All Being, All Time
By Israfel Sivad
All you kids stay cool. Don’t
ever give in to this world. Don’t sell
your bodies; don’t sell your souls.
We’ve returned from the underworld
where we learned the mysteries of being.
Give us time… we’ll share them with you.
The feminine bears fruit; the masculine
breathes fire. But neither male nor
female is one or the other.
The masculine drinks whiskey; the feminine
dances holy. But neither female nor
male knows the lunacy of Venus –
We swirled into the madness. We
observed Apollo from the corner
as he contemplated all being,
all time before he disappeared.
We looped the music of the spheres,
used it to power our generators,
but we never took off from this
earth – not because we didn’t have
the capability, but because we didn’t
want to. We wanted to share
the mystery with you so you would
realize why we dropped out of school,
why we turned off our brains and
sewed up our lips while we pulled
up some chairs to contemplate this koan:
Confucius asked Zhaozhou what
all being, all time meant, but as Krishna
pulled his hands down from the crucifix,
Lucifer slapped him upside the head.
“Ouch!” he screamed, but before he
sued for peace, he told Saint George,
“I know the answer now. I don’t
have to do anything.” With that,
we kicked aside our chairs. While all stared,
But we refuse to pray in public…
so much so that we refuse to
admit we pray in private…
so much so that we will never
tell you we believe in God.
We don’t. We believe in the mind.
We believe in chemistry, the chemical
combination for love – was revealed
to us once, but we forgot it.
Have you understood us yet? We
have worlds to share with you, and
we will spend our eternity doing just that.