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by Tara Carreon
[Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby]
It's the end of June and
thunder is rumbling across the sky
There are no disconnections
A shadow flashes over my
body and caresses it everywhere
And the heart sings its song in-between burps and bubbles
I am not ashamed
And I do not hate myself
[A Mexican woman, wearing a
green summer dress, carrying a rifle, looks around nervously, gets shot
and falls down in the dirt]
Don't try to own space
Breath is my own
The thunder a drum roll
Not holding on to anything
Preconceptions are meaningless
Nothing is happening
Clap your hands and dance
Spread legs apart with jaunty step
Unburdened by political correctness
Having enough to share
There's no need to force connections
Identify illusion and spring instantly out of trap
Then tell him right then and there
That you never want to speak to him again
[Be obscene
Be, be obscene
Be obscene, baby]
A million dollars in my
pocket
And nothing but clarity
I don't even know what
breath is
Another clear sky
A wounded table with coffee poured over it dripping down the edges
Free from all thoughts
Half, half, half, half, half
I am a light being with hyper-extended ears
A sphere, an egg
Energy flowing out of the top of my head
Seeing aura for what it is
Pure perception is truth
But don't forget the psychobabble
Sounds move through me
And I learn how to sense
All directiveness is ego
A gun in my heart
Why should the mind move at
all?
Nothing to build on
No throat to choke
That's a relief
It gets aggressive out there
Space has no dimensions
Water washes over me like a
wave
[Put an explosive in a
little girls' tutu
Spread the labia carefully and stuff it deep inside]
Perceiving new things not
old things
Each moment is free from the next
Who am I free from grasping and beginning?
No need to untie knots
Holding on to nothing
Things disappear like mist in a breeze
Now free to laugh and cry
Without bias all irritations disappear
Pure basic being is like empty container
A gentle wind
Time to take the anchors off of things boys
This moment is mine
Sky in orange cream and blue
Mind is the same whether eyes are open or closed
Rest in peace free from commentary
And see reality without filter in-between
There is power in all things
So look and get the transmission
Gather life in a basket
A pink sunset in a silver sky
Life is a celebration
Knowing what's false and what's true
One has total confidence in oneself
The angel does not need her wings
But contacts earth in orgasmic tremble
Convulsive sigh
A lake between her legs
Pure water falling from high
in streams of turquoise light
"Tara, Tara" echoes through the mountains
She is the earth
Splayed out for all beings
But not subjugated
Giving her body
The rocks grow, the water runs, the mountains rise high
And the earth gives happiness to all beings
Veins in her body, skeleton in her bones
Her mind a ganglia of light filled honeycomb
Net of golden jewels and luminescent pearls
All creatures move in their own space
It's never too late for a
pure moment
Remaining without expectation
No need to get tired
Again and again clear awareness arises
Wiping the mirror it instantly becomes clean
Reality does not harm you even when it is in your face
Why settle for ignorance for even one second?
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