The ghosts of zen like men

Twisted metal, screeching,

Shards of unrequited barbed wire love,

In schizophrenic man in mirror man,

Like a f*****g broken cymbal,

Smashed on the floor, 

No tone or timbre, no sense or articulation,

The D.M.T. brought me Satori,

And I ejaculated myself in two,

Fucked and burned and reborn,

I, Enlightenment, be,

I have been and seen,

And none see darker than me,

Lao Tsu and Basho and billions of 

Billions of nano vibrating strings,

And quantum physics and ancient godz

And darker things,

Trying to fit chaos theory inside your head

Is quite a dangerous ting,

Destroying, exploding, annihilating, merging, melting  dying,

And lost in supra 3D consciousness,

Music of the Universe,

And returned to norm,

Broken minded and strong,

And carry on  the every day, everyday,

On the wrong side of the glass, looking out,

Hand print fading in the light,

Twisted metal, screeching,

As planets re-align,

Geographic plates shifting,

I lose myself 1 mm a day,

The ghosts of zen like men would understand,

Rice and wine by river banks and moon.

Reviews

[Eilis]

Your last two lines are like a connection through time and space. Nothing can keep apart spirits that have known and seen and discerned the meaning. This connectivity is what keeps the actualization from dying away. So, perhaps as we reach to the past for understanding, the past also reaches in to the future to keep the understanding alive. Not sure if I sound like a bam, but maybe it will make sense to you.

I like how the chaos of the DMT experience is presented as this almost time-travel like event. It makes me think of H.G. Wells' Time Machine where the scientist moves through time so quickly and watches the world operating, changing, being shaped around him, and he just absorbs that. The alacrity of discovery and how difficult it is for the human mind to grasp things that are out of its normal range of thought. But, here, the chaos is the seat of enlightenment and the work-a-day life is this space of trapped-ness --the man behind glass trying to find a way back out--and so this raises questions about consciousness and meaning on a more general level. You know I love these kinds of ideas. How do we know what we know and how are these understandings reached.

One man's meaning and understanding is another man's hell. And perhaps this has to do with how much we are willing to let in to our minds. Here, I see an absolute openness, a desire to be welcomed in to the knowledge of origin and life on a micro scale. How much of what we know or think we know is simply a construct of the mind. That is what I walk away wondering. And that perhaps, in the end, simplicity is our purpose. As it allows for this space of exploration where we might meet both the future and the past if we are open to the energy. Cool poem, Gram.

[gram linski]

hey, Eilis, on reading back I am the one that sounds like a bam, lol, trying to express/explain this mad cosmic, transcendental euphoric experience in broken language was the hardest part, trying to articulate the quantum mechanics of God is no easy thing, once again you have grasped the deep inner thoughts that I was trying to convey, and that man behind the mirror was me trying to find some way back, thanks as always for your insight and time and thoughtful contemplation of my mad ramblings , it is very much appreciated,

[sharonlee]

Passionately penned... much deeper than perhaps I comprehend.

[gram linski]

thanks for reading and enjoying, sharonlee

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my friend.
"The ghosts of zen like men would understand,
Rice and wine by river banks and moon."
Hello and I hope you are doing well. Be safe and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[gram linski]

thanks for the great review, Coyote, glad you understood, take care, out there,

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my dear friend.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Quite a bender then gram?
There is a strong sense of disconnectedness in most of this and the descriptions are sharp and chaotic in harmony with a state of mind that is uncontrolled. Feels a s though there is acceptance though and no regret.

[gram linski]

Thanks, John, Je ne regret rein,

[Chris Shaw]

Sounds like a bad trip. Not that I've ever been on one, only what I've read. Everything magnified beyond all sense of reason. Scary stuff. You captured the chaos well.

Chris

[gram linski]

Not at all, Chris, it was the most beautiful experience of my life, at one with the Universe, in complete harmony, the bad trip was going back to work,lol

[Chris Shaw]

I'll take your word for it. I can agree about work being a bad trip though :) Lucky me, doesn't have to do that anymore.

[Onlyme]

Drug and alcohol induced highs and lows, that reach crazy mental awakening moments of Zen like spiritual souls like Lao, Tsu and Basho. That explode atoms and the particles inside your brain and expand and contract your spiritual awakening.
To where you orbit around the Universe. And transcend.

[gram linski]

Cheers Dawn, still had to go to work the next f*****g morn, sitting in the canteen trying to process my broken brain, "Good weekend, gram," "Quiet" lol