Lassitude

How My Buddha Nature Improved My Life

Crawdad Nelson
One Must Open

My Buddha nature showed me how to disconnect

the wires, thus clearing the collective mind,

easing all predatory logic,

replacing it with witty lavatory slogans.

The bulletin from within declares:

Buddha nature resides democratically

within all uniforms, public and private.

Spontaneous behavior penetrates

business lassitude!

Time is a capitalistic plot!

Each individual hippie is a self-declared

particle of joy standing in a wave of misery!

One must open the dumpster of gratitude,

find out what it gives,

discover one's animal body among abandoned belongings,

consider the treasures left behind,

yours for the taking-take them!

Freedom is massive!

Illustrious hippie chicks mingle

on a field of angels

All holiness! Army from within!

Freedom from superimposed restraint!

Freedom to squander the afternoon

regardless of profit or loss!

Animated by innermost inklings!

Freedom from all the endless guns and money!

Stop! Freedom!

Freedom unmitigated, freedom unlisted,

Freedom easy as pie! Berries, dough: Freedom!

My Buddha nature endorses all these freedoms

and freedoms yet unknown.

My Buddha nature sat up all night in a trailer

smoking natural cigarettes and watching

Charles Bronson movies with his arm

around a country girl

who sang sweet sad music

attempting to locate her own Buddha nature.

She found it on the coffee table-

A bowl of plums

gave her a sudden feral expression,

our two natures together formed a Buddha Tornado

which destroyed the room,

a funnel of harmony

and satisfaction,

slamming aluminum doors

in hopeless ecstatic

inquisition, searching,

inspired contemplation of the indescribable!

Delighted recognition of the delicate!

Flower hidden in the ferns,

oranges and lemons tumbling-honey, bananas,

a cyclonic disturbance of peeled peaches,

juiced berries, uneaten seeds.

We took over the world

in the name of wild animal buddhistic nature

everywhere, in the name of unimaginable happiness,

our Buddha natures became a glorious twister

a little after 4 a.m.- we held

all known territory!

Wild barometric expeditions!

Taking aggressive liberties!

We spun the trailer off its blocks, we flew

over peaceful surroundings in a 24 foot

aluminum waterspout of joy,

a levitating domicile, freedom from gravity,

an evening of sublime cellular intentions,

oh, the sincere expressions!

Exchanging position for position,

still airborne when the spotlights

forced us down and we were taken away,

bound and identified

in separate cars.

Published by Crawdad Nelson

I'm a student, journalist, naturalist and forager. I've worked in a variety of occupations, from greenchain puller to small magazine editor, sometimes more than one at a time.  View profile

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  • George Pennbrook8/26/2009

    It's all well and good that you count yourself to be a naturalist who cares about the planet; it is just unfortunate that your 'Buddha Nature' falls so terribly short at times in regards to compassion for human beings. If you removed your predatory logic, then why do you attack the dead with such bile the day they die?

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