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ReefRock

Daniel Clark

© 1997

Self-acceptance happens when certain things recur in your life so many times that you can't deny them any more -- youcan't deny that they are you.

I want to join the Goddess and God of atomic space as theyworship the Goddess and God of everything.

The devil has no power when you know that you are love.

To lift up a heavy weight you have to get under it.

Metal Blades For decades,a hypnagogic imageof myself in silhouettepanicked me awake.It conveyed a secret horror inside me.I couldn't confront it.In March 1993 I drowsed off and somehowwent inside the black shapeI used to run away from.It is a sewer of hate within my body.I live in that sewer.I plot revenge.I'm full of rage,a deep well of rage.Yet I'm gleeful as I examine

a cluster of shining metal blades --swords and knives, weapons of deathto destroy and obliteratethe object of my hatred and envy.I worship the radiant silver'ssharpened edges.I fully indulge in my feelings of vengeance.The metal is bright!

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But the place is dark, and small.Who is it I want to destroy?A person? The world? God? Myself?I don't know.I don't know who it is

I must forgiveto release myself from my hatred.Or, really,if I should forgive!Maybe this place of delight-in-terror is meant to be this way.Maybe there's nothing "wrong" about itas long as I don'tbring it into my daily life.And maybe it ismy perception and acceptance of

my evil,along withmy perception and acceptance of my good,that keeps me balanced.

Cooked Food

The polemicist posed and shouted,"Obey it now -- the law against

the crime of killing foods by fire!To eat cooked matter is to swallowfactories, machines, bombs, and death.The screams of hell cry out from your stomach.Your intestines are Satan's swamp.Your entire body, inside and out, becomesa festering cesspool of disease and despair.Stop living off the death of others!Vibrate sympathetically with the life force!"Soon after declaiming this diet-tribe,he increased his intake of cooked food.

Aromamemoire I smell you now,helplessly inhalingthe fragrance thatonce issued from your pores

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and perfumed your skinand lingers stillin the quiet house.I fill my lungs,intoxicated and dominated

by your passionate incense.

Clothing Clothing distorts the energy of the body.Don't trust anyone wearing clothes.People in clothes tell only lies.Truth is the property of the undressed.Dress up the body and mess up the mind.Why are you hiding behind those clothes?

Naked Naked we were born,and naked we shall die.But the clothing we put onmakes our life a lie.

The Switch

On suburban streetsafter working late,you may walk, and look throughheaven's gate.They're always out thereshining bright,but to see the starsyou need the night.When the blinding sunsinks below the west,a greater worldis manifest.The daytime brilliancedoesn't last.And what of the shadowsthe sunlight casts?The dark is the groundin which we grow.

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It gives us lifeand makes us glow.The black is a bodywith solid formthat the scattered white

serves to adorn.They're all alivelike burning sparks,but to see the lightsyou need the dark.So beware, when you're home,and you turn on the switch.The lamp can makeyour eyes play tricks.

Yes

When I'm dying,I'll be wrapped in the sameblanket as when I was born.But I'll be crying outa different tune.When I'm dying,I'll be occupying the samehouse as when I was born.But I'll be the child of

a different family.When I'm dying,I'll be sitting in the samecar as when I was born.But I'll be driving toa new destination.Because I'll be singingpraises to God,and I'll be reunited with the heavenly host,and I'll be livingin the spiritual world.Yes,brothers and sisters,yes!

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Trinity

I am a Unitarianwho believes in a Trinityof She and He and Love,

and in a principle unvarying:Oneness and Multiplicityin each of the above.A Godhead of the Feminine,the Masculine, and Neutrality:here's what the three are made of.Mother Goddess, in the singular,is the source of all the essences,and Radha is her name.The Lord God in particular gets her service, dancing next to her.

That's Krishna: he has the fame.Their Love is so spectacular!It's a Mystery, it's sensitive,but their controller just the same.When She appears as multitudes,the forms of Yin are full of grace,and they're the atoms that fill the worlds.His many selves have fortitude:they dwell in hearts, extend as space,and their actions thrill the worlds.Love multiplies, in a serving mood,

as infinite Souls with worshipping ways,whose infractions can kill the worlds.When said and done, She is the One.But still, I sing: Three's everything!

