It's All A Myth!
|“Its all a myth!” a wheelchair woman screamed rolling herself out of anger and fear Shadows into blazing Denver fried egg sunlight on Broadway passing Hispanic family sitting on suitcases in brief shade, joining thousands of devout Tibetan pilgrims singing praying laughing on dusty roads leading to Lhasa, throwing rocks at ravens at sky crystals making prostrations.
She rolled her chair past itinerant land locked terra-cotta warriors crashed on bags at Beijing and Shanghai train station crossroads at invisible terminal destinations.
She rolled past Elmore James standing at the crossroads treated like a slave sliding callused fingers on metal frets in selfless agony trading his soul to the devil, passing Balinese wood carvers etching delicate faces, jungle painters creating butterfly corporate murals, passing villagers harvesting rice in green highlands, passing outlawed Irish tinkers wandering village to village pounding pans, passing homeless people sleeping on a mattress in usa alleys facing the wall.
Passing naked evangelist on downtown street corner wailing wall forecasting human lust past devil myth propaganda nature’s unrestrained power, as unconscious forces internalize/externalize projecting guilty feelings on others the snake phallus symbol delights for envy, for quicksilver messenger service cycles spoke passing tanned cellular talkers waiting for bus to financial heaven, passing her white haired aunt in a nursing home painting her last vision, passing Ashiakawa loom weavers creating wool seasons, passing Himalayan sherpas brewing tea at 17,000 feet for expeditions paying hard currency to totalitarian emperors suffering altitude sickness, high blood pressure rolling past 31 flavors dining out making quick money honey living on plastic, riding scarred ranges in 4×4 drive where cockroaches ride roller blades devouring land, leftover 'develop-meants' hearing mutants scream "where is the water for God's sake? we paid for our thirst!"
Yes, she rolled past her only son, a soldier, waiting for NAM dustoff toward SF/CO and exile, state side rejection no sympathy for the devil - baby killers writing final letters home abbreviated napalm fire fight survival instincts remembering the horror etched on a screaming eagle black granite
wall 493 feet long rising from the ground to a height of 10.1 feet bending at the center at exactly a 125.12 degree angle - holding 58,235 NAMES as chopper blades reverberate - cut air, cut down stiff stale wind bloodstream vanities dive around jungle artifacts, lifting veils of cautious surrender.
Rolled past Arabic nomads exchanging goats/camels for pearls as oil desert-ed sand slowly envelops silk encrusted carpets passing refugees floating Asian marriage seas discovering family geological strata broken Chinese shipwrecks shifting divorce paradigms passing itinerant independent traveling hermits freezing eye/brain/muscles inside parabola boundaries extending imagination's independent practice - freeing unknown potentials squeezing, blinking eye blinded shutters B&W documentation art/reality/illusions of women in whirling 3rd world poverty wearing exploitation's cloth wrapped in solitude as economic fate breaks malnourished rocks along everlasting lonesome highway passages blasting, building capitalistic roads living in river reed hovels.
And she was gathering speed rolling her Greater Wheel passing university perspiration business mergers evaporating celestial horizontal degrees as hemispheric tropic of cancer eats bran for break down fast rivers flowing native tribal dialogues tongues speaking sky earth water fire languages of crow raven coyote ancient turtle islands mark of the king tattoo sailing water’s prison islands surrounded confounded by blue eyed Europeans full of commercial disease inventing, discovering cultural annihilation assimilation accommodation regaining indigenous cost - profit - past patience solitude-nature-silence just sitting - the doing nothing poem - storytelling, a vein in earth sky water pulse blood lava flows among dzongs chants flags sacrificing herself hard black wheels dancing Tao circles rolling herself past myth and maya into blazing wisdom free from bardo breath.