In the Trenches

Nice G.I.'s



Imagine being in World War 1. Maybe you were there? Cold, hungary, dead Friends, absent loved ones, & scarry as fuck others with automatic weapons & bullets are flying past your face.

Read The Development of a Jihadist's Mind

This is life. But not all of it. There is also stark naked anadorned Love holding all of us in this & every moment no matter how far away She feels. & that Love is a Secret.

But right now, I'm in the fucking, goddamn trenches & bullets are flying. Feels that way anyhow. I'm not going to sugar-coat it with plattitudes of positive thinking & idealism. Die in every moment. Die to ideas. Die to hope. What's left? That my friend is the Great Cosmic Joke. But, it is also paradoxically tantrically integrated to the Real Everyday Human Hero. That my friend, is none other than You.

Now,
who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Artwork by Scott Snibbe

Heaven is a body,
Energy unfurling.
I am a circle.
I can't stop breathing.
Mysterious other I can never know,
Dark & separate,
She beacons.
Illusions all about me,
Filling the circuits.
Only.
Only.