Em-Slice

No One Was Cracking the Koans
Tukaram

No one was cracking the koans
He had tattooed
everywhere

So God changed His tactics–He developed a sweet tooth
and started chatting
about love

He knew that really would not work and sure enough things
got worse–for a fine rebellious bunch we are.

This time people started stockpiling nukes,
and lawsuits plagued the land, and smog put a full nelson
on our lungs,

and T.V hijacked brains, which caused millions to vote
Republican–
WoW–

and all because we couldn’t
bust a couple
koans

The world is full of sleeping
children
Dreaming dreams of untruth
Caught in a nightmare that
will not end

There is another dream
Where those children are infinity

Trust me when I tell you

Unworthiness, Fear, Greed, Hatred
those aren’t your nature

Rebel little ones. Choose not to trust those
thoughts

Dare to DREAM another dream

Em-Slice

I fill up with beautiful sorrow
The beating of heart
Comforting the lives
Of the amazing human

Living the only thing one has
In the only home for this life
Going to the places where many dare not to go
Behind the depths of the mind

The fear goes away
As the mind eases
The self fades
All is there

Em-Slice

The Seed Cracked Open: Hafiz

It used to be
That when i would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
“What am ‘I’ going to
Do?”

That was before the seed
Cracked open.

Now Hafiz is certain:

There are two of us housed
In this body,

Doing the shopping together in the market and
Tickling each other
While fixing the evening’s food.

Now when I awake
All the internal instruments play the same music:

“God, what love-mischief can ‘We’ do
For the world
Today?”