The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and
the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of
peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We
have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing
thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds,
and put at ease our ruffled spirits.
And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a
familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and
yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.
Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies
touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.
There was silence between them. So profound was theire
love for each other, they needed no words to express
it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with
their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked.
"You know I love you, darling." he replied. "I love you
more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my
life. My sun. Moon and stars. You are my everything.
Without you I have no reason for being."
Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park
bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the
moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love
me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How much do I
love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the
waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains
of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."
"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how
much I love you."
"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper
than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no
limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending
except my love for you."
There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a
park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in
the moonlight.
Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she
implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly
This ode to you O Poets and Orators to come, you
father Whitman as I join your side, you Congress
and American people,
you present meditators, spiritual friends & teachers,
you O Master of the Diamond Arts,
Take this wheel of syllables in hand, these vowels and
consonants to breath's end
take this inhalation of black poison to your heart,
breath
out this blessing from your breast on our creation
forests cities oceans deserts rocky flats and mountains
in the Ten Directions pacify with exhalation,
enrich this Plutonian Ode to explode its empty thunder
through earthen thought-worlds
Magnetize this howl with heartless compassion, destroy
this mountain of Plutonium with ordinary mind
and body speech,
thus empower this Mind-guard spirit gone out, gone
out, gone beyond, gone beyond me, Wake space,
Oh Round Desire
Oh Red Delight
The River is Blood
The Time is Spent
Love likes me
Love takes it shoes off and sits on the couch
Love has an answer for everything
Love smiles gently...and crosses its legs
well here we are well here we are
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep...Being in Air
Sleep...Turning to speak
Sleep...Losing our Way
Sleep...Pour it all Out
We are old Friends
I offer Love a Beer
Love watches Television
Love needs a bath
Love could use a shave
Love rolls out of the chair and wiggles
on the floor
Jumps Up
I'm Laughing at Love
Drink Me
Drink Me
Drink Me
Drink Me
Drive...Why do You Ask?
Breaths...Still is the Night
Drive...It is much Further
Sleep...Than We Thought
In Liquid Days
Land Travel(s) Hard
Fly Home Daughter
If anyone asks you
how perfect satisfaction
of all your sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the night sky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this?
If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God's fragrance" means,
lean your head towards him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen the knot strings
of your robe.
Like this?
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don't try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to "die for love", point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn't believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they're telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into the deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob's sight return?
Huuuuu.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he'll put his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us.
Lightning struck a while ago
And it's blazing much too fast
But give it rain of waiting time
And it will surely pass
Blow over
And it's happening so quickly
As I feel the flaming time
And I grope about the embers
To relieve my stormy mind
Blow over
Shaken this has left me
And laughing and undone
With a blinding bolt of sleeplessness
That's just begun
And a windy crazy running
Through the nights and through the days
And a crackling
Of the time burned away
Burned away
Now I feel it in my blood
All hot and sharp and white
With a whipcrack and a thunder
And a flash of flooding light
But there'll be a thick and smoky
Silence in the air
When the fire finally dies
And I'm wondering who'll be left there
In the ashes of time
Burned away
Why stay so long where your words are scattered
and doing no good. I've sent a letter a day
for a hundred days. Either you don't read the mail,
or you've forgotten how to leave.
Let the letter read you. Come back.
No one understands who you are in that prison
for the stonefaced. You've escaped,
but still you sit there like a falcon
on the window ledge. You are both water
and stream, but you think you need something
to drink like a lion or a deer.
How far is it? How far is the light of the moon
from the moon? How far is the taste of the candy
from the lips? Every second you give away light.
We accept. We like this market.
Your love is a sweet poison we ear from your hand
to dissolve and drain away the ego life
1. You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?
2. I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique -
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.
3. All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep.
4. I know you had to lie to me,
I know you had to cheat.
But the Means no longer guarantee
The Virtue in Deceit.
That truth is bent, that beauty spent,
That style is obsolete -
Ever since the Holy Spirit went
A thousand kisses deep.
5. (So what about this Inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching through another night
A thousand kisses deep.)
6. I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed,
I´m back on Boogie Street.
I tried to quit the business -
Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak.
But sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A thousand kisses deep.
7. (And fragrant is the thought of you,
The file on you complete -
Except what we forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep.)
8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it´s done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it´s real
A thousand kisses deep.
