BUTTERFLY LOGIC

Butterfly logic is the intelligence of beauty. These poems represent my attempts at butterfly logic.


BUTTERFLY

the butterfly
cannot fly back
to the cocoon
he grabs thorns
from the rose
to arm himself


BUTTERFLY ANGEL

butterfly angel
soars with infinity
no rest stops
gliding from
blossom to blossom
bringing new flowers
to her fold to bloom
butterfly angel
knows
shifts into winged ecstasy
morphs into woman
touching hearts without compromise
butterfly angel
flies into infinity


MAGIC BUTTERFLY

It is the essence
of magic
for a butterfly
to be earthly
angel singing
watch her
spread wings
wide
as colors
magnificent
adorn
shadows
embrace
rainbows
and me.

UNREPENTANT BUTTERFLY

I listen to music
I think of you
aesthetic
unrepentant
butterfly.

there is beauty
in those
notes.


APPROACHING A FLOWER

One cannot approach a flower
with negligence
or short term vision
seeing only the petals
and not stamen or stem
a butterfly sings
even flowers must
have wings.


YOU CANNOT DRINK THEM

breasts sculpted on
an uneven plane
of lust
accentuated by eyes
full of vice and amour
a kitten's lips and tongue
that you wish would
pay homage to you
even though you know
kittens only trust themselves
and even that is at their
own risk
the heat pounds through
her mental surf
opening the doors
to the prism of her desires
so many colors to her passion
and tastes gone wild
that excites every sexual prophecy
but this kitten is a woman
a butterfly who only purrs
when she flies and her
back is against the wall
and her mouth like silence
matches her wit and says
nothing at all
because the moment you
have her corralled
and you think you have won
you have lost poorly
and poor losers in love
are worse than
poor losers in life
because they beat their foes
with brutality and prayer
even though they have lost
their love
and if you have not caged
this butterfly and desire
still runs your veins in
alcoholic inebriation
her persona growing
more clearly instead
of a slowly fading photograph
an impressionist painting emerges
turning surreal in the nightfall
the fuchsia of your desire
is hers to command even
as you deftly constrain her
with a web of fine silk ropes
and once again in your haste
to hold her fast you
tie slip knots instead
of the more harnessing bowie knots
and as she slips from your grasp
you remember that even
though butterflies are liquid
you cannot drink them


CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD

If god is nature
Or encompasses nature
Or created nature
Then one must use nature
To converse with god
Dancing with butterflies
And listening to seashells
And burning bushes


114 REASONS WHY NOT

You are married to
a doctor a fine
micro surgeon
of some repute.

I am but a
butterfly salesman
nestling beauty
from winged
creatures.


TATTOOS OF DESIRE

Your neck
the birthplace
of desire.

A tattooist
looks upon
this canvas
transfers doves
& eccentricity
to its lush bend.

He paints
passion's evening
and a butterfly
allowing
the nightingale
to arch at the nape.

He illustrates
– his eyes closed

kisses lingering…


A BUTTERFLY UNVEILS NEW COLORS

Like a butterfly
unveiling new wings
you show me your colors
wings melded of quiet
strength and dignity
with colors taken
from goddess dreams
as she sleeps.


CUPPING THE BUTTERFLY

he cups the butterfly
with crumbling fingers
there is no place to hold
only cradle in fingers
made of tears
he loves her
and kisses softness
and slowly mends
with these brittle fingers
mends the holes and tatters
one at a time


KITE FLIER

You are the butterfly
who escaped reason
whirling your colors
in empathy
as your tongue
disdains excuses.

– the room grows darker
with her departure

I wander relentless
pursuing your silent
wing falls
drinking deeply
at your draught.

– he follows
a desert dream

While you dance
to the music
of the wind
I fly kites
in hopes
of distracting you.

I could be blind
and know you
are beautiful.


IT'S ABOUT BUTTERFLIES

We were questioned
as to whether or not
we were sheltering
butterflies.

Harboring these artistic
creatures in our homes
as if anything or
anyone could capture
living gossamer.

Long has it been known
that the universe of
butterflies was
powerful and pervasive
and extended beyond
simple physical life.

