Call It Me

"Tonight... I feel like, more..." 

Like a sponge, ready to absorb
To saturate each of my senses 
With life, with love
To share, to give and to receive
    To overflow
To swim, to weep, to bleed
To sweat, to drown
    And to freeze
To know it all 
Is this greed?
Is this life?
Is this a contradiction?
The many faces of God
To not know everything, but to feel it
This is what it means to be alive
To love, to express, to absorb

Taste this passion, taste this greed
Call it what you want
    But call it me
I wont stop this love, this need
To live, to love, to see
    To dream
To see the moon and the stars
To stare into the sun
Though it burns my eyes
But lets me feel what it feels to burn
To taste the air and take it with me
To feel the water
And know what it means to swim
And to drown
This passion, please let it never escape me
Hold true
Live, love, bleed, cry, and sing too
Shift your eyes out of focus
To see through
Bless me, torture me, bleed me
I will ingest it all
"I wont stop following you"
Not what it means to know
But what it means to feel
To overflow

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Kiss The Strange

I saw this annoying bird
Stare at me again this morn
He looked right into my eyes
    And told me again
    What life will soon begin

I remembered the time they screamed aloud
Hundreds like him, circling around
They were there for me
So no way could I ignore
And I watched them in awe
Questioning what could be the cause
Only now I realize, they opened a door

So I saw this bird this morn
I questioned again what gifts he held for me
Change, beautiful change
Coming

Black as night, immovable eyes
Indifferent to my questioning why
This bird flies with nothing to fear
No predators, no enemies, no pleas to hear
Symbols of the universe, of constant change
Blessed to those who embrace it
To kiss the strange

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn

Are your lessons done?


"How the hell did we get here? ..That's what I thought, this is all just an accident."

"I couldn't take the odor in there. We all smell like our parents. We smell like death."

"11 grand, that's my monthly nut, mortgage, private school, cars, insurance, vacation, entertainment, help. I'm covering my nut, but the prospect of covering it for the next 10 years does not inspire me to get out of bed in the morning. We are standing on a huge mountain of crap that used to be our future. [reply] Its best not to look down. [reply] Sink slowly up to the eyeballs, blink once, and call it a life."

"I was flirting to amuse myself." [reply] "Well I don't find it amusing." [reply] "Maybe you should flirt then." [reply] "Why, so you can score some extra points when everyone sees how confident you are because your wife's flirting is harmless, unlike yours? Nice try!"

"I am so fucking sick of getting a lump in my throat from listening to 25 year old music. Let's make some new music. [reply] "What was it like, the hospital, you never told me?" [reply] "Very quiet, like those buddhist monasteries you used to read about. Or maybe it was the tranquilizers, I could never really tell. Who knows, you might enjoy it there..."

"Its not about things, I'm trying to explore my own [mind] and you can only do that through experience. Experience is completely pre-packaged for us, everything ever known, from Richtenstein to Muddy Waters to the tombs of the Pharoahs, is instantly accessible online. Isn't that the glory of the information age? We've become information hunters and gatherers, and we keep gorging ourselves until we collapse under the weight of our own heads."

"It's ironic, isn't it, that men are the ones with no certainty left?  Women, on the other hand, are so deluded by the canons of pop sociology, it's like scripture for them, prescribing the path to the perfect life, how it all should be, its absolute rubbish."

"He deeply understands the Buddha's observation that all is suffering. He's a man, like us, drinks enormous amounts of saki, pain goes away, for a while. We are all trying to make paradise, why? What is it about this human life that is so unbearable that we try anything to make it better, including saki? Of course we must give it up. Without giving up, paradise is always something separate from us. But it takes great effort to keep that in mind, so, you must try harder."

Jeff: "You're a dirty old monk." 
Kozen: "This dress only hides the hard-on, it doesn't make it go away. Since Adam, man has tried everything to answer the woman problem, veiling them from head to foot, celibacy, rushing off to war, yet some problems have no solutions, they just point to the basic problem."
Jeff: "God, I hate this zen shit"
Kozen: "Me too."
Jeff: "My whole life I spent chasing women.. I should have been chasing God."
Kozen: "An equally fruitless task. He's not out there playing hide and seek.  We have to experience for ourselves the true nature of things, and for guys like us, it's a hell of a search."

Marty: "We were never free, were we?" 
Jeff: "Not for two seconds"
Marty: "We are so fucked up we can't even delude ourselves anymore.."
Kozen: "I too was looking forward to paradise, nice dry spot for rainy season. Now I have to go back to the monastery, bad food, cold.."
Jeff: "Sounds delightful.."
Kozen: "Sometimes it is delightful."
Jeff: "Cut the crap Kozen, how exactly is it delightful?"
Kozen: "Sitting in the meditation hall, for a second or two, the veil lifts, this unexpected sweetness of no coming and no going, and all this dissolves into a single activity of the cosmos, beyond hope, beyond despair, and for an instant, we're not separate from this activity of the cosmos, we manifest our true nature. Everything else is just an idea that doesn't work. Does it, friends?  You should come with me."

"There is no 'way.' Don't make the monastery into another dream of paradise. Its just a nice place. But your own true nature, your buddha nature, is inside you. Whether you realize it or not. How you realize it is up to you. Thank you both for my ticket. I am excited to fly first class.  If I see either of you on the plane, it will be nice. If not, I do not like goodbyes, so I will simply say, have splendid lives."

"No woman's gonna save me. And no tower to the sky is gonna save you. It's time to act like men for Christ's sake."

Afera

Sunken words leave me lying here
Leave me alone, alone with fear
Energy slips in and out like the ocean's tide
I lose faith, I lose heart
I dream, love, dance, and smile
And nothing compares
A kiss from heaven gives me hope
The softest lips, the sweetest caress
. . . I dream again
You, this perfect symbol of my greed
Tease me, unknowingly
. . . I dive again
So this is what they call life
But I call it by another name
Summer is gone, and still I smile
This cool air calms my heart
I stop racing, stop striving, stop the greed
Now I call you by name
But still, I can't read your eyes
It's always the flower that causes my sneeze
My heart stops for a moment
And again I become my need

ⓒ 2000 Shawn Michael Quinn