9. (I jammed with Diz and Dante -
I did not have their sweep -
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.)
10. And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing "Auld Lang Syne" -
The heart will not retreat.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep -
You ditch it all to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep.
11. And now you are the Angel Death
And now the Paraclete;
And now you are the Savior's Breath
And now the Belsen heap.
No turning from the threat of love,
No transcendental leap -
As witnessed here in time and blood
Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.
We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.
So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.
This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.
Poems reach up like spendthrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!
They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.
Stop the words now!
Open the window in the center of your chest,
"In this court, all men are equal." You have heard
those words many times before. "All men are equal." But
what about all women ? Are women the equal of men ?
There are those who tell us that they are.
Last week, an auspicious meeting of women was held in
Kalamazoo. The meeting was addressed by a very
prominent lady who is noted for her modesty. She is so
modest that she blindfolds herself when taking a bath.
Modesty runs in her family. She has a nephew who is
just ten years of age. Sometimes, the nephew says "I'm
going to the forbidden name store." The little fellow
is too modest to say "I'm going to the A & P." Well,
here is what that modest lady said to the gathering of
women in Kalamazoo :
"My sisters : Thetime has come when we must stand up
and declare ourselves. For too long have we been
trodden under the feet of men. For too long have we
been treated as second-class citizens by men who say
that we are only good for cooking their meals, mending
their socks, and raising their babies.
"You have a boyfriend, and he calls you his queen.
Then, when he marries you, he crowns you. These are the
kind of men who, when they become romantic or, I should
say, when they are in a certain mood, they want to kiss
you and kiss you and kiss you again.
"My sisters, I say to you : Put your faces against it,
and, if the man takes from you without your permission,
look him squarely in the face, roll your eyes at him,
and say to him ‘How dare you, you male chauvinist pig !
You put that kiss right back where you got it from.’
"My sisters, we are in bondage, and we need to be
liberated. Liberation is our cry. Just yesterday, I
talked with a woman who is the mother of fifteen
children. She said ‘Yes, I want to be liberated from
the bedroom.’
"And so, my sisters, the time has come when we must let
this male chauvinist understand that the hand that
changes the diapers is the hand that shall rule the
world.
"And now, my sisters, let us stand and sing our
national song. For the benefit of you who have not yet
memorized the words, here they are :
The woman's day is drawing near, it's written in the
stars
The fall of men is very near, proclaim it from your
cars.
Sisters, rise ! You flags unfurl ! Don't be a little
girl.
Say "Down with men, their power must end : Women shall
This love could be some one
Into love
It could be some one that has been somewhere like them
It could be some like them
Tis one like into where that one has heen like them
Well, it could be be some like them
Those like into where like that into this
This one has been broken like into where
But it could be some that it could be some like into
like
into like into
like into where like that.
It could be be some of the lucky ones then
This has been like into where that the ones
That where that it could be some like them too
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It could be somewhere like
let's see
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it could be somewhere that it could be somewhere
That it could be somewhere
like into that one has been lucky
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into
Where the singing of the love of them
This one has hen like into where the one it has
like into what is of that
is where that love was
it could be somewhere like them them
Them them them
it could say where by numbers this one has
like into it
The one is you over all the all the all the
It could be some that it could be,
could be so like that it is the one it could be the one
it was the ones like them
it could be some like them
That one
It could be some like them
It could be somewhere
The ones like them
You will
The ones are
The ones are
The ones are are
The ones are like
The ones are like into where the ones are the ones
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The ones are like into this
The ones are like that
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are the are the a million
The ones are like what you do Crazy Eddies
That could be some that is into it is like what is it
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it could be some one like them
it could be some one like them
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The ones are like that
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I could be cry like a baby I'll be there
It could be course of that has heen
the ones are like them them them them
them them them them them them them
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are like them them them
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Goodbye Crazy Eddies
Crazy Eddies are the most ones
Like into a coat jacket
are into like it has the has the ever
Ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever the
And that is the answer to your problem, handsome
Problem
Promise
The ones are like into this way
This always be
This
That it could be somewhere into where that it could be
into some
There's an old rule that drunks have to argue
and get into fights.
The lover is just as bad. He falls down a hole.
But down in that hole he finds something shining,
worth more than any amount of money or power.
Last night the moon came
dropping its clothes in the street.
I took it as a sign to start singing.
Falling up into the bowl of sky.
The bowl brakes. Everywhere is falling everywhere.