People only saw the beginning stages
from caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly
without realizing that after
butterfly there was continuation
of life immortal.

Larva is Latin for ghost
From ghost to ghost.


AFTER BUTTERFLY

Have you ever wondered
even for the briefest
of moments what happens
after butterfly?



© 1998 - 2006 lgjaffe

The Validity of Order

It is the job of the spirit to straighten things out. The physical universe makes things crazy and the being cleans it up. We have become housemaids to the phys uni, a funny job nonetheless. But it is this putting order into the disorder that allows the being to improve. When you look at eternity stretching out in front of you like some great mountain lion. And we ride this puma not simply accepting fate but determining it. This is the future that we conjure with magic lenses, special spectacles of delight.

THREE BALANCES OF LOVE

The ancient Greeks speak of three different categories of love: Eros, Philia and Agape. Eros is the feeling of love that exists between two people. It is the type of love that burns with intensity. After Eros has burned itself out, Philia must be present for the relationship to endure. This is the kind of love felt between friends, the kind that commands mutual respect. Agape is one step beyond. It is one of complete and total love, and manifestations of such unconditional love, enlightenment, are rare. To this balance I add the final measure of Infinity slightly different from the others as it should be.

EROS

the passion ever

embers

bright always

dawning sun

escaping

mist of salvation

PHILIA

the bond ever

strengthens

affinity always

magnetic reply

escaping

mist of touch

AGAPE

the distance ever

dissolves

contact always

immediate universe

escaping

mist of time

Infinity

the love

we have without

looking

where the mist

clears

beyond friendship

into totality

© 2006 lgjaffe.com

my poem featured in chaos of angels

what would happen

what would happen
if I could remember your
memories
instead of my own

what would happen if our touch
was more than umbilical
our lives parallel
vertical interchanged with versatility
relaxed with reality
a merger of souls sparked
with natural blossoms and fireworks
every touch fourth of July
every kiss atomic
every sensual moment nuclear

what would happen if
we were not exposed
to shamelessness
and preserved ourselves
for deity

what would happen
if our poses were
discreet smiles
that said mouthfuls
and our eyes always met

what would happen if we
were only friends but
wanted to feel just as
close as lovers

what would happen
if we were kindred
spirits that speared universes
gathered no moss
and rolled to victory

(C) 2006 lgjaffe

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New Morality

I have recently been facing some major moral issues in my life. Without going into the boring details, I simply have been confronted with some major decisions and more importantly actions. I hurt two people I care about very badly. Whereas, I always try and set a good example, I truly let my friends down. In doing so I had to face some harsh realities in my life. We all like to be right and get admiration for ourselves and our work. I admittedly went too far, or perhaps not enough in some ways. All I know is that I crossed the line from where something can be overlooked (the oh that is just Larry) to something that made me have to really look inside and exorcise a demon or two. And I really had to go beyond apology in this case.

What makes a person espouse a particular morality or moral code? Is it how we are brought up? What we learn in school or from friends? Sometimes nothing seems to fit and even the golden rule has gotten tarnesihed in our fast paced world. There is a little booklet called The Way to Happiness that has really helped me in this situation and in others. It has helped me confront my evils and yes get happy. Happiness has never been a major goal of mine, the art always comes first. But I have noticed that when I have been unhappy, it is usually when I have done someone wrong. Now we all know an artist has to "suffer for his art." But maybe that is not quite true. Maybe we have to treat others with respect as well as ourselves. Anyway these are my thoughts right now. You can download your own copy of the booklet here: The Way to Happiness. Many Many years ago a wise man named Lao Tzo wrote The Tao or The Way. I beleive this is the modern equivalent and wanted to share it with you.

Knowing what is right or wrong is one of the most important parts of living in a society and to coin a phrase this booklet has show me the way. The Way to Happiness

The Hunger

There is something I call the hunger and I can often recognize it in others. It is a hunger to know more and go beyond our normal school-book learning. I remember searching for this elusive grail. I searched and searched looking everywhere from the occult to the traditional to no avail. There was something I wanted out of life that the 9 to 5 middle class existence could never satisfy. I was not even sure what it was, I just knew that I had to look. Heck, I wasn't even sure it existed. But something kept driving me on and pushing my boundaries beyond what was in easy grasp. I have always had this hunger to understand more, ask why not just about why the sky is blue but why there is a sky.

