Machiavellian Trash

~ no cops. no assholes. no interlopers. no  creeping ease back into calm after the same.  no garbage nor the smell of garbage  no breathless birds or the hypnotized eyes of  tree creatures defeated in the grass. modest trees.  no argument between them and the benevolent sky. no way?  yes way. this was about to happen all along until  the chance of kinder fortunes folded beneath it- self and serenity got  earned, somehow  purchased from a store  now, activates that critical response that shamelessly begs for activation,  ventral- and dorsal- to the spaces between  blood & oxygen. listen, the cars, the hungry  deserving people ready to lay  down, the incomparable replenishment of relent.  you can't keep it but it seems like  it should be everywhere.  there's an opposite to what true craziness is  especially when you learn what  true craziness is.  if I differ from the easy, standard def...

the Dharma is...  ~  more than 2000 yrs. of yesterdays  ago  a son of nameless immigrants, a native  of Asia, weighed the likelihoods of grief & adversity  to those of grace & good fortune, and with  godlike perspective and feral strength  he gave a title to that circumstance  and that title was  the Dharma.  the stubbornness of death through energy  the fugitive, benevolent yearning for balance  and altruism -- all the marks and requirements  of & for our fragile victories  until there are none to be counted: the  name of something present but unnamable.  the Dharma exercises itself without permission  or encouragement or really any deeper logic  than the obvious & necessary  role of entropy disintegrating what  cannot be held... if she is welcoming as  a female, indeed, she is confident  as a man likely to implore a million questions  with insuppressi...