05-07-2013, 07:50 PM
Stan
Dr. Ruben Feldman-Gonzalez seems to have a pressure washer in his hands where a mirror would suffice.
We had Allen Ginsberg at our festival in the spring of 1968. Our dean said to me, "I had the feeling I was with a 'presence'." And that's no mean feat, eliciting such a response to one of our academic representatives of Grace's Crown of Creation.
In 1972 he had us sitting with our breath and a doorknob while Herb Alpert Ram Dass said his smile.
That bell jar of certain three-letter door openers, fast, slow, short, long.
Something which opens people to their black-white old-young man-woman beautiful-ugly kayak ride.
The Scientology hawker with the half-sheet flyer on the street in the Boston night
Erhardt Bladder Training meets George Harrison
The power cabal would have everyone herded into an urban-electronic trap, sans mobility and self-defense, to better slaughter
In the morning my lover comes to me to tell me of her dream
with no attempt to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
When the majesty of the celestial symphony is revealed
the cacophony of tyranny is stilled
It isn't TM--our friend in 1970 shouting at us because our conversation interrupted his pursuit of inner peace
Up comes a dog to be petted
I agree with you that widespread enlightenment would dissolve the cabal and with Dr. Feldman-Gonzalez that 99% are in C
Do we accost them in the supermarket
Do we stop them on the street
Do we write it in the clouds
Smile at each one that we meet
Bill Hicks mocked them and their American Gladiators
Would they read Feldman-Gonzalez and Krishnamurti
What if a World Teacher won America's (Britain's) Got Talent
Everyone skipping down the street
singing their body electric
kissing joy as it flies
living in eternity's sunrise
I'm in
Dr. Ruben Feldman-Gonzalez seems to have a pressure washer in his hands where a mirror would suffice.
We had Allen Ginsberg at our festival in the spring of 1968. Our dean said to me, "I had the feeling I was with a 'presence'." And that's no mean feat, eliciting such a response to one of our academic representatives of Grace's Crown of Creation.
In 1972 he had us sitting with our breath and a doorknob while Herb Alpert Ram Dass said his smile.
That bell jar of certain three-letter door openers, fast, slow, short, long.
Something which opens people to their black-white old-young man-woman beautiful-ugly kayak ride.
The Scientology hawker with the half-sheet flyer on the street in the Boston night
Erhardt Bladder Training meets George Harrison
The power cabal would have everyone herded into an urban-electronic trap, sans mobility and self-defense, to better slaughter
In the morning my lover comes to me to tell me of her dream
with no attempt to shovel the glimpse into the ditch of what each one means
When the majesty of the celestial symphony is revealed
the cacophony of tyranny is stilled
It isn't TM--our friend in 1970 shouting at us because our conversation interrupted his pursuit of inner peace
Up comes a dog to be petted
I agree with you that widespread enlightenment would dissolve the cabal and with Dr. Feldman-Gonzalez that 99% are in C
Do we accost them in the supermarket
Do we stop them on the street
Do we write it in the clouds
Smile at each one that we meet
Bill Hicks mocked them and their American Gladiators
Would they read Feldman-Gonzalez and Krishnamurti
What if a World Teacher won America's (Britain's) Got Talent
Everyone skipping down the street
singing their body electric
kissing joy as it flies
living in eternity's sunrise
I'm in