Nothing else to do.
Here's the new rule: break the wineglass.
I can´t make the hills
The system is shot
I´m living on pills
for which I thank G-d
There´s sun in the leaves
and birds in the tree.
Nobody believes
it´s written by Thee.
I used to be song
I used to be cock
but time is long gone
past my laughingstock
I bid you good-bye
There´s nothing to add
I´ve tried and I try
to stop going mad
I followed the course
from chaos to art
My dick was the horse
my life was the cart
I´m back at my desk
(the end of the line)
a bee in my breast
a snake in my spine
The silverware shines
that my mother left
to me when she died
fulfilled and bereft
My leash is too long
I think that I´m free
I´d leap at the young
but I´m sixty-three
I know what I want
It took many lives
I´m cured by the cunt
I´m killed by the eyes
The sorrows are real
as froth on the wave
as shit on the beach
the city´s disgrace
Who cares what I say
I´m not who I was
I´m paid what I pay
I´m always in love
The summer won´t come
´till I go to bed
The birds will return
when the dog is dead
You can´t say it right
when you touch yourself
But truth´s not advice
It is total health
The crap on my back
the piss in my face
but happy at last
in the Holy Place
You can´t go too deep
if you want to swim
where the mermaids weep
out of love for Him
I`m nothing but lust
I´m nothing but pain
I did these mistrust
but Never Again
I say what I want
for I am the Child
of G-d coming home
and His Wife gone wild
I don´t need a thing
I use what I have
a moth-eaten wing
a worm cut in half
With these I invoke
The Name to draw nigh
I´m clamped in a stock
to hold my head high
My animal howls
My angel´s upset
And deep in my bowels
the shit of regret
You can´t stop a man
from loving too much
I´m still licking stamps
from trying it once
My pen is too wet
My ink is too black
The Winner won´t get
his foot on the track
But the one like me
with light in her eye
is utterly free
to crawl or to fly
And she´ll know the path
I carved through the pain
my will cut in half
and Freedom between
I´ll meet her one day
when the time is right
for me to display
my flare in the night
for the space in space
to cough up the Word
that seals our Embrace
unharmed and unheard
And Mercy at last
for one doubled up
and tied to the mast
with the flags of love
And thank´s be to you
for helping me out
when Youth had no clue
what´s it all about
Your kindness is kind
your trueness is true
I pray that you´ll find
your Beloved, too
as I have found mine
where I´d never look:
in the threaded spine
My worst habit I get so tired of winter.
I became a torture to those I'm with.
If you're not here, nothing grows.
I lack clarity.
My words wrangle and knot up.
How to cure bad water?
Send it back to the river.
How to cure bad habits?
Send me back to you.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools,
dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
There is a secret medicine given only to those
who hurt so hard they can't hope.
The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.
Look as long as you can at the friend you love,
no matter whether that friend is moving away from you
Would it get some wind for the sailboat. And it could
get for it is.
It could get the railroad for these workers. And it
could be were it is.
It could Franky it could be Franky it could be very
fresh and clean
It could be a balloon.
All these are the days my friends and these are the
days my friends.
It could get some wind for the sailboat. And it could
get for it is.
It could get the railroad for these workers. It could
get for it is were.
It could be a balloon. It could be Franky. It could be
very fresh and clean.
All these are the days my friends and these are the
days my friends.
It could be those days.
Will it get some wind for the sailboat and it could get
for it is it.
It could get the railroad for these workers workers. It
could get for it is.
All these are the days my friends and these are the
days my friends.
But these days of 888 cents in 100 coins of change...
These are theiidays mmy friends and these are my days
my friends.
Make a tiota on thses these are theiidays loop
So if you say will it get some wind for the sailboat
and it could for
It could be Franky it could he very fresh and cleann.
So it could be those ones. So if
You cash the bank of world traveler from 10 months ago.
Doo you rememberf Honz the bus driver..., Well I put
the red ball
blue ball two black and white balls. And Honz pushed on
his brakes and
the four balls went down to that. And Honz said. "get
those four balls
away from the gearshift" All these are the days my
friends and these are the days my friends.
It could get the railroad for these workers. Itmmcould
Would will it get some wind for the sailboat. And it
Don't go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision, see nothing I don't see.
Language, say nothing.
The way the night knows itself with the moon,
be that with me. Be the rose
nearest to the thorn that I am.
