Time, the Fourth Dimension
Time has a claim to fame;
Spacetime's fourth dimension.
To be sure it's a valid one,
Somethings I'll have to mention.
One dimension is one direction
Pointing straight one way;
Length, measures a length section
Every single day.
Another one will measure width;
We call it dimension two.
Distance units we measure with;
Millions or just a few.
Next one aims toward starlight;
This third completes space objects;
A vector measured for the height
Of all and sundry projects.
These three all describe the way
They take up room in space.
Notice folks, it's now time's turn
To tell about its place.
Proving to us, once for all,
It has dimension nature;
Informing you that motion stalls
Event facts intervention.
In the present moment
Is one non-motion event
The one that came before it,
A past non-motion lament.
The event we haven't come to, yet
Is just as still as stone
We call it future, linear pet;
Non-motion up-ahead zone.
This stack is a length we measure,
One direction to be sure;
The fourth, the time dimension
Making spacetime reality pure.
'To Do' List
To be in harmony
With what is,
It's crucial to know
That "I" is reality;
Not what most Buddhist teachers teach.
To be trapped
In the left hemisphere of the brain
Is to be trapped
In the material;
When the Light comes in contact
With the left-brained,
The darkness
Comprehends it not.
To correlate linear time
With spacial distance,
An object
Must be traveling that distance.
To enter an event
In the past or the future,
It would require
A birth in a body
In the event
You were attempting to enter.
To free someone
Is to release someone from victimization.
To pardon someone
Is to excuse a persecutor.
To identify as human
Is to identify
With the human form.
To know the difference
Between the Self
And the not-Self,
Between the perceptually-dependent reality
And perceptually-independent reality
Is to remove delusion.
To know your True Self
Makes living as an ego,
Ideal.
To make finite properties
From infinite properties,
Differentiation
Is caused in the non-differentiated.
To make something finite
Is to set a limit on it.
To make this planet compatible
With human fulfillment,
Humanity should be socialized
In community sizes,
Not unmanageable countries
With twenty-five to fifty million citizens.
To realize we are the Buddha
Is to realize we aren't the ego.
To repent
Is to committ the unpardonable sin.
To say something is relative
Is to say the measurements,
Or values,
Change
If the reference frame changes.
To say something moves
Faster than the speed of light
Is the same thing as saying
Something moves slower
Than non-motion.
To say that something ought not be
Is saying that God
Did something he shouldn't have done.
You called God a sinner.
Truth vs. Lies
The sharp sword of truth
Slays the dragon of lies;
Those wrong who, what, when,
Where and whys.
It's come to wrestle
Those lies to the ground
It's honesty's turn
To buy the next round.
Knowing truth,
Realizing what is;
Not thinking, guessing
Or speculation jizz.
Wisdom isn't knowing
Understanding can be false;
It's impossible to understand
Unless it's true, nothing else.
Reason can be used,
With evil cunning and stealth,
To reason out of truth
Your very own sneaky self.
Believing's not knowing
What you believe to be true;
When your veins flow with knowing,
Belief starts turning blue.
If you don't know the difference
Of what is from what isn't,
You won't have the vision
To meet Wise for a visit.
Truth gets established
By wrestling with mystery
Until tiring in languish,
Truth springs from this misery.
If you fight against truth,
You fight against frienship,
Foolish beating black and blue,
One holding the freedom slip.
The more bolder you are
Pulling string to truth's bow,
The more easy to win war
Arrows strike lying foes.
Said :'Truth shall set you free'
Holy choirs got it wrong;
'Belief shall set you free'
Wrong lyrics, wrong song.
Liars worry about questions;
Fear the way they might get answered;
Those in truth teach this lesson
State of peace, their reward's transfer.
Let all know, "No theory-schmeory!"
Tell them how you really feel;
Scientific method, not theory
Now ready for the Real Deal.
Two Brothers
Intimidation,
In search of easy targets;
With crude manner and rude swagger,
Commanding tough talk,
How they manage,
Even before the mail man arrives,
To eat and shit chaos,
With nary a blood pressure concern,
Or a sweat drop spilt.
A daily exercise regime
Of drunk-dialing exes
And designing humiliation anagrams
Out of names of beloved sports teams.
These are God's misfits
Of nature's traveling show,
Assembled by dead SS rent boys.
Grotesque in their countenance,
Like heads dipped in wax
Left in the sun to melt,
Forgotten, the sentimental
Like sanbox toys
Buried beneath sand-fill,
A smile to manifest,
Had, first, to wrestle
With day-after-day morning-after hangovers
Amid breakfasts of burned toast,
And milk beginning to turn.
If powers were such
We could choose our birth's womb,
Choosing one not shared
With these two,
My brothers,
Would be world's safest bet.
For serenity's sake,
I often take time,
To make reflection's habit
Ponder these words:
"You don't always get to choose
Who you dance with at the prom."
