Prayer of the Drunken Buddha for the Earth Summit
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Prayer of the Drunken Buddha for the Earth Summit
I.
So,
sitting by the sea,
you think
you can overcome
the eternal-holy
yin-yang
of cosmic karma
synthesis,
that unity
of opposites
of light-dark
opposing forces
that hold
all things,
even the tiniest of sub-atomic particles
or the largest of our socio-cultural
anachronistic political institutions,
in perfect balance?
II.
Think again, Jack,
before the sea rises
hissing-spitting out of its perfect tranquility
and sweeps you
in your self-induced somatic-trance
on back up to Heceta Head
in a tidal wave
of unleashed cosmic energy forces
we don’t even come close to understanding,
brought on by
your incessant thumbing-of-your-nose
at the natural order,
of harmonic-balance-of-nature or
natural-ecological forces of God-nature-
Karma or Yin-Yang Being or Catholic Mysticism,
which ever you worship,
in your sacred places,
be they
Stonehenge
or St. Peter’s Basilica
or the Black Hills
or Black Mesa
or Notre Dame Cathedrals or Stadiums
or Kyoto Temples
of this world.
III.
Hell,
Druids knew It,
Animists knew It,
even sacred St. Francis knew It,
Let’s fall in balance, with It,
It’s gotta a catchy tune to It,
Let’s fall in balance
with It,
Let’s get centered once again,
my friends.
IV.
All things,
and
in nothing,
at once
building up and
collapsing,
images
in our
hallucinatory
child-like
visions
of reality.
V.
There is,
afterall,
and beforeall,
and inall,
and in-nothingness,
a simple basic
cohesive unity
of centered complexity
which, like the
proverbial
Atomic Goop
(withered away by
the Atomic Disease)
which constitutes
both
order and disorder
in one all-encompassing,
all-knowing,
all-being
It
of oneness,
a synthesis
of balance.
VI.
Know It—
Believe It,
Hope for It,
Pray for It,
But for God’s
and Buddha’s
and Nature’s
and art’s
and Steve’s
and Joan’s
and Mohammed’s and
confused Confusius’ sake’s—
Find IT.
VII.
It’s in you.
It’s in me.
That all inclusive
centerpiece,
the Crowning Jewel of Being,
of circular return
in perfect ceaseless motion
of up/down in/out
optimistic/pessimistic
desolate/Paradise
and
artless art
we all seek
(but few find),
in
the mythic plane
of this world’s
allusion of reality
and
cohabitative contradiction
which is
within you,
and
outside of you,
in
everything.
It’s in Rocks.
It’s in Trees.
It’s even in the Birds and the Bees,
and that old
tattered heap of an
easy chair
you sleep in
before the televised
spectacular games
of Life In Motion
(As the Shaker’s Knew
In their own way, Jake).
VIII.
Let’s HOPE
for this vast
Eternal World’s
Sake we find IT soon,
before the oceans
and forests
and unseen sacred forces of
the sun, the tides
and nuclear winter and
ecologic nightmare
of global warming
turns this dumpsite of a mythical Paradise
into a wasteland, like
that big old dead-
beat beautific moon
up in the vast
sacred scriptural sky
in heaven, fffolks.
IX.
C’hi, baby,
That’s All.
X.
Amen.
--June 2, 1992
@pth
I.
So,
sitting by the sea,
you think
you can overcome
the eternal-holy
yin-yang
of cosmic karma
synthesis,
that unity
of opposites
of light-dark
opposing forces
that hold
all things,
even the tiniest of sub-atomic particles
or the largest of our socio-cultural
anachronistic political institutions,
in perfect balance?
II.
Think again, Jack,
before the sea rises
hissing-spitting out of its perfect tranquility
and sweeps you
in your self-induced somatic-trance
on back up to Heceta Head
in a tidal wave
of unleashed cosmic energy forces
we don’t even come close to understanding,
brought on by
your incessant thumbing-of-your-nose
at the natural order,
of harmonic-balance-of-nature or
natural-ecological forces of God-nature-
Karma or Yin-Yang Being or Catholic Mysticism,
which ever you worship,
in your sacred places,
be they
Stonehenge
or St. Peter’s Basilica
or the Black Hills
or Black Mesa
or Notre Dame Cathedrals or Stadiums
or Kyoto Temples
of this world.
III.
Hell,
Druids knew It,
Animists knew It,
even sacred St. Francis knew It,
Let’s fall in balance, with It,
It’s gotta a catchy tune to It,
Let’s fall in balance
with It,
Let’s get centered once again,
my friends.
IV.
All things,
and
in nothing,
at once
building up and
collapsing,
images
in our
hallucinatory
child-like
visions
of reality.
V.
There is,
afterall,
and beforeall,
and inall,
and in-nothingness,
a simple basic
cohesive unity
of centered complexity
which, like the
proverbial
Atomic Goop
(withered away by
the Atomic Disease)
which constitutes
both
order and disorder
in one all-encompassing,
all-knowing,
all-being
It
of oneness,
a synthesis
of balance.
VI.
Know It—
Believe It,
Hope for It,
Pray for It,
But for God’s
and Buddha’s
and Nature’s
and art’s
and Steve’s
and Joan’s
and Mohammed’s and
confused Confusius’ sake’s—
Find IT.
VII.
It’s in you.
It’s in me.
That all inclusive
centerpiece,
the Crowning Jewel of Being,
of circular return
in perfect ceaseless motion
of up/down in/out
optimistic/pessimistic
desolate/Paradise
and
artless art
we all seek
(but few find),
in
the mythic plane
of this world’s
allusion of reality
and
cohabitative contradiction
which is
within you,
and
outside of you,
in
everything.
It’s in Rocks.
It’s in Trees.
It’s even in the Birds and the Bees,
and that old
tattered heap of an
easy chair
you sleep in
before the televised
spectacular games
of Life In Motion
(As the Shaker’s Knew
In their own way, Jake).
VIII.
Let’s HOPE
for this vast
Eternal World’s
Sake we find IT soon,
before the oceans
and forests
and unseen sacred forces of
the sun, the tides
and nuclear winter and
ecologic nightmare
of global warming
turns this dumpsite of a mythical Paradise
into a wasteland, like
that big old dead-
beat beautific moon
up in the vast
sacred scriptural sky
in heaven, fffolks.
IX.
C’hi, baby,
That’s All.
X.
Amen.
--June 2, 1992
@pth
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