Where We Started

seems like i’ve known you
for a thousand years
seems like i’ve watched you
grow from a child

I don’t communicate, these days, with a lot of humans.

I just can’t.

As to why: I don’t want panic! panic!to talk about that now.

I just want to say, to those humans with whom I do communicate, and who have recently, and sometimes repeatedly, expressed to me that they are in some form of tsuris, over this debt-ceiling/government-shutdown phantasm: honey: don’t.

Just go to your intertubes, and call up some newspaper front-page, from ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty years ago.

See, then, that it is, as all ways, always the same.

“News,” then as now, but a means, to cloud the doors of perception.

if the doors of perception were cleansed
every thing would appear to man as it is:

Have you ever met, encountered, spoken to, physically rubbed up against, a Boehner? A Reid? A Cruz? An Obama?

No. You have not. Then how do you know, that they are no more, what it isthan a Max Headroom, there in your head?

You don’t.

And so they are not.

They do not exist.

Not in your universe.

If you make it so.

In your universe, may I humbly suggest, you want to go back to where you started. To before the doors of perception became obscured. To something like what is in the video below. To where you were frisky and frolicking and for the great wide open.

That is Reality.

All the rest, is road-grime. Churned up to smear. The doors of perception.


6 Responses to “Where We Started”

  1. 1 sally October 12, 2013 at 1:44 pm

    okay–but tis hard not to be depressed for the many in need. I can erase the politics, but not the hurting of people. And, damn, you made me remember how much I missed Max — missing you, too. Namaste – sally

    • 2 bluenred October 13, 2013 at 8:32 am

      People are always hurting. That is the World. If you let it consume you, you will go mad. Koestler writes of a friend who, during WWII, anguished by what was going on in the death camps, dedicated a half hour each day to deep meditation, in which he willed himself to feel what they were feeling. He suffered a nervous breakdown, and had to be hospitalized.

  2. 3 Alexa October 12, 2013 at 9:51 pm

    honey, don’t . . . . pero mi no ncomedans, claro no.

  3. 4 Alexa November 16, 2013 at 2:39 pm

    you would have more encounters with this human if i didn’t have to see a tag that is quite literally a tag.


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