Haiku

when the moon is fullthe sky is a lake and I'ma fish in heaven

Traditions

When I have notraditions that work,then I must goto learn from the Earth.

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I just walk, inthe place where I live.Soon I'm readingthe message it gives.What the past was

is part of what's now,and it's alwaysinside me deep down.I belong here.This is my holy land.I have no fear:it will show me the plan.My traditionis not from outside.I am richer where my river flows by.

All the voicesof the pathways of timeare rejoicingin this landscape of mine.I tried Eastern,tried West, North and South.But I ceased whensome words left my mouthas my bare feetfound grounding that fit.I gave a speech:

"This is me, I am it."

Glorification of the Serpent

O Serpent at the root of the spine,Snake coiled under Vishnu's lotus feet,Reptile at the base of the brain,Cosmic Dragon of the rock-bottom deep,O spiralling Ego of God --Kundalini, Ananta, Sankarshan,Quetzalcoatl, Midgard, Uroburos --May your glory be sung on and on.O most Low, you complete the Most High.There is wisdom where dark rivers flow.You were not cast down from the sky.Heaven's also your rock-hard abode.O serpentine Ego of God --Kundalini, Ananta, Sankarshan,

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Quetzalcoatl, Midgard, Uroburos --May your glory be sung on and on.O Shadow of contrary tricks,Teach us how to avoid evil ways.We descend, and we patiently sit

In the quiet of your rock-ribbed caves.O iridescent Ego of God --Kundalini, Ananta, Sankarshan,Quetzalcoatl, Midgard, Uroburos --May your glory be sung on and on.O Guardian of the jewels of life,Tell the secret that will make us aware.Please guide us on our journey to Love.Raise your head from your rock-solid lair!O thousand-headed Ego of God --Kundalini, Ananta, Sankarshan,

Quetzalcoatl, Midgard, Uroburos --May your glory be sung on and on.

Ecopsyche

Bow to Nature: the girlwith a lash.You can't purchase the worldwith your cash.No use strutting around

on your heap.Say a prayer and dive downto the deep.In the caverns belowthe white wavesLives a serpent who knowswhat you crave.Take a drink of the darkwisdom wine.It will fire up the sparkthat's divine.Then go live on the sunin the nude,Giving love to the onewho loves you,Giving up what you thoughtyou had owned,Finding Nature and Godsafe at home.

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The Dirty Rhyme

(a short skit about blaming)(Boy:)

dirty girl dirty girlyou make me do those dirty thingsdirty girl dirty girlyou pull my dingdong til it rings(Girl:)dirty boy dirty boyall you want is you know whatdirty boy dirty boyyou pet my puss and I cant stop(Four Parents:)dirty kids dirty kids

where did you learn such nasty tricksdirty kids dirty kidsIm going to give you sixty licks(All Together:)dirty world dirty worldthe Devils in us thats for suredirty world dirty worldwhy wont Jesus make us pure

Speech to the Assembled

We now know that we now know.Yes, it's taken humanity a long time to come to this

point.And we have Darwin to thank for that.So, if anyone's going to take the great leap forward,

the rest of us had better get ready!On the other hand, as I said.After all, you can't take it with you!Of course, it's a wise child that knows its father, and it

takes one to know one.Which proves my point: knowledge is power.Yes, if you say it, they will listen.People have a remarkable ability.We know it's great to be alive these days like this.There's some chance involved, but as Americans we'll

take that chance!So, good luck until tomorrow!

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Soul In A Hole

"You're a soul in a hole,"the sacred seer said,"captured by the devil

and guarded by the dead.Your body's on the earthand your mind is up here too,but running on remote control,so you don't know who is you."I'd met the man one dayin a city by the sea,and he pronounced that judgmentwhen he first laid eyes on me.I could have walked awayfrom his tin and cardboard hut,

but I knew by his composurethat he knew what was what."What am I to do?"I heard myself inquire."Do you have the water to douse the demon's fire?A cloud of stinging smokehas plagued me all my life,blinding me to goodnessand binding me to strife."The words I spoke were strange.

He had me in his spell.But what used to be confusionwas as clear as a crystal bell.Criminal activityhad sent me to the pit,condemned to negativityby refusing to admit,refusing to confessthat what I did was wrong,afraid that my confessionwould show I wasn't strong.But people knew that I was weak,with my being split in two,demanding their assistance,never knowing what to do.A little while agoI had finally dared to say,"There's an error in my thinkingthat makes me be this way."