In 1971 I was doing an interview with one of my favorite groups called the Incredible String Band. They just happened to be Scientologists and they told me some pretty hard core stuff that gave me a twinge and made me want to look for more. I started my first course in communication skills the next day and have not looked back since. The hunger was getting fed for the first time in my life. The hunger is still being fed, I will not be completely satisfied until I get completely free!

A Fabric of Lies

It seems that from the moment we enter this universe we are force and spoon-fed lies. Some are well meaning and some just plain destructive but nevertheless all lies. We are told we are bodies and have souls when the truth is we are souls that have bodies. What an interesting turnaround of things I would say. That is just one illustration of the fabric woven by the powers that be and the holders of the yoke. They want us to believe we are of insufficient dimension and strength when the truth is the exact opposite. They bash us underhandedly and covertly and then in brilliant attempts of obfuscation hide their true nature. Who are these people that make less of the spirit and preach the mechanical and vain? A simple test, those that belittle your dreams even for so-called good cause are not your champions. Those that make less of us are a feared that we would do them some harm if we had our true beingness. Nothing could be further from the truth. Why would you even bother? The moral of the story is don’t believe the lies. Do not ever agree with them. I say go about your dreams with impunity. Have insouciance when you walk down the street and do not kowtow to anyone.

Crashing, Burning & Soaring Again

I am really starting to get into the groove of this blog. I think that when a blog becomes second nature and is in tune with your beingness, then it has gone from something you have to do or even want to do. It is just something you do and gain pleasure from it and hopefully give others pleasure from your insights.

After yesterday's massive reflections and declarations of love, I was sitting here pondering what more can be said and I realized that on this planet and in this time and probably others you are going to crash and burn sometimes. So do not despair, the odds are against you. :) What I mean is the structure of this universe we inhabit is designed to make things tough and freeing yourself from the yokes and bonds takes some doing. It takes some special technology to free a spirit from all this stuff. That is one of the things I like about Scientology, is that it provides me with the tools to get out of trouble. It also has provided me with the tools to not get into trouble in the first place but I am somewhat reckless I suppose. It is the getting out of trouble with your hide still in tact that interests me. I am somewhat bored by folks who never get in trouble I suppose. Heck I am even bored with myself at times.

But yes it is this getting out of trouble that so intrigues me. That is all for now.

Intending Beauty

What if you were to meet someone so beautiful she took your breath away with every thought. And what if this beauty was not mere casual beauty but a beauty that works its way inside out and outside in to make this combustible star? Furthermore, what if this beauty stood on a hill on the otherside of the world, with oceans and mountains and time in between? Moreover, what if this beauty seemed to be of another age and you were caught in the the pettiness of this one? Most importantly, what if this beauty declared herself yours with every ounce of love she could enable and create?

Would you traverse the distances and times and eras to find her? Would you leap tall buildings and travel faster than a speeding bullet to get to her? Would you compose odes to her beauty and create a path of words to step forward and reach her?

A not so perfect life, yet...

The concept of life as a journey is ever so true for me. Sometimes I have made good decisions, sometimes questionable and sometimes just wrong. But I have lived life and not been on the sidelines and fortunately with the tools I have garnered in Scientology I have gotten through healthy, perhaps not so wealthy and yes a wee bit wise.

I have wonderful children and although all grown now, still seem to love their pa. This is a good thing. I have wonderful parents and despite my driving them crazy still seem to love their son. Some would say I am blessed and I would tend to agree. My childrend did an excellent job of raising me along with my folks.

As an artist, i.e., a poet I feel like I am just starting to hit my stride. It gives me great pleasure to see people enjoy my work whether performed from the stage or read from the page. In many ways I feel like I have just begun....

I Remember

I remember when I left my body to visit new skies and star fields. The universe was glowing in wonder. My friends spread imaginary wings and hovered over rainbows to enjoy their majesty. This is what I remember.