clown sutra

the body is the mouth of the universe in which it tastes itself—

looks like earth and tastes like love.

venus and mars disappearing in the one saliva—

upon swallowing itself, it never was.

byte meets light.


tell how it really tastes—

regurgitating 'truths' is not truth.


we're all sacred clowns on this bus.

identification with thought is the antichrist.

all politics are apocalyptic but love is the end of the world.

conception is the primal concept.

the body is an amplifier and love is its song; any distortion is in the mind.


love. don't think about it—

breathing light.