Selections From
The Burial Grounds of the Cat Nation

(portrait of a Young Man Trying to Eat the Sun)

I.

A wreath of angels around the eye to OM
opens to no light
              no light and the eye opens
              to a quiet place of clouds
sun moon mountains water wind
              the quiet place is no thought
              the quiet place is a wreath of
angels around the eye to AUM opens to ecstasy

i live in the world noise
  behind all the world noise is the quiet place
  when i look for the quiet place
  i sometimes find a pale horse
  and ride to the clouds
sun moon mountains water wind
  the pale horse disappears
  when i am there
  i look for the dry atmosphere
  and the world ocean

  (AM I THERE)

i open the searchlights

  (AM I THERE)

when i open the searchlights do i
bring the quiet place here

in the quiet place
  roars the ocean water
  the ocean is silent
  a child calling is answered
  with laughter is absolute silence
in the quiet place
  are clouds moving
  the sound of the sun
  the sound of the moon
  is absolute silence
in the quiet place
  are clouds moving
  on the mountains
  is the roar of waterfalls
  is the snap of a snow covered branch breaking
  the explosion of the mountain not moving
  is absolute silence
in the quiet place
  is the wind whistling
  the wind picking me up
  is absolute silence
i stop here/not knowing where i can not go - YET
but go into Now
           HERE I AM

the quiet place is a doorway
  that opens to nothing
  the return is thought
  to stop is HERE I AM
the quiet place is a doorway
  that opens to no time
  all directions in no time
are like motions of light

[. . . ]

4.

when leaving the body
  one goes to the
  Lotus of a Thousand Petals
  getting there one must cross
  his own mountains
  everyone gets there
  EVENTUALLY
  one leaves the body

one may leave the body by leaving
  the body he writes 'EXIT' on his toe
  he writes 'EXIT' on his navel
  i leave by the crown of thorns
  (this is the aperture of Brahma)
  this is the Brahmarandhra
  this is the way of the Tibetan monk
  leaving the body
before
  i tried to leave my body
  by breaking down the walls
for seven years
  i tried to leave my body
  by breaking down the walls
when i found the door
  i stuck one foot Out
    YAAAAAAAAAHH

WHAT IS THIS
  NOISE NOISE NOISE
  thousands of birds singing
  thousands of teakettles ringing
  thousands of radio signals JAMMED on one channel
NOW i know where the door is
  i struggle with my fear
  each day i throw a spoonful
  out the window
when leaving the body
  one dies
but how many kinds of death are there?

when leaving the body
  one does not look back
when leaving the body
  one goes to the
  Lotus of a Thousand Petals
  getting there one must cross
  his own mountains
  Everyone gets there
  EVENTUALLY

5.

(this is the time of the great light)
  if there is a dark time
  i will hide the body
  in a world place
if waves of darkness sweep the beaches
of the world place seeking to carry
  THE LIGHT away like sand
  i will carry the light
  to the Quiet Place
(this is the time of the great light)

THE LIGHT
  is beyond inquisition
INVISIBLE
it illuminates the would be executioner
THE LIGHT moves
  like the wind
  moves clouds sun moon mountains water
  moves like birds to an internal island
  that is found with the eye
one can reach the island by going there
(this is the time of the great light)
the great light carries everything
one finds the great light in dreams
  if one carries the great light
  from the deep sleep
  into the waking dream
one becomes a man
  no one sees men
  men are hidden by lies

the great men enter the dreams
  of others
  with the great light
  others become great men
the great men move on like
  the wind moves
  clouds sun moon mountains water

(this is the time of the great light)

  the great light is everywhere
        one finds the great light
        by opening the eye
one opens the eye with love

Selections From
FRONTIERS (Blind Mans View From The Observation Tower)

3.

(sometimes)
he rides the winter pony
leaves
           no trail on
the snow
it almost seems
                        as if
no one knows
he's been over it
the snow
no wind
blew away his trail

these -
phantom pony
phantom rider
go through the snow
falling softly

Most people say
"We've lost our shadow
it hasn't gone this way."

Most people
looking for shadows
and trails on a moonless night
if
someone closes his eyes to rest
AH, theres the trail!

how does he tell the others?

[. . .]

8.

the white ponies sound
as he stands on white clouds
and her face of 3 suns
enters my emptyness of mind
together we breathe
the sun and moon
when i kiss her
the coldness is warm
and its good to be home
If even
            for only
this moment our lips-

so much touching

if we use your rules
it would be fear that
brings us to
this sudden emptyness
we create
would be as frightening
to you
as your drama should be
to us

today it seems
you'd call it
the queen of spades
it is
your death you've
driven us to creating
no turning back
the wind in the trees

the trees still exist
when we kiss
this sudden detachment
could be
             broken into
                               words
but sounds
are not old enough
                               and die
and death
is not old enough
and under the trees
the traditions we follow
make the gods look young

9.

what is clear white
        are these tears
falling inside
        illuminating
the interior
burning
burns white
         blue
         gold tears eyes
in the soft passageways
of my mind
& I cry clear white
at the sight of
my own fears
i am afraid of this,
         motion

i feel the trembling
as my identity approaches
& i grab my pen
to write - raining
               somewhere
               the rain like
my pacing about the room
i take a long walk in
the wind     rain

how many years running
without moving?
i am afraid of this,
               opening -

the blue sky - our blue kitchen
fades....
& i always know -

(sometimes)
when riding the winter pony
one
leaves
a trail of bells
softly ringing
deep in the mind
& if one listens
perhaps this sound
will guide
    the young rider through the
falling
snow

LITANY OF THE GREEN LION

a ready-made litany - fill in the blank spaces with the name
of yr particular deity, yr own name or leave blank.
Memorize & recite at the moment before falling asleep,
the moment before orgasm, etc.

