While in Bali, Gridley Wright composed poems reflecting his ideals.
He sold these poems in the local coffee shop in exchange for credit.
Here is a sample of Gridley's poetry:
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The Mirror |
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Hello While you're listening, Consider me part of your self Talking to you, A part forgotten perhaps, Yet foreseen, Recognizable. An interesting game to play, Recognition, Not only with each other But with all that manifest A game unlike football or politics. There are no losers As it is seen there is no thing to lose. It might be called depolarization, Played sometimes by remembering The "how's?" can only be In terms of yesterdays Which isn't what's happening now; Not at all like the religious game Which cleans up yesterday For an ending tomorrow or the day after. The Way to play is often called The East, Inside; But the play is neither East nor West; Its structure is non-judgmental; It might be called molecular reality, Measuring not good or evil But recording vibrations of change. Recognition, two now one, Become the epicenter of all the myths and legends, No matter how encrusted with culture and superstition. We can be companions or we can meet again; When there's no reason to leave is a good time To say Goodbye. | ||
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| Kali's Dance | ||
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I am, of course, quite mad And when it became impossible to hide it any longer in my homeland where madness is illegal, I split, Making the scene in just about every age, culture and whatnot that was available around the world, lookin to see if there was a place where madness wasn't either immoral, illegal, heretical, or witchcraft; in other words somewhere I could let it all hang out without scaring everybody so they were blind to the ultimate joke; somewhere that was a stage for my brand of live theatre and my cast of freaks. I didn't find that place, for everywhere I went I found fear of nothin I ever did but of the insanity in my eyes. |
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| Love? From Kali | ||
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To my brothers, Moses, Isaiah, Jesus, Mohammed, Krishna, Thunder Eagle; You've been here before, as have I, Doing the trip on your own Or with your various opposite number Heare and there on our big stage. You've forgotten that the opposite number Has always been a woman Not a man or devil, And that its been my part To get you to think otherwise And you've never imagined The travesty that's been made of your trips Which has come down to your followers Making them my puppets Well, even Kali has a conscience Especially now that big brother Shiva And his pig cousiin Sufi Have blown my covers. Lit this be the final mantra of the yuga; Never forget The way to win me Is to give up being you. When we are then One. What of the energy used to be two? |
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| The Religion of Insult | ||
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insult respect insult ritual insult convention insult niceness insult mother insult child insult love insult clean insult priest insult teacher insult temple insult police insult government insult money keep it up and there'll be no way to avoid death. |
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| for Gridley L. Wright |
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I want a man who Hears the Thunder clap and Shouts Come Out! God is Talking Look! The flash of Her sword Feel! The milk from Her body rain on your face Wind in his peacock feather cape His strong legs walk across a green mandala stable with Life A Poet-Scientist living in the round calm, open hands waiting for a seedling soul bursting through the soil into air to steady to hold to witness Life begun anew You may say Oh, just another savior fantasy I say, He's as real as anyone has ever been And I won't have another DNA man a true replication of You Man |
| -- Maitri Heiferman 1997 |
| Maitri Heiferman was part of the Shivalila kinship-affinity community. |
