I Was Stalked By A Universe

A poem which is a koan

Well, there I went, lost in a tent, just seeing Heaven around me with scent.

A Universe is following me! That’s a basically odd thought, a really weird concept for two.

Normally - Normally, that is - things don’t go fizz. Humans do the following. They follow, like dogs, everywhere - Yet never get anywhere…

But I think a Universe is following me! Oh boy, oh my boy, that’s a strange we!

What did I see to make one follow ME? Oh gosh in the wash, whoever had dreamt, or then tried to see, a transparent Sexual Being, caught in the seeing, caught by an act that’s teeming, in the space between Moments, in the gaps unsuspected in Time, the secret you know: How to freeze and then you go -

It doesn’t make sense, but that’s OK - Some things are loosely defined as Experiential, much much more than Evidential.

Oh, and, of course, I have to say it! A knowledge like this does have Potential.

Zen Masters used koans, that didn’t make sense, to invade you with Nothingness, Original Face,

And now I know it’s actually Real, Real as in Physics, Cosmology, too, a way to stop time you already have, to feel this Existence as pure limitless Sex, (oh boy, that’s a Zoo!) An Orgasmic State containing all little You.

I fail to be unhappy. I’m laughing, it’s true. The more I stop, the more I do!

Oh, boy, that’s mysterious! I’m messing with you, just writing nonsense, all present tense, writing a koan that’s better than Rumi,

But Bodhidharma continues the suction that pervades all my gumption.

(Thank you, O Scowling One! You’re the best ever yet -)

But what about Dogen in the 13th Century? He said time does not move, 700 years before Albert E., speaking and writing with ink in Japan, directly perceiving the Emptiness, the Beyondness in You, the Space of all Buddhas and Cherry Trees, too.

Get out of it, babe! Let’s leave it all … new. Nowhere to go and nothing to do.

The Universe would like to have a word with you, Dude! Get over it now! Don’t be such a prude.

Get over it by summer. Then hop over it by fall. Learn to see how Time is Quantized, which means, Discontinuous. One moment it’s Universe, all appearances and true, but, in between, it’s Emptiness, it’s Nothingness, the Vastness of all Buddhas.

Now you know a secret so powerful that empires of unhappiness just crumble.

The space that powers Universes, that Gautam Buddha called the Nothingness, the thing which existed before the Big Bang, is in each Moment, really right now. It’s what Hindus call Vishnu, the force maintaining the Universe, and how about that for spirits meets physics?

Old things seen as religion have science within ‘em.

The Magic that removes the tragic, the Limitless In-It-Ness, Experientialness, the Giant Sexy-Full Blue

There’s so much that’s Hidden, but not really, too. You have to make effort to grow your brain and body into hidden places -

And then you can see it. An end to all misery, death and the rue, shining and dining, Just laughing with you.

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Bodhidharma took the secrets of Gautam Buddha to China around 500 CE. The Buddha’s word for his method, which is actually more inclusive than our interpretation of “meditation,” was dhyan. In China, it became ch’an. When it reached Japan, it became zen.

Dōgen, my favorite Zen Master, lived in Japan in the last half of the 1200’s. The Sōtō School of Zen is named after him.