I want to feel myself in you when you taste food,
in the arc of your mallet when you work.
When you visit friends, when you go
up on the roof by yourself at night.
There's nothing worse than to walk
out along the street without you.
I don't know where I'm going.
You're the road and the knower of roads,
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be Heroes, just for one day
And you, you can be mean
And I, I'll drink all the time
'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we're lovers, and that is that
Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
What d'you say?
I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day
I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing will drive them away
We can be Heroes,
just for one day
We can be us, just for one day
I can remember
Standing, by the wall
And the guns, shot above our heads
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever
Then we could be Heroes, just for one day
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
We can be Heroes
Just for one day
We're nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Da aaaaaaaaaaaayyy... aaaaaaayyy aaayyy-aaaaaaaaaayyy
SONG 1
Lightning’s blue glare fills Oklahoma plains,
the train rolls east
casting yellow shadow on grass
Twenty years ago
approaching Texas
I saw
sheet lightning
cover Heaven’s corners
Feed Storage Elevators in gray rain mist,
checkerboard light over sky-roof
same electric lightning South
follows this train
Apocalypse prophesied—
the Fall of America
signaled from Heaven—
Ninety nine soldiers in uniform paid by the Government
to Believe—
ninety nine soldiers escaping the draft for an Army
job,
ninety nine soldiers shaved
with nowhere to go but where told,
ninety nine soldiers seeing lightning flash—
a thousand years ago
Ten thousand Chinese marching on the plains
all turned their heads to Heaven at once to see the
Moon.
An old man catching firelies on the porch at night
watched the Herd Boy cross the Milky Way
to meet the Weaving Girl…
How can we war against that?
How can we war against that?
Too late, too late
the Iron Horse hurrying to war,
too late for laments
too late for warning—
I’m a stranger alone in my country again
SONG 2
Who’s the enemy, year after year?
War after war, who’s the enemy?
What’s the weapon, battle after battle?
What’s the news, defeat after defeat?
What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open
their skulls and ate up their brains and imagi-
nation?
Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob
tainable dollars! Children screaming under the
stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men
weeping in the parks!
Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the
loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy
judger of men!
Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the
crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment!
Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stun-
ned governments!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose
blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers
are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a canni-
bal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking
tomb!
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose fac-
tories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose
smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch
whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch
whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch
whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen!
Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream
Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in
Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom
I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch
who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy!
Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch!
Light streaming out of the sky!
Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs!
skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic
industries! spectral nations! invincible mad
houses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to
Heaven which exists and is everywhere about
Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies!
gone down the American river!
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole
boatload of sensitive bullshit!
Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions!
gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! De-
spairs! Ten years' animal screams and suicides!
Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on
the rocks of Time!
Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the
wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell!
They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving!
carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the
If you had no name
If you had no history
If you have no books
If you had no family
If it were only you
Naked on the grass
Who would you be then?
This is what he asked
And I said I wasn't really sure
But I would probably be
Cold
And now I'm freezing
A man wakes up to the sound of rain
From a dream about his lovers
Who pass through his room.
They brush lightly by, these lovers.
They pass. Never touching.
These passing lovers move through his room.
The man is awake now
He can't get to sleep again.
So he repeats these words
Over and over again:
Bravery. Kindness. Clarity.
Honesty. Compassion. Generosity.
Bravery. Honesty. Dignity.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep
You must ask for what you really want
Don't go back to sleep
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Gradually
we became aware
of a hum in the room
an electrical hum in the room
It went mmmmmm
We followed it from
corner to corner
We pressed out ears
against the walls
We crossed diagonals
and put our hands on the floor
It went mmmmmm
Sometimes it was
a murmur
Sometimes it was
a pulse
Sometimes it seemed
to disappear
But then with a quarter-turn
of the head
it would roll around the sofa
A nimbus humming cloud
mmmmmm
Maybe it's the hum
of a calm refrigerator
cooling on a big night
Maybe it's the hum
of our parents' voices
long ago in a soft light
mmmmmm
Maybe it's the hum
of changing opinion
or a foreign language
in prayer
Maybe it's the mantra
of the walls and wiring
Deep breathing
in soft air
There was neither non-existence nor existence then;
there was neither realm of space nor the sky which is
beyond.
What stirred? Where? In whose protection?
Was there water, bottomlessly deep?
There was neither death nor immortality [then].
