STATE OF NATURE

Bin in me garden - those 'confuse pillars of nature' - strange utterances and noises of the wide world. It's so close dude and so far, is it here is it there?? Jah in a babylon - they are my love the birds - the doves, the blackbirds the seagulls. Empty my mind Jah and fill it with **** oh so miserable those piteous thoughts! It's all one huge coincidence! But ssshhhh, no-one's noticed, only no-one and no-one cares. no-one cares much more than anyone. It's not to mention - find it - ignore it! If you see Buddha on the road - kill him! Only zazen only zen..............

"Fault-il cultiver son jardin?" READ CANDIDE! Le jardin is in my heart and in my back yard, the jardin I share with Jackie and the kids and the garden of all the people in the world. There are countless tools i use, we all use:- our minds, our language, our feelings, a fork. There are those who choose to posture and pretend, who inherits the earth when all is done? The gardeners or the window dressers?

There lies between crazy optimism and solipsism the HERE and NOW. A gardener scorns books and learning, they see the seasons, the characteristics of plants and animals and the food that feeds their children! Oh sophisticated world, oh my dear sophists, oh you Aristotelians! Where did it go wrong - I can show you - I can show you how to get back to Eden.

Don't mind me, I'm some Peter Sellars character, pick up your pitchfork and show how much you love you, and me!

Z

"The runaway train came down the track" "Wanna get off the train" whined God's passengers, tripped out and too tired to think through all the worst case scenarios.

Down swooped Luke Skywalker, travelling for over 2 billion miles, seeing a groovy blue jewel after millenia of grey rock, nail-hard particles and barren vacuum.

At last Eden, "Eden Project", the only thing alive in this galaxy.

Joni crooned to beautiful people about being made of carbon roughly a billion years old and she promised we would find a way to Eden.

Then came Luke, thirsty for the lives of others and the life of a living universe. "Those guys are grey, man!" Yes man - hear the word of your God! - This is pretty much Eden to me.

Who does it belong to? 'zat yer problem? Needing to mend the fences? Burn the fences! Burn the prisons! But don't burn down Eden, there aint many around.

Cat you cool ruby sax by now born shorn. Playing high tunes on the zither my pagan uncle owned and cleaned assiduously. Trilling and squealing skin flicks lick langorously on my sword too mean to cut her slippery tongue. Yet hot and too tempting!! Did i never admit that sex is god my father and witch my mother? - each sister has a beauty of eyelessness and curls of goblets filled with darting patchouli and sandalwood.

A stitch in blackened space twin tower of cavernous time saves nine - dragon chase dear caesarous caesarii. Tie a knot in the veinous web of ariadnian maze - there is a path a deep path and yet it is aloft but under the lowest point of starlight.

Some karma in the land of blinded lizards woos the sister, who curves her back down to the croupied bowl of the lair of the webbed man, who dies again each day until the dawn rises where it fell before.

Bard oh bard in the starry night of sprinkled diamonds that lie in the hearths of karma's people who keep warm as they glow, hands to flames faces orange lined buying time from sparks that rise to Zion.

Z