Give up and Go on

In the church of the lonely monkey
The monkey lays on the pulpit
with his head dangling over in such
a way that he can see the whole church
upside down.

He waits for a thousand life times like this
and still the church is empty

He ponders if he should give up or go on.
The statue of the buddha suggests
Perhaps you can do both
Give up and Go on.

How long before she finds me

I have left a trail of crums into the woods
How long before they are followed

So much to say

There is so much to say
I will have to be silent to get it all said.

The Gospel

Most people if they were to understand the gospel according to me

Would not think it good news.

But the fact that there is any hope at all is the good news.

As we move forward towards the tomorrow beyond the peak of oil.

The delusions become fueled by want and fear make ready the soil for blood

Another wave a of devastations waits the resolutions as we

We prepare by neglect to pound ourselves into a new stone age with

The gifts of science.

The reader may wonder what is the gospel

The Gospel is that it does not have to be this way.

That we can with courage, compassion, truth and action find a better way.

That fact that I like a worm I retreat from the bright light of truth

May explain my depression.

Salamder Sushi

Is there a cure for this existential funk?
asked the obese orangutan
Solzhenitsyn's salamander sushi
is a sure cure.
you will see the world more clearly through
the ancient ice lens
but you will not like it.

Church History

Studying church history looking for God
like digging for fossils to for looking for life
Just as fossils tells how life came to be as it is but
the stones we find do not convay richness of being alive

Carp

In the warm water beneath the dam

a carp slathers he way through the openings

between the reeds rooting for nuggets

of yum the slimy layer of scum

pretending not to notice

that a thousand miles away

I the center of the universe

am pouting

Buddha

Craving striving eating whining

A week spent clinging

to the hope for meaning

Slowing calming releasing

renewing the unfolding of the eight

we will see if affects the weight

Great Whatever

I come as you need me

when you try to hold and define

you will grip less than air

But if you rest in this moment

and release your expectations

I will come and untangle the knots

of your soul

I am fond of lonely monkeys

If you become still in faith

I will pluck the lice from your insides

In the distance

Are they whimpers or are they screams

I sense another lonely monkey

From a the god like Harry Harlow

experiments of neglect

the screams like gas bubble

trapped in the swamp struggle against

the mud to be released

When the whimpers break free

through vent of vulnerability

Will they be heard and acknowledge

or will others recoil run away

We may never know

but the sensing of another lightens this monkey's load

Howler Monkey and Me

On his limb he disturbs the night with his bellows

And from this blog I do shake the limbs and hoot

relieved though public I am alone

and around the the world the hoots at the speed of light

yet no one is disturbed.

Though lonely am not alone

Thousand lonely monkeys are howling from the their keyboards

PJ

Perceiving, confronting, exhorting, retorting

contending, rending

The courage and clarity and speed of retort

PJ often speaks with staccato slaps

He tolerates no evil with himself

and seems surprised to find others

submerged in their self interest

he shreds their lame excuses like a terrier with a rat

with him I feel sluggish and slimy

reclining in my sty of self pity and doubt

seeking refuge from living

asleep on the sideline instead running the court

Dear GW please help me be more like PJ.

To the Great Whatever

Swirling twirling around and around

Dervish or devilish the thoughts abound

Full of wonder and Prone to blunder

he stumbles into the bright night

Scheming, dreaming and screaming

and gurgling with fright and delight.

The lonely monkey stands smiling and crying

A little afraid of not living and afraid not dying

"Won’t some one groom me"

the lonely monkey cries out to the Great Whatever

with and ancient tongue he does not understand.

This is the first prayer of the lonely monkey