, by learning how to move consciousness into that body by an act of conscious will."