Posts Tagged ‘tao’

[words by Miriam Dyak, 2002 – discovered in this hour within We’Moon 2011]

Stop! Strike everything! No more words…

There is a fire in my blood, each cell a tiny house on fire –

something that has tasted God


Don’t talk to me! Don’t! Not when I’m so hungry

starving for the deep forest of your body

the way a storm hungers wildly for land

the way whales long for that hug

of thousand foot down ocean pressure

the way roots of just transplanted trees are crazy for home


Let me in! This is not about babies

not about houses or tea sets, not about your sweet bow or arrow

It is not even about the little gods of wheat and roads

and goes far beyond insurance, beyond stone temples


It is about the God that has landed in us

what I have bitten      what is now devouring me from the inside

You can’t even think of it directly

Imagine if all the birds in the world laned in this one wood

all of them at once

it would take the shape of a desire so vast the landscape itself

with everything on it would disappear into the earth

Just the cry would lift off like a rocket

Your bones your old shoes your new knowledge

all liquefied into sound

one touch and you’re turned to vibration

your geography changed and choiceless forever


It is too late for everything

but truth

finally on time

for love

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The Sweetest Orange

Things are right!

Because even though I sometimes sacrifice myself for small stuff, I have never made a large decision despite it feeling wrong. No! He was guided to me, at what seemed such an inopportune time –

but the time was exactly on for my heart to click open! And it’s not as if I made the choice to come here despite any better knowledge or feeling otherwise. I was led here by one of those indecipherable moments, much like the moment of our meeting. I was being pulled in both directions. It isn’t as though I knew one was more crucial than the other and I knowingly ignored that implication. I have never done that for something larger. I have made mistakes sometimes, yes, but never on such a scale. I would not be able to survive for such a missed call.

and despite what might be inferred, I am not here simply to appease the masses. Initially that wasn’t the intention and it holds. I am still working things out, and this location-atmosphere-environment is crucial to the development of my own life-theses. Heres! Surrounding opportune. And active takeage! Nothing is wrong. Stuff has been difficult, but nothing is wrong. If I’d sensed ultimate wrongness, it would have been patched. If it’d shown clear one decision would bear such sweet fruit and complete nourished my pathsoul, I’d have done it.

We shall never lament a changed course, for streams and creeks diverge as the branches of trees as the joints on the stem of lovely green. Only to observe what is going on, let it flow within you along with all the emotions it may stir as river mud,

and knowing we will see what weather brings. I wait, excited, with bated breath, knowing nothing of what is to come later today, this month, this year –

It struck me today that life may just continue. On and on and on and on. Just life. Breathing. Going. Unstoppable, unbreachable, unbreakable. I will age and wrinkle and dust and produce progeny and life. will just continue flowing. burning. blowing. decomposing. life.

Love I am sorry if ever i prevented you from being yourself

Love I am sorry if ever i tempted you from a place you knew you belonged

love i am sorry for the pain we’ve been washing in

love you. and your wei,

love On


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“Being Real”

In the library,

I can feel the distress floating off the man next to me. small shaking waves of spiky green, yellow, red

he’s working on a paper. He’s carving his block

and deeply

each nervous tick fluttering off like woodchips as he hacks away at himself,

believing all the while it’s for good.

Perhaps convinced that civilizing his brain and actions into writing this thing,

pleasing his teachers

“working towards that degree”

is methodology for success.

If only I finish here

i might be happy one day.

I just have to get through this

then I can actually do what I want with my time.

You’re wrong, you know.

After this you’ll want things. And in order to get things you’ll have to keep carving the block.


Just follow the Tao, te ching tells

but how does the Tao connect with the false sphere, this illusion?

The only mistake you make is suppressing your own true desires.

Well, fuck.

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