The slightly shorter day after Summer Solstice

6/22/2023 Not that we don't have our own challenges

That was impossibly long ago — she just visited on her road trip across the States to move to San Diego with her BF

I find the qualia of seeing a rainbow, particularly enriching — every time it feels (to me) like the first time

After the trial of Dorothy Gale
“And all that you love” -- Pink Floyd
Con/Jur/d, 6/22/2023

Dear Dorothy,

You don’t know me or the other thousands, ney millions
affected by your crimes, but it’s time you saw our scars
we know you’ve lost your avatar, Judy, with her attempts
to self-medicate away the Jealous Gods, and her enslavement 
to the monetary illusion, and while we understand you still mourn 
her half-life lost -- the recent  revival of capital’s enshrinement 
of ‘Dark Side,’ reminds us of the violence you committed, albeit 
unintentionally to us and all the future generations

WE STILL QUESTION

Our right to dance in the streets, to be happy in the Anthropocene
to have fun in a culture that has not only proscribed it but seeks
to prescribe it, how your ‘just a dream’ dog whistle has betrayed
the refuges from our sociopath culture with its hyperreal simulations 
of suffering,  day residue used as an excuse to justify  colonization
of our personal sovereignty -- We love how you capitulated 
and curtained off

KNOW YOUR WORTH

by a yardstick used in someone else's economy

Although, as Bernie Glassman, the mensch, made abundant
in his book on the Heart Sutra, you did get the Yellow Brick
Road right, by exposing just how wrong it was, which a few
Zen teachers and the denizens of The Village and The Castro
and other temporary zones of liberation seem to understand
better than most -- Is it a war crime if the war hadn’t been declared
and sanctified? A jury of your peers seemed to think so, although
as the cultural rags of note (Their front pages now devoid of life 
and featuring ads for the industrial murder complex) have 
endlessly opined, your peers came from

THE WRONG SIDE OF THE RAINBOW


Which is to say we forgive you, even if They didn’t
you were just being a human, after all with our pesky needs
for community, acceptance, and being understood for the short period
of time we borrow language, and we’ve all done it, betrayed
Heaven, for someone else’s constrained paradise, and next 
time, here’s a little spell or prayer or mantra or math
(depending on which time and place you’re released into)
to protect you when you finally walk between the heavy iron doors
(clutching those unfashionable ruby shoes and whatever other
tat from all that you love the guardians of correct thought
decide to leave you -- hopefully, this time, they won’t steal your technicolor) 
and you find yourself standing in front of the gates, with no one
to pick you up and no public transport since PT was defunded to pay
for your incarceration and extend the walls (everywhere)-- Repeat after us:

I am the tornado, I am the witch, I am both Glenda and Gulch
obviously, I’m the Lion, the Tinman, and the Scarecrow, less
obviously the Rainbow, the Wizard, The Flying Monkeys, not Toto
since, obviously, Toto is the bearded Western Barbarian, whose
dharma eye being fully opened, wouldn’t lead to your betrayal
the damned yellow road and its consequences, and of course
Auntie Em -- also Uncle Henry, who we would like to blame
but we learned from the red slippers, it’s all you, all
the time

And even black and white cornfields from horizon to horizon


ARE THE SUN MOON AND STARS

We’ll pick you up 
take you to wherever you want to go
when with honesty, you say

I AM YOU
YOU ARE ME

Just promise to not sell us out, again 
for someone else’s dreams and 
label them ‘reality.’

Is anyone else experiencing a certain tilting to everything?

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 6/22/2023

50 years on — HA!