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I knew I was a pain,causing trouble all around.So I packed up and ran away,and wandered to this town.The wise man looked at me,

but didn't say a word.Then I started prayingall the prayers I had heard,asking people to forgive,and exposing to the lightall the secrets I had held inside.And I gave up the fight.For an instant, like a flash,the wise man wore my face.And I sat where he'd been sitting,touched by godly grace.

"Make your way back home,"were the last words that he said.The devil didn't want me.I belonged to God instead.Still, I had to play some tricksto escape from Satan's snare.But my heart was in the right place,and I had love to spare.I went and made my peacewith my family and friends,always cheerful, never fearful,

ever since I made amends.And whenever I want to lookat the old man by the sea,I look at my reflectionand see his face in me.

We Now Know (Recent Studies Show)

Another handy hint for getting rid of lint.Nine out of ten women are not men.At a million miles an hour, milk won't turn sour.Passion runs deep, even when we sleep.Be cautiously optimistic when you quote a statistic.Houses with clocks need doors with locks.If only and unless, on the other hand, I guess.Deafness comes with years, along with slightly larger

ears.Things are true only when they're new.

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One thing is sure. The days are getting fewer.Women had no use for Henri de Toulouse.Mixups become muddles, potholes become puddles.Worker A and worker B want the job of worker C.Twice as much crime can be done in half the time.

Human behavior necessitates a savior.The knowledge you gain clutters your brain.Gangsters and thugs get us hooked on drugs.We're up from slavery but down from living free.According to vice versa, the better will be worser.Maniacs with guns are spoiling all the fun.America's been dreaming. Gonna wake up screaming.Gummy substances and fright lurk behind our every

plight.Taxes and death give you bad breath.The answer, my friend, is blown up at the end.

Self Esteem Engine

The size of the machinethat is yours to controldefines your self esteem,or so I am told.

Dividends

With one percent,you can buy a tent.Make it double,you'll be in a hovel.With one times three,you can house a family.Make it four, and soon,you'll be in a marble tomb.

Sonnet For Watty

God bless you, Watty Piper,for telling us we could.We'll carve your name in stoneand carve it out of wood.Hooray for Watty Piper,for telling us we can!

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May every boy grow up to bea Watty Piper man,and every girl around the worlda Watty Piper dame,to give the words "I think I can"

an everlasting fame.The little engine climbed the hill!Read it again? I think I will.

Belonging to the Sebastian Community What group do I belong to, more than any other? The groupof people who reside in the Florida locality defined by the St.Sebastian River, the Indian River Lagoon, and the AtlanticOcean. The area can also be called North Indian River

County and Southern South Brevard County. The largesttown in the area (in 1996) is Sebastian. I live in Sebastian.

For simplicity's sake I'll call the place Sebastian, and thepeople Sebastianites. However, I don't mean to excludepeople who live in Fellsmere, Wabasso, Roseland, VeroLake Estates, Micco, or on Orchid Island.

I've belonged to other groups. I've been a Graftonian, aBostonian, a New Yorker, a Washingtonian, a Los Angeleno,a Tarheel. I've been a Unitarian, an atheist, an Iskconist, a

New Ager, a Pagan. I've been a film maker, an astrologer, alibrarian. To one extent or another, I still belong to thosegroups.

But they're subordinate. Primarily, I am a Sebastianite.People belong to this community because they live here.Some may live here because they have to, for occupationalor other reasons, or because somebody they're attached tolives here. Maybe those people are Semi-Sebastianites. Butreal Sebastianites live here because, whether we movedhere or grew up and stayed here, we like Sebastian.

Affection for Sebastian is the central quality of Sebastianites.The locality we inhabit is, for us, a value or a principle worthyof service, protection and praise. The locality includes theland, water, air, minerals, plants, and animals (including thehuman beings), in the area. Human activities -- education,commerce, religion, recreation, family life -- are also part of Sebastian. All these aspects of our community are dear to

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us. We share a concern for these things. They give ushappiness. When something goes wrong with one of them,we want to fix it to insure that Sebastian flourishes.

We human inhabitants of Sebastian have many ways of

serving our locality. Some may feel strongest aboutSebastian's businesses. For others, it's the schools. Othersmay dedicate themselves to ecological issues. Churchesand other religious groups are top priority for a large number of us. But the common goal is serving Sebastian. That's thepurpose that unites us and characterizes us asSebastianites.

