I’m sure the Buddha was an alien. And he came here and he basically said, “hey guys, this place sucks.” He thought, “what can I do to help these programmed sheep of a race?” Then he gave us the four noble truths. Before that he was so bored and let down- he just said to himself “this place sucks, I’m going to sit down under this bodhi tree and wait to die.” And it’s all just a story how he then
“got enlightened” because compared to us, aliens of his kind are already enlightened.
They’ve been coming here trying to help us for thousands of years. It’s like visiting the dog pound- what can you do but be kind to the caged creatures for a few minutes before you just can’t take all the barking and whining and you leave- feeling bad you couldn’t make much of a difference- except maybe you adopted a dog- and maybe that helps a little bit- because even the Buddha couldn’t save us from ourselves.
We need to wake up. If Jesus and Buddha and Krishna and everyone else can’t save us no matter what they sacrifice or what they say-
how much hope do you think we have going on as we are?
Comfort zones and complacency are dangerous pits. Needing more time, more money, more of a guarantee, more results, more friends, more acceptance, more pleasure, more virtue, more safety, more of anything you aren’t already – it’s a mind trap.
Get under the tree and wake up. They’re already here and it’s happening. They’re already warring in the skies above us. They’re watching us and we’re not moving fast enough.
So let’s get on with it and make some peace. Let’s get down with it and make some love. Let’s get high and sacrifice everything to the ground beneath her feet.
She came and fed the Buddha- he was homeless and starving and determined and she came.
She always comes when it counts, and no sooner…and she’s counting on you to do the right thing….no matter how she shape shifts…
She’s red. Her face is red. Her hands are red. Her feet are red. Her tongue is red. She walks barefoot upon the red earth spreading her red flowers. The sun rises red and the sun sets red.
She’s a red hibiscus in my hair.
She is the red flower the Buddha held.
She’s red and she dances. Her eyes are green emeralds. She carries a noose. She carries a bow and an arrow. She wears a necklace of 50 severed heads. She’s shooting arrows your way and the tips are red flowers.
There’s nowhere to go but to her. Red flowers cover the earth and fill the air with longing. Red Hot Sun. Full Blood Moon.
And Her love is bewitching, enchanting and lethal. And Her eyes are hooks that bore into your soul. She’s your vision. She’s your breath. She’s a lover of love. She was the first to catch his eye -and so he set her free to roam and dance upon this earth- pulling us towards her wayward advances.
Light Bearing Madness and deep in the hole. Red wedding night -stirring the flame- until the hidden ones cry out her secret name -She’s not someone you’re going to forget about anytime soon.
And she came here to shoot her arrow into you. And she stays to see how you’re doing. She sprinkles red flowers in your bed every night. She lays red roses upon your grave every time you die. She throws red roses into the pyre every time you burn. She is the winding red smoke that nobody can hold. Still she’s there for you always. She is the beauty of beauty -unbridled and godless.
She’s a wind spiral and as light as a leaf in the breeze. Her kiss is gold and her breath is the perfume of night blooming jasmine. Her kiss is sweet and all knowing. Her kiss is the end of forever…
and you know she can fill you so you chase her. Forever after her you go, off of the cliff, over the edge, under the water, straight through the fire.
You chase her because she is your tail. You are nothing without her.
You long for her noose around your soft neck, and gasping for your final breath- she’ll be there- because she always is- smiling through waves of radiant sunlight.
“Come back to me. Come back to me.”
And she spends her nights while he lays beneath her writhing and squirming -but alas, it’s no use.
She’s on top of the demon and she caught him and he’s spellbound by her intoxicating aura of passion and kindness. Only love can kill demons you know.
All demons die peacefully in her arms of red grace.
We really didn’t see it coming and we usually never do -but the red one is urgent- and the red one is here- and the red one will fulfill your final prayer.
So get on your knees and be near her mercy. She likes you to beg. “Beg me for more” She is the voice of desire and the body you hold. She wants you only as much as you want Her. It’s the siege of kama taking over your meaning…
of all that meant something, anything at all- before she came and shot Her arrow straight through your wayward and drifting heart.
It stings until you die. Of course it’s bloody. She’s Red and She’s Dangerous -in this love war we fight. You’ll never escape her gaze. You’ll never avert your eyes. She flung a match into you and you’re a smoldering mess.
She is The Red Weapon of God and you are The White Fire Breathing Buddha.
“Come and get me. Here I am.”
body on fire. body of desire. burning smoking hot body…she makes everything rise.
ashes and embers…smoke and nothing else -but the red horizon still calling your name…
without her- it’s so hopeless and boring-because she gives us passion- and desire is the thread that will weave us back together- so we can get on with this story…
back to the Buddha and why he’s so restless…
so we can find out what happens next.
my endless love,