Wednesday, November 7, 2012

VIVA LA DEATH!


VIVA LA DEATH!


IT’S NOT EASY...
to be a true outlaw, an outlaw down to your very core. If you are, I feel for you because i know you must subvert all paradigms and rebel against all and each belief. As soon as you have revolted and destroyed the dominant belief, a new belief takes it’s place and then of course because your job, like  it or not, is to rebel-you must take down the newly established belief This makes no sense unless you believe that life is supposed to change perpetually. That the universe is always under going transformation and we lag behind trying desperately to hold on to what we think we know and what we think will provide us with safety and security. Inevitably, soon or later-once again we recognize that there is a new belief system that constrains us as ALL 
belief systems do. 

Are you a true rebel? Do you live your life freely and unpredictably? Are
you really free?  Are you free of gramMatical rooLs? Free of needing acceptance from and belonging to others? Free of that fear of physically dying? Free from yesterdays deepest truth, the one you subscribed to and fought for and lost friends and love for?

If you are,
 than your life is the adventure you once dreamt it could be.
 It is your favoritist movie and you are writing your part in the script at

 ALL TIMES-

If you are tired and unwilling to conform to even ur own deepest convictions, especially ur deepest convictions...
come join me 
by departing from this world of delusion and insanity, 
then join me by departing from me and finally, yes-
join no one and no thing,
just depart from your own precious selfhood. 

If you are a true revolutionary you can not name yourself. 
You cannot even name a thing. You have fled the confines of language 
and the thought that you even think you know anything-
 for that vast infinity of mystery we like to call the universe. 

Be free of this idea of freedom. Be free of what you thought you knew. 

to steal a line from the dead who are the 
only truly informed ones...
the ones I trust-

“wash yourself of yourself,
...be like the melting snow.....” 

Goodnight Rumi.

 I can only heed a teacher who has no longer a body. 
Your deadness models for me, 
how I must be, 
dead to all I think of me, 
dead in order to be finally
free of even that which I think is 
FREE..