the right prophet is inside us, read

my friend Gamze is translating into Turkish a poem i wrote called Finding God,

they say prophets lead us to god
but what are the chances?
of finding the right man
when your couchsurfer gets lost
on the way home
and you are
down on the streets
of Istanbul
calling out for an Arabic man
called Mohammad

She asked a question that goes to the heart of the poem, “Are the right man, the couchsurfer and the man who is lost are the same person or not. How many chances are there to be the same man?”

I wrote back that the chance of finding the right prophet outside ourselves is nil – a lot of people say they know the truth, but if they say this they are actual more deluded than most of us. For actual, the right prophet is inside us – the poem was always about the idea that people who believe in an external god also tend to look for prophets outside themselves, which is on par with trying to find love outside ourselves – a constant stabbing in the dark that’s bound to end in tears.

We all have buddha nature, and it’s our duty to access that nature and live from that space, and the dark we have to go through to get there is not so stabby. Couchsurfing is a good start – i learned more about the Koran from Mohammad in a few days than i’ve learnt about the Bible in 30-odd years, starting with the first word, “Read.”

The word is not God – the word is Read.

godspeed brave soul

primordial soup,
the first order
out of which we sprung
confused
and back to which we grow
englightened
by traversing
the prime ordeal

[…] different

birthing a child is
not quite the same
as dropping the kids off at the pool,
yet women get
to understand
both:
unfair!,
when both involve
appreciation
of breath
and how it relaxes
alllllll the passages,
and squatting helps
with both
also

way i see it:

if i can hitch up my skirt
and squat delicately
on the throne
with all my 75kg
of calloused feet and
wait patiently,
breathing and squeezing
only
when i sense my bowels
(with my bowels)
are ready to contract,

then i’m well on the path
to understanding
both
dropping the kids off at the pool
*and*
how to pop out a kid,

though they be
not quite the same
same, but […]

3-4-3 haiku

… ing #1
blame away
see how that lea
ves you feel …

or own your
expect#ation
feels good, no?

… ing #2
grumpiness
in the morn#ing
un#becom …

1.
unaware
in the bright morn
not pretty

2.
suck it up
princess – blaming
is for chumps

3.
you’re right – bla
ming is irre-
spons#able

pa#renting

i [used to] put myself down
for a nap (
Billy was there,
curled at my feet)
and a dream en#sued:

use#less converse
ation
in some drive
way some where,
interr-upted
thank fully
by Massive manifesting
on his feet

some kid trying to[o hard]
pedal
so i stood
and raised my
voice some what:

“Hey, get off my fucking bike
you gimp.”

you were there then,
giggling by my side,
and a waking en#sued:
had i said that allowed?,
in bed

so in the dream i raised
one eye,
and in the bed i raised
one eye,
chuckling by your side

that was enough for me:
a power nap
for a power couple;
such dreams cant not
be powmed;
such dreamboats cant not
be sailed

now i put myself down for naps,
and you are there
giggling by my side,
our dreams ensuing