:the mist of the sacred lake is hidden in the mind.
the steam of the sacred lake is like the hot breath
of a backed-up sewer when seen by the lion unconscious
of his forms.

Hail, _____ the lion of the penetrating eye
the lion of the thunder-ear
& the lion whose eye opens minds like the Eye of _____ .

Hail, _____ his form is the lion without forms, the
lion who moves thru the fires like a shoplifter in a
dimestore.

Hail, _____ in the form of a lion, the lion who does
not hear the song of the street angels.

Hail, the laser of _____ & his lions who rape the
sky like eagles & pass thru the diaphragm of the sun.

Hail, the lion of the winter room, the freezer of the
underworld, the lion of the skull-ear & the lion who
walks with the four rivers flowing / after-death Hail,
the lion who hears without hearing the sound of the
four rivers.

on rue Nada, the children of _____ hammer ikons with
photon flowers while the wind is loose & the windows
overlook the eon-sea.

Hail, _____ the lion with second sight, the lion who
stands in the doorway of tomorrow, the lion of precog-
nition who see s nothing.

Hail, the lion who reads Double Bubble fortunes & new-
spaper horoscopes with discrimination.

Hail, _____ the lion of the mirror room
the lion of the mat-ear
& the lion who watches from his lare on the rim of the
eon-sea.

Hail, _____ the lion with the wind body, the lion who
moves freely & the lion of the inner-ear.

:in the burial grounds, the crematorium of the meat-
carriers/the wind signs whisper, "drop yr bodies here,
move there, move here, etc" and those with the inner-
ear travel thru the flaming trees. PROTECTED.the lion
who stares in the black doorways of the crematorium:

Hail, _____ the lion who travels on Spansule Ave. His
form is that of the INSTANT prophet.

Hail, the lion of the heart-boat, the lion of the ash-ear
& the lion who burns with the star-ring of the heart on
the rim of the eon-sea.

Hail, the lion who burns at the crossing, his form is that
of the reborn.

Hail, the lion who is conscious of his forms, his form is
that of the liberated.

Hail, the lion who does not cross the rivers, his form is
that of the children of _____ ; his form is that of the
watcher, the bodhisattva, the lion who travels the time-
less void in the boat of compassion.

:the stars illuminate a micro-hunt in the sky tomb &
listen with the low-ear/the wind is loose over the four
rivers:

Hail, _____ the lion of the lotus, his form is that of
the horseman, the soldier whose sword cuts the eon-sea/.

Hail, the lion approaching the lotus, his form is that of
the student waiting, the soldier training, his form is
that of the sun waking.

Hail, _____ the lion of the lotus, the lion who watches
himself in the form of the lotus, his form is that of
the expectant abortion with a saber of light.

Hall, _____ the lion of the brain chandelier, his form
is that of the rainbow that divides the sky with laughter,
his form is that of the man with a knife who cuts thru
illusions & rides the Boat of the Brain-waves.

Hall, _____ the lion who sits at the foot of knowledge,
the lion who sings to the street angels, & the lion whose
sound carries him over the four rivers.

Hail, _____ the lion who sits at the foot of knowledge,
his form is that of the scribe of _____ his FORMS
liberate the wise & strangle the ignorant. Hail, the lion
who uses words in the form of the sun, his inscriptions
blind the ignorant & set free the wise from the torture
chambers of the underworld, Hall the lion whose songs are
sung in the mind & whose abstractions are penetrated.

HAIL, _____ the lion who walks the steps of the skull &
disperses himself in a shower of light, his form is that
of the liberated.

Hail, _____ the lion who walks the steps of the skull &
pierces the suns & moons of the skull, his form is that
of the liberated.

Hail, _____ the lion who walks the steps of the skull, his
form is that of the child returning

Hail, _____ the lion who changes his form at will, his
form is that of the lion with the power of the sun.

Hail, _____ the lion who changes his form at will, his
form is that of the liberated.

Hail, _____ the green lion, his form is that of the
nauseated poet

Hail, _____ the poet removing psychic band-aids from his
Eye, his form is that of the green Iion.

Hail the green lion who sits quietly, his form is that of
the poet-balloon filled with helium.

Hail the poet who walks up his words, his form is that
of the green lion blinking in bewilderment, his form is
that of the blind-man who sees

Hail, in the form of the green lion, his mind is
like that of the madman who is immune to externally
induced shock-therapy, he walks the streets of the every-
day world curiously watching.

:the lion who lies on his back like an overturned scarab
shouting, "turn me over" his form is that of a buddha
looking for his reflection on the back of a mirror:

Hail, _____ the lion who turns himself off, his form is
that of the eternal pall bearer for the living, his form
is that of the overturned scarab screaming, "step on me."

Hail, _____ the lion who turns himself on, his form is
that of the teacher throwing matches over his shoulder
as he moves toward the light.

Hail, _____ the green lion who turns himself on, his
form is that of the poet who sets himself on fire, in an
attempt to bring light into the underworld.

Hail, _____ the lion who turns himself on, his form is
that of the tomorrow children.

                                        the three blessings; Amen,
                                        Mangalam & Sun-Grope