yogin

Yogurt Among Yogins
6-30-19

Soon time to rock and roll for my soul
May the bell toll swept along in the chaos of all of these empty spaces
A knock without a warning that I might dwell among you
For coincidental coinage shekels minted of types in our intercessor
And dialectical dilemnas as long as we're on the same page
Give it twenty minutes and greet your man at the door
Ah, yes such civilized century
Peace out my friend and let Jesus do His thing
Making it sacred as the potter is
I am hollow bamboo....






As Soon As This Need Ceases
6-30-19

Fragile and transient
Giving it over to glad galbanum
Seeing it from a different point of view
For fragrant frankinscence
On trees of South Arabia doing it for Dudjom
Carried away in speculation for neons burning bright
Like a freight train on gum of storax
My new tree resin for free and sweet spice
All in housekeeping in dreams of getting it in order
And out comes my backpack like a briefcase for active laziness
Thinking it through must self advocate
All for our atonement
Money well spent.....






On Exodus 30:23
6-30-19

In modern world's bleach and destructive materialism
We become rich again for small quantities as famous as the moon
Simple as getting up in the morning to put on coffee
As practices to perfection in India for stacte and storax
Threshing for my thorax our lips of shell mollusk in Jesus
As ineffable where loving is more than a thought
O, sweet smelling cane be it not in vain
O, what am I doing with my life but just this
Where my mind still learns to wander for grain of small quantity
I reckon with the consonants sinking like a ship.....