The Eightfold Path of Buddhism

And as the eight ways arise in Buddha-time,
A path is constructed out of dharmic illusion,
Rupa-centric babble that isn't.

Right Views:
To view this poem and nothing else
Or to view everything.
Permanence is temporary.
Beauty and happiness,
Dreams lost
like the solid dreams of self.

Right Intention:
To see the existential nothing,
To love everything dearly
So clearly,
To embrace paradox without
Anthrocentric hate.

Right Speech:
To end this poem,
Cessation of philosophy,
Vikalpa, construction,
Publicity for the ego,
Of existence and science,
No more Shakespeare
No more apple pie.

Right Action:
Lights! Cameras! Action!
Eating after noontime is bullshit!
The life must be stone consciousness,
No high beds,
No kick-ass head,
Yes a monk is all of this,
Before anything is said.

Right Livelihood:
No America
No profit
No corporations
No gold or silver
No interest rate
No Federal Reserve Board
No Clinton or Bush
No Property
No Money
No Marxism
No Ism.

Right Effort:
As blindness is to sight,
As deafness is to sound,
As numbness is to touch,
As odorless is to smell,
As dumbness is to speech,
Effort is beyond opposites
Is all of this,
No winning or losing,
No excuses.

Right Mindfulness:
Right everything of the bodyness,
The knowing bliss,
When a breath is like a heartbeat,
Is like a smile,
Is like a thought,
Is like,
Never noticed.

Right Concentration:
Samyag Drishti,
LSD or Zen,
A child in the woods,
Or a wise man by the shore,
A whore at copulation,
Realizing the eternity of the moment,
Beyond the pseudo-experiences of thought,
Of art,
Of religion,
When the moment of total bliss is achieved,
And awareness is God,
Is nothingness and everything,
Then, my friend,
Like a scarf eroding a mountain,
You must fall to the first truth again and again,
And even again,
Still again stream-winner
Now once-returner, again
And some timeless time,
Again, a Buddha.