White Budalo

March 8th, 2009 Barn on Pasquale, Nevada City, California 12:45am

“Yoga Retreat”on the Ridge today. During the chatter of the day a person mentioned the sprouted cocoa bean being where the magic is, that it was touted as the door to immortality. The holder of this “Yoga Retreat” was quick to add that trying to get into eternity without being asked to enter invited the fate of being chopped in half for all, ever. Vedic astrology was a recurring topic through out the days stretch.

One Buddha, moderately damaged, head optional – Was: $25.00, Now: Free

I had seen the Buddha on the ground next to a construction fence at the corner of an intersection. It was in a relaxed lotus position on a rectangle cinder slab, back against fence, headlessly facing the center of the intersection. I took note of its vigil for several weeks, then it was lost in the snow. One night, after the melt and during the rain, I pulled up to the Buddha and relieved him of his position. I noticed his head submerged in the deep puddle next to him and grabbed that as well. It’s a boy Buddha, childlike with baby fat. I didn’t glue his head back on, I just set it back on his shoulders nice like. I placed Buddha between two trees outside the barn before going to the “Retreat.”



Later the “chopped in half for eternity” statement was elaborated on during a Vedic Astrology moment. The story goes like this: Krishna was handing out bite sized bits of eternity to the worthy when he was clued into the fact that one taker was an asura in disguise, so Krishna dosed him while chopping off his head, sending him askew for the long haul.

Hopefully my curbside Buddha isn’t a demon in disguise that was ripped asunder for it’s hubris and sent to the intersection of Brunswick and Pioneer Plaza for all eternity. He had a $25 price on his ass. I’m thinking that he fell off someone’s truck during a move. How he found himself up against that fence is a mystery I can live with though. He looks good between the trees. I can see why someone would pay $25 for a Buddha now, though I still would not.

A Poem for March.

When the real deal
takes a spot
in the center ring
it does a thing
where the NOT REAL DEALS
are exposed as such,
and a big “oh yeah” happens.

This can be embarrassing for everyone.

Often
the real deal conceals itself
for sake of continuity
in this tragicomedy
called humanity.

NOT REAL DEALS
Politics
Religion
Business
Art
flower to attract the spores of humanity
that feed their blossoming here on Earth.

Sometimes the real deal
cannot be concealed
beneath a façade

Sometimes
the NOT REAL DEAL
carbon copies itself
to death
and collapses
in ashes
exposing
the skeletal remains
of the real deal
underlying it all.

a confusing scene
for the human beings
that have been feeding themselves
into one schema
or another
for centuries
In the hope
that their ancestors
wisely chose
the ONE TRUE
real deal.


From the cultural carnage
of a collapsed NOT REAL DEAL
comes an unreal deal
unnamed
undefined
unconcerned about the future
as it cleans up
and makes use of the mess
left by its birth.