I belong to that group -- the Sebastianites. Why do I feel astrong connection with this commumity? Most of all, becauseit's my link to God. I'm not referring to a particular religious

organization. I'm saying that the land itself, or the place itself,is my link to God. Here, more than any other place I've been,I can feel the Earth worshiping God. Here's where I can jointhat praise most readily. Here's where it's easiest for me tosee all the varied residents of the community as divinebeings. Here's where I can see God best. Some specialplaces -- Wabasso Beach, Kashi Ashram, the field in back of the library, and the plot of land where Ellie and I share houseand gardens -- are currently the best of all. But the entirearea is special too. Sebastian is my church. That's why Iwant to serve the community of Sebastian, and praise it.

That's why I'm a Sebastianite.

God's Looking

God's looking down from above,God's looking up from below.God's looking straight throughthe eyes of the animals,her wonders to behold.God's looking out from within,God's looking in from outside.God's looking 'round atthe plants and the mineralswith a father's pride.Your children love to workin a garden of flowers and trees.Do you find it beautiful?

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Tell us what the answer is,Mother, Father, please.We're looking left and right,we're looking everywhere.We're looking hard 'til

all we see is miracleson the ground and in the air.God's looking in our hearts,God's looking at our lives.God's looking lovinglyat our humble offering,promising a surprise.

St. One

When it's written right,it's a copy of the wordsspoken by a stone.They could be products for sale.New! Wabasso Smoothstones!Rare naturally polished coquina!From the sands of Wabasso Beach!Brought to you by R-O-X-X!P. O. Box! Fax! WWW!"America's business is business."Clear plastic bubble pack

hanging on a spinner rack!They could be. But not by me.I'll package them in words instead.When it's written right,it's a copy of the wordsspoken by a stone.Go to Florida.Nature worships God.Go to Indian River County.Nature worships God.Go to Wabasso Beach.Nature worships God.Walk along the beach.Nature worships God.Look for smooth tan stones.Nature worships God.They're coquina from the reef.Nature worships God.They're a million years old.

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Nature worships God.Pick up a glassy one.Nature worships God.Hold it and rub it.Nature worships God.

It feels good.Nature worships God.It's a skin stone.Nature worships God.It makes you feel good.Nature worships God.It's a wishing stone.Nature worships God.Rub the stone and make a wish.When it's written right,it's a copy of the words

spoken by a stone.I will never give it up.My wishing stone.Broken off the reef before the humans came.Rolled around by the waves.Abraded by the sand.Tumbled to a glassy shine.This flat tan stone of Anastasia calcite, and perhaps

some iron, because what else would turn whitecalcite tan.

Holding shell remnants.

I will never give up this ancient coin made of marinebone, now preserved in sun-warmed limestone, lyingon the sand of Wabasso Beach.

A variety of coquina.Rock of compressed shell-stuff.Smooth to the touch as my fingers rub it day in and

day out.My talisman of God that I'll never give up any more

than give up God.When it's written right,it's a copy of the wordsspoken by a stone.Amen.

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A Triple Haiku

Did you ever hear the stars at night call through the

universe to you?

From a riverbank,or from an ocean shoreline,receive their voices.Mother Nature says,

"I am the glory of God.Sing along with me."

The Glory of the Ninth Letter

It would not be worth

repeating if it were justsomething that the Poet said.But he heard it from the Earth,and then from God, and soThe Poet said it too.It was only the letter that is a word that is a name,the ninth letter of the alphabet, you know.But when Mother Earth asked him to join in,and God said it like it was everything,then the Poet repeated it.

What God meant by it wasthe declaration I Am That I Am,and Mother Earth meant I Am the Glory of God.As for the Poet, he held a stone in his hand,inscribed it with the letter and saidThis Is Me And I Am It.He joined the Earthand they worshipped the One,the I, the Ninth Letter, the First Person.God said I, the Earth said I, the Poet said I,the Poet said I,always I.

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A representation of Uwa,the female deity of the Atlantic coastlineof the Western Hemisphere.Her male counterpart is Heyoaha.I chant "Uwa-Heyoaha" to unite withthe planet's urge toward Goddess-God.

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