There was no [distinguishing] sign of night nor of day.
That One breathed, windless, by Its own impulse.
Other than that there was nothing beyond.
Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning;
with no [distinguishing] sign, all this was water.
The life force that was covered with emptiness,
That One arose through the power of heat.
Desire came upon That One in the beginning;
that was the first seed of mind.
Poets seeking in their heart with wisdom found
the bond of existence in non-existence.
Their cord was extended across.
Was there below? Was there above?
There were seed-placers; there were powers.
There was impulse beneath; there was giving-forth
above.
Who really knows? Who will here proclaim it?
Whence was it produced? Whence is this creation?
The gods came afterwards, with the creation of the
universe.
Who then knows whence it has arisen?
Whence this creation has arisen -
perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not -
the one who looks down [on it], in the highest heaven,
Give yourself a kiss.
If you live in China, don't look
somewhere else, in Tibet, or Mongolia.
If you want to hold the beautiful one,
hold yourself to yourself.
When you kiss the Beloved,
touch your own lips with your fingers.
The beauty of every woman and every man
is your own beauty.
The confusion of your hair
obscures that sometimes.
An artist comes to paint you
and stands with his mouth open.
Your love reveals your beauty,
but all coverings would disappear
if only for a moment your holding back
would sit before your generosity
and ask,
"Sir, who are You?"
At that,
Sham's life-changing face
All that white hair
A gentleman's honor
And a long white beard
Burns up with fever
And this is artificial moonlight
An artificial sky
Horses in the air
Feet on the ground
Never seen this picture before (x2)
And this is artificial moonlight
An artificial sky
Horses in the air
"Whose baby is this?"
Never seen this picture before
Horses in the air
Feet on the ground
The sun of him who knew thee not Has set, O Amon. But, as for him who knows thee, He shines. The temple of him who assailed Thee is in darkness, While the whole earth is in Sunlight. Who so puts thee in his heart, O Amon, Lo, his sun hath risen.
The new ruler, performing benefactions for his father Amon and all the gods, has made what was ruined to endure as a monument for the ages of eternity, and he has expelled the great criminal and justice was established. He surpassed what has been done previously. He fashioned his father Amon upon thirteen carrying poles, his holy image being of fine gold, lapis lazuli, and every august costly stone, whereas the majesty of this august god had been upon eleven carrying poles.
All the property of the temples has been doubled and tripled and quadrupled in silver, gold, lapis lazuli, every kind of august costly stone, royal linen, white linen, fine linen, olive oil, gum, fat, incense, myrrh, without limit to any good thing. His majesty (Life! Prosperity! Health!) has built their barques upon the river of new cedar from the terraces. They make the river shine.
To reach Tel-el-Amarna, drive eight miles south of Mallawi to the point where you cross the Nile. On the east side of the Nile the distance is less than a mile and can be covered on foot or on donkey.
Behind the present village, at the ancient site of Tel-el-Amarna, the ruins known as the palace of Nefertiti are among the very few remnants of the Akhnaten period. Tablets in cuneiform writing, which contain correspondence between Egypt and Syria, were found here and are now the the Cairo Museum. (To see any sights on the Eastern bank of the river you must cross by ferry which carries cars along with the usual donkey carts and local traffic. The ferry docking station is located at the southern end of the town. You should arrive there at least one-half hour before the 6:00 AM crossing. The ferry does a brisk business and you will need every available second for sight seeing.)
There is nothing left of this glorious city of temples and palaces. The mud brick buildings have long since crumbled and little remains of the immense stone temples but the outlines of their floor plans.
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey old man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
Father Death, don't cry any more Mama's there underneath the floor Brother Death, please mind the store
Old Aunty Death, don't hide your bones Old Uncle Death, I hear your groans O Sister Death, how sweet your moans
O Children Deaths, go breathe your breaths Sobbing breasts'll ease your deaths Pain is gone, tears take the rest
Genius Death, your art is done Lover Death, your body's gone Father Death, I'm coming home
Guru Death, your words are true Teacher Death, I do thank you For inspiring me to sing this blues
Buddha Death, I wake with you Dharma Death, your mind is true Sangha Death, we'll work it through
Suffering is what was born Ignorance made me forlorn Tearful truths I cannot scorn
The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.
And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.
Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.
There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John?" she asked. "You know I love you, darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."
Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John?" she asked. He answered: "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say."
"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you."
"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."
There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
