Monday, June 29, 2009

Poem : Practice


The here and now
just isn’t always
here and now
but now and then
it’s there and then,

and that’s when thoughts
of then and when
become the rending
of which we yen,

until the Zen
of here and now
again can lend
the transcendental

it’s always been
that never-ending
right here right now
in one godsend.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered same day

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Some Tweets on Action and Thought

Is action completely separate from thought?

But. Yes, thought is an action. Is a permutation of energy. But all action is not thought. Logical mindf*ck notwithstanding.

Maybe thought and action are types of energy (manifestations of the one). As such they interact with each other. Influence each other.

Some actions within this body-mind less influenced by thought than others. The circulatory system for example.

Motor skills are much more influenced by thought.

Yet it doesn't take thought to scratch an itch.

Our conditioned thoughts have usurped our motor skills. Grace is a revolutionary thought. Viva la grace!

In the end, energy influences energy, thoughts influence action and action influences thought. De-conditioning is a 2-way street.

Until it’s one way. Which it always was/is.

Suffering is mistaking the one-way for a two-way street.

De-conditioning is turning the car around. You still can get hurt, but now you should know why.

Well, they're "there" as long as I'm "there." And I'm there as long as I'm here. And I'm here if I'm not in samadhi. & I'm not.

All this ties into the Bhagavad Gita and its yogas of wisdom (thought) and works (action). It’s Effing Genius!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

poem: Parker River National Wildlife Refuge in a Quiet Mist

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge in a Quiet Mist

The total quiet of this wildlife refuge finds
a steady oscillating cricket,
the intermittent chirp and warble of a red-winged blackbird,
some songbirds improvising certain notes,
three geese heard honking overhead,
and unseen now beyond the greenery of dunes,
a constant ocean-shore white noise
like one unmanifested spirit in our midst.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered on this same date

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Some Tweets on Sacrifice

The manifest world from 2 perspectives: from self as one of survival based on destruction; from Self as coexistence based on self-sacrifice.

Life does not feed off of life; life offers itself to life.

Being a parent is such a Self-fulfilling thing because it’s a living lesson in the sacrificial ways of the manifest world.

I am not the executor or victim; I am the sacrifice. I am not the doer; I am the done.

Suddenly I understand the beautiful reality of Christ on the Cross: sacrifice as the natural way of the world.

Sacrifice is simply the Sacred doing.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Monday, June 15, 2009

The Four EZ Platitudes

Don't know who you are? Try EZ Platitudes. Guaranteed to wake you up in less than 140 words or else we'll try another 140.

U R nothing. Everything U think U R is a bunch of lies U learned from someone else. Stop being so gullible. You're "God," so act like it.

OK, that one sucked, so let’s try another one. Why did you cross the road? The other side wanted to get to you. You got another answer doer?

So maybe third time’s the charm. You manifest nothing. You are manifested. At best, you’ll be given a heads-up. Otherwise, suck it up.

Stop being so pig-headed. After 13 billion years do you really think this here and now is all that special? OK, it is. Yeah, you too. Enjoy!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered 13-Jun-09

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Out of Darkest Nothing

Out of Darkest Nothing

Bamboo mountain rising
over green tea lake.
Rice white clouds above
a dragon-headed snake.

Wooden temple stairway
climbing to the sky.
Out of darkest nothing
lights a firefly.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittered 12-June-09

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Oh the Overcast

Oh the Overcast

Oh the overcast,
the blue-gray whipped parfait,
the steely waters underneath
a lowered ceiling just
about to fall into
one thousand silver pieces.

See the seagulls’ soaring
silhouette. And see
the sailboats anchored all
without a sail. And see
the distant sandy shore
and toy-like houses claiming

their monopoly
of narrow intercession.
All this and more is my
interpretation of
one moment, monument
in manifest to That

in which it is, and That
in which we rest, and That
to which I am in worship,
father, son, and holy
lover of this earth
and sea and sky. Oh my!

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


I saw the best minds of this generation destroyed by enlightenment ~transcreation of an Allen Ginsberg line

When all the lights went out,—I had no clue it was a branch—that fell across the power line;—I thought it was something I had thought.

It was nearing twilight. All the lights were off & traffic long rerouted. Red-winged blackbirds once again were powering an apparent world.

By the time I got to the scene, the tree that Shiva fell was cut and Brahma was working on the transformer. Everything would soon be Vishnu.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twitterings from 6/1

Over the Ocean

How inappropriate to call this planet Earth, when clearly it is Ocean. ~Arthur C. Clarke

The sea becomes a wave turns to the sea becomes a wave turns to the sea becoming me turns to the sea...

At the ocean, it all becomes very hydrological: I am water, and water is That.

Water is 71% of the earth’s surface & the ocean contains 97% of the earth’s water & the human adult body is 50% - 65% water. Do the math.

Water, water everywhere and not a drop is real; I have water on the mind.

A bolt of lightning over the sea strikes my immateriality...

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twittering from 5/31

Prayer to the Wordless

You cannot take the Wordless' name in vain; only every other name.

As they do with balsamic in Rome, I find it helpful to carry a little bottle of Bhakti with me to pepper upon the Wordless at times.

Holy holy Wordless, essence of an emptiness, virginal void, nothing not even not, hold me in your Self until I’m absolutely thunderstruck.

~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
twitterings of 5/30