Humming bird meditations

[Ronnie Roach]

Written Aug.19th
1996.
1.
©Scientific Morality.

Hummingbird Meditation.
By Stephen Jay Morris.

Meditation one.

Your arrival in Oregon. Coinciding with the blooming of the Red
Flowered Currants.
Spring magic.
Perform a circular courtship flight.
Rising high in the air.
Above the perched female.
Do the dance of seduction.
When you win her confidence...
The courtship flight will cease.

Meditation two.

A bird song, ancient may it be.
Remains beautiful.
It resounds.
In the wood lands.
On the forest edge.
In the shadows of the chaparrals.
In the light of the mountain meadows.
Heard by all.

Meditation three.

Take line 2001.
Northbound to paradise.
Take line 33154.
Southbound to Heaven.
Either direction, you are there .

Final Meditation.

Oil stains on the spiritual path.
A sad reminder of the past.
In my solar powered flying saucer.
I fly over obsolete highways.
I fly over abandoned gas stations.
I fly over dry docked oil tankers.
This is haphazard obsolesce.
Disastrous dogma is double parked.

2.
Tow it away.
Manifestos, Charters, Constitutions, and contracts.
Throw it away.
Freedom is free.
If it is not.
Then it’s not freedom.
It’s conditional freedom.
The Humming Bird has unconditional freedom.
I aspire to that freedom.
Hummingbirds need not faith...she just lives.
Live like her.
Try to catch the Humming Bird.
Try to catch me.
All is voluntary.
Voluntary teamwork on earth’s surface.
Maverick chooses solitude.
I choose life.
Consent to whip.
Consent to be whipped
It’s all about consensus.
Unconditional freedom !
Freedom not just for one sector.
Freedom for not just for one selfish concern.
Freedom for the totality of the universe.
The rules for freedom, never have to be spoken.
It’s innate and laconic.
Unconditional freedom !
Humming Bird.
Sweetest song, I ever heard.
Do not disturb.
Humming bird.
Is theee word.
Buzzing around.
Humming Bird.
Nectar feeder.
Meet me in Montana.
Serenade me in Utopia.
Make this fantasy...reality.
Hummmm
Hummmm
Yummmm.
Humming bird hum.

Written May 23rd,
1994.
3.
©Scientific Morality.
Pisces swim.
Aries burn.
By Stephen Jay Morris.

When Kurt Cobain, blew out his brains.
There was a pause in the Seattle rains..
No time for a warning.
No time for your mourning.
Your bereavement,
will be the adversaries achievement.
Just keep on walking to your destination.
The power brokers feel imperious to the defiant.
One fine day, the dependent will be self-reliant.
They will be killed by their own guns.
Their own pollution will ruin their lungs.
Old revolutionaries do have grandsons.
A once of love, will become tons.
I saw a Tyrant with a fly swatter...
in a dark room.
The Fly buzzed,
Evading a gruesome end.
Silence would have been the flies best friend.
The Tyrant had determination.
The fly had no sense.
This went on and on.
That’s the dynamics of war.
I take no sides.
The ruling class are like Tyrants ...
chasing flies in the darkness.
They distinguish between...
audio phantoms....
or a real threat.
Plebeians are like flies...
attracted to game show shit.
It can be anyone, or anybody.
Again, I take no sides.
My heart and brain,
are at war with each other.
My heart wants love and compassion,
My brain wants logic resolution.
I should take a side.
When the river overflowed....
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