Category Archives: heres the thing

Mother Nature by pd Lyons

I am blue skies

trailed with perfect black birds

over an autumnal tree line


I am an ocean so blue

it makes everything else seem white,

A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious


I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet

ran .

I have been an ice so deep

that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat.



And you with self shackled minds,

dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ?

what you do you think pursuers of poisons?

are there any poisons that are not mine?

what do you think deniers of your own senses?

where do you think the chemicals for those thoughts come from?


I have seen stars begin and watched them dwindle.

I have seen every living thing that has ever done so,

and will see every one that ever will be, born and die.


Do  you think I who hold on to nothing care about what you do?





when we are aware

of things

we realize


we and everyone else does

is done

with great loneliness



to be conscious of this = compassion

to be in denial of this = suffering



here’s the thing

every action has a reaction
this is karma,
a lot like physics
not too mysterious at all


there are no laws

scorpion night 4 pd lyons

scorpion night 4 pd lyons

There’s no place to go, so stay

Its not about going

but staying


Its not about looking

but seeing


Its not about doing

but stillness


Its not about acceptance

but allowing

the thing is, the buddha didn't go - he stayed

the thing is, the buddha didn’t go – he stayed


Do you KNOW the grass ? Muffin Man Zen

We Don’t KNOW Anything ‘Cause We Can’t


we can label

we can call this        a blade of grass

but can we explain

exactly what it is?


Do you KNOW the grass ?














First Day of Spring, by pd lyons

First Day of Spring

my daughter asks me
why did people invent war?
don’t they know it’s the devil not god that likes war?
do children have to fight?
do they kill children too?
boys, and girls?
how old are the children?
why don’t the soldiers just quit?

and then the sound of helicopter passing
she thinks it wondrous dashes off to look

and for all those for whom that sound is terror?

because of them
we must love the world
all the more.

unknown photographer

The Terrorists Stopped My Car, by pd lyons


this has to do very specifically with current political issues in Ireland, where if you stop a government official’s car during a protest over water it is called an act of terrorism and you can be arrested, and as of today’s verdicts jailed.




The Terrorists Stopped My Car


For two hours they wouldn’t let my chauffeur drive.

Two hours they spent trying to convince me –

That it was wrong to add another tax

That it was wrong to spend millions to set up a bonus company

    designed to collect millions more from them forever

That it wrong to add this to the existent burden of;

    decrepit health care, unemployment, scot-free bankers, unprecedented evictions,

    years of non-transparent squander.


For two hours they implored me to listen.


So what did I do once we got through?

After spending days telling every news talk, state owned television, newspaper how –

  Those terrorists , scared me

  Those terrorists who had nothing better to do with themselves,

  Those terrorists who had elected me,

 Those terrorists who voted for me and my party.


Yes that was it, I was afraid of them, terrified by them.

So in daring early morning raids

I had those terrorists arrested.

and then continuing on as Party  Leader

fixed the mask of Larkin

like cloth of an emperor across my double face

so anyone with eyes  could see



Alan W. Watts, “Advice? I don’t have advice.”

“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”

― Alan W. Watts, born 100 years ago today

unknown artist

unknown artist

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