THE MIND WOULD KNOW
The FISHERMAN c 2002 Joel E. Timmins
"THE MIND WOULD KNOW"
Thirstily the mind seeks knowledge of It's Self;
The heart, understanding. In silent darkness waiting,
Some glimpse of Truth awakening...some dimension,
To orient to center, so to reveal to me, my heart's intention.
Upon what alter is my heart's intention placed?
What pitifully weak and desperate motive
Unforgivingly hides, beneath the splendid follige here...
That I would hope stay hidden!?
What impoverished grasping, futile path
Have I chosen, and pompously parade about in...!
I persist, as if my self deceit is invisible to otheres...though
All can see thru the flimsy facade I place, as a brace,
Against the fierce wind that penetrates my unadorned disgrace.
The icy, unloving, unforgiving face...is it really mine?
Is it madness then one finally sees, not Grace Divine...
Not Infinite wisdom, but finite fanaticism?!
We are truly, the "poorest of the poor",
Destined to repeat....in endless cycles,
Through rain, hail, cloud and snow....
Until we give it up to knowing...that Love
Is the Wild Fruit that grows within the heart...
The Ancient Fruit, that inspires humanity to embark
On a path that meanders and windes...
Embodying a teaching that is flexible and wise.
Such things the mind would know.
'The MIND"
So whiley this procrastinator,
Craftier than crafter.
Let it see from floor to rafter,
What contrived reality was casted
Unashamedly and natural, that
This Self embodied and adapted.
To truly witness nakedly, reality unadorned
No fascinating, fabricating, to diffuse or storm;
There would I care to be. That I would care to see!

NUCLEAR WINTER
What will become of Man...?
Who will survive?....as
Massive ice sheets melt and
Huge Ice storms arize?
Ancient Elders from the Dawn of Man,
Knew this truth of truths, that
All beings have a hand
In maintaining Sky and Land...
Just through our Patience,
Love...and Understanding.
So close to understanding,
Yet unable to turn the key,
The mystery of liberation lies,
Just beyond our reach
Technology itself, cannot, improve upon
The infinite perfection still existing.
So can we expect... our great distinction to be....
That, we create....our own extinction?!
Nuclear Winter, our death wish come true....
We'll see in a decade...though we begged you
(in the 60's) Not prove it!
But ears couldn't hear, what the heart doesn't feel,
So plunging ahead, creating upheaval...
Who can defend us from our very own demons?!
In our arrogant desperation, so cleverly defending
Our biologic and mechanical creations,
We're denying every clue that Nature sends.
By mirroring our own extreme behavior,
She wrents and rages to protend disfavor,
Our our outrageous posturing spends,
Her loving patience, to a brutal end....
What were we thinking....What shall we do?
Can we ever recover.....we...the generation of
Well meaning, but irreverent fools...!?
EVEN IN DREAMS
Awakening reluctantly in the muffled
Anguished groaning of my mind.
Alone...rembling in confusion,
Where is the song for which I long;
Instead, this anxiety and delusion.
Awaakening uneasily from the shattering
Battering, fracturing of my dreams;
Running, stumbling....hiding
In the chilling moonless fright;
Calling on Saints and lost loved ones of old
To deliver me from myself this night.
I was dreaming of escape...
Of liberation; dreaming of being...loved,
Not having to apologize for being alive.
Confronted, striking my tormentors back,
I "feel" the wound inflicted
As if I'd struck myself!
Nauseated, I crawl away to hide....
Dragging my shame, I cry....
There is no victory in revenge,
Only more loss...even in dreams,
And the shameful haunting....knowing,
That now, the heart is stained,
And no matter how one scrubs,
One cannot wash away....a dream.