Intangible

Intangible

Always it has struck me as so
That time and space are not
Real though they be mindful constructs
Of our imagination as our
Perception is all there is I think
So that when I recall my loves
Lost in the recesses of unreality
Like almost remembered dreams
They exist like mist from the sea
Are no less than robed and sandaled
Genderless people of the past
Walking the streets of Athens and Nara
No less the music of Faure and Satie no less
The Haiku of Dogen and Basho
Not lost in the bulldozing that the contemporary
World does to nature and to humanity
As greed and profit and progress so called
Sweep away the sweet and the sweetbitter
In the quest for material success and
Work that is void of meaning
Like the empty spaces in the ruins
Of the Parthenon the empty space of
Shinto shrines
Time and space are hard illusions
The loves intangible that penetrated us 
Are not 

My Pagan Opinion

My Pagan Opinion

Humans have more to learn in nature
Than nature has to fear in us
There are better ways to get hot
Than tail pipe exhaust and raping the land
There are tribes where there is no war
And individuals relieve tension and fighting
By touch
Touch that gets them warm and hot
Touch that goes to the genitals
Generating warmth that glistens
Bonobo touch in a world of such equality
Such absence of discrimination and exclusivity
Pan would blush with joy and play
His pipes