Skeleton Days

It's an oil riggin' doggone deal, ya know sometimes I just feel like a jackass dandy, doin' the things I do in my life jus' to get by...

Heat has arrived an' people are scratchin' around in the sun, there should be no complaints about the weather this time although there will be, some folks lookin' hot, some lookin' flustered, wobbling along with hands holding ice creams, big ones.

Skeleton life

skeleton hands, figure it out
skeleton fingers beneath this flesh
skeleton faces, skeleton heads
an' all the junk that covers them
skeleton teeth havin' a skeleton chat
chewin' the fat about this an' that
lookin' at the reelin' sun
bangin' on an infinity drum


Me, sometimes it feels my life is nada. No children to pass on my skeleton juice an' skeleton blood to, an' any life trails of these crazy kinda thoughts that I have. Nah man, for me there ain't no genetix, jus' the everyday tramp an' sludge thru' the mud of tryin' to stay on the straight an' narrow.

I do the rise belly, fall belly whenever I can. Mornings are better, mornings are bliss even; when the joss smoke swirls up in the bright mornin' sunlight an' the body is rested from the fresh tomb of sleep. Later in the day can be tougher. If you are workin' in the day then the early evenin' hours mean that Knots of tension can appear in the muscles an' flesh, serious knots of tension, fizzin' in the blood, hard to break down. There can be hot streaks an' tightening patches running along my neck an' back, meditating on them can kinda bring water to my eyes unless I give them the space they need an' that means I have to pay full attention.

All this flesh bumble junk upon skeleton! Sometimes meditatin' can suprise me, sometimes later in the day it is better than earlier on. The body can be lighter than what it is usually is an' I can go quickly to the attention spheres on the rise belly fall belly, when there is that and I & I is one I end up smilin'.

I jus' meditate every day. Sometimes it ain't great but that don't mattter. Good an' bad all the same to me. What is bad is good and what is good is bad so don't ever waste your time on short term perceptions of what is and what is not 'coz we are all on a rollin' river of unknowin' when it comes to that.

Ya jus' sit with ya rise belly, fall belly, an' ya tune into the Empty Incredible if ya can. Train in the distance, the birdsongs, the dustman on the path below the window, an' me in the Sit Place - all one.

The thoughts that rise up from outta the invisible mind lines of the Empty Incredible can then be properly meditated upon. All is jus' unbelievable when things go like that, who would have thought life turns out to be this strange? Jus' remember to embrace the other side jus' as openly, the side that crumbles 'coz you are so bound down with thoughts an' feelings, crumbles so that is is as much as you can do to drag yourself to the Sit Place, an' it feels like ya body jus' can't take it.

there is no good an' there is no bad
ya meditation just is
ain't nuthin' special to it, so jus' do it
days of ease, days of struggle - so what?

There is pain after the fantasy bursts of thinkin' you have broken through to the plateau of no worries ever again anymore. There ain't no breaking through in meditation for a ghost like me, jus' amplification. Ya jus' do it, make it a part of your life. Feel the incredible sensation of air blowin' in through ya nose breakin' into ya system second afer second; minute, minute on and on. Drawn down into ya body an' then punched back out again, it's a pow an' wow shout into the void of eternal.

Observe those whirlin' thoughts when ya first sit down, an' watch them slow. Space appears and in that space meditate your emotions, meditate your fears, meditate the embarrasment, meditate those thoughts of failure of what you have done with your life, meditate those thoughts of pride, meditate on an' on. Meditate until they have all been eaten an' then ya rise incredible. Full of the energy o' da good stuff that no one can explain.

Skeleton load bearer beneath the sun, stretchin' your arms, your muscles an' sinews, looking back down on infinity avenue...