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Kwan Yin KUrUkul1c
First Edi tion
(a) 1965 by V.A. Levy
Manufac:tured in the United States
of America
Published by Free Lanae Press
6005 Grand Avenue
Ohio 44104
THE NORTH Al'-lERICAN BOOK OF THE DEAD
PART I
burial ground of the C t Nation
of angels around the eye to OM
no light
no l'ight opens the eye
to the quiet place is clouds
sun moon ffi0untains water wind
"he quiet place is no thOUg:lt
the quiet place is a wreath of
angels around the to ill-i opens to
ecstacy
(is this lov?)
This questioning is love
this love is behind the third eye is the
r:uiet place
ilive in the noise
behind all the noise is the quiet place
i look for the quiet place
sOnetimes i. find a pale horse
and ride to the clouds
sun moon mountains water wind
the pale horse disappears
i am there
i look for the dry
and the world ocean
(AM r THERE) \ +
i open t.e sear-chh1\.:L.
(N-I I THERE)
when i open the :>eat'chlights do i
bring the place here
in the tuiet place
roars the ocea-. water
the ocean is silent
a child calling is answered
with laughter is absolute silence
are clouds moving
the sound of the sun
the sound of the moon
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is absolute silence
in quiet place
are clouds moving
on the mountain
is the of waterfalls
is the snap of a snow covered branch
breaking
the explosion of the mounta"in not moving
is absolute silence
in the quiet place
is the wind whistling
the wind picking me
is silence
i stop here not knowing where i can not
go - YET
but 00 into NOW
HERE I AM
the quiet place is the door
the door opens to no-tiwe
no-time is the blue light
the first step is the 's,tars' (VOID)
the return is thought
to stop is HERE I Not
the quiet place is the door
the door opens to no-time
all directions in no-time
are action.
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a Up or Out from the eye
i follow the tunnel with the eye
T become the eye
the eye becomes the light at tho end
the light becomes a thought
HERE I AM
I watch the breathing
at all turns into words
everything returns to chaos
look for the quiet place
flickE'r lights
NOT THAT NOT THAT
the silence is behind the mist
here is thunder
the eye hears the thunder
the eye should sec the thunder
\Oords feelings
its all behind the mist
the mist is too lI1uch tho'l::ght
too much thought is not being
its all illusion
i lovk for the quiet place
without looking
it disappears i am there
of the
tunnel
images
color images
negative
truck carj cunts flowers birds
lights jade. ivor; sculpture
p no-places flashes
cities cats temples
roses rlouds eyes
chaos
2.
a white ray into the place
of the 'stars'
i with the eye
the eye is the line breaking
shallow breathing BREAKS the line
i jump from fragment to fragment
becomes smaller and faster
NAVES PHOTONS
the white ray is gone
HERE r AM
DISTRACTIONS
NOT THAT
NOT TIlA1'
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it stops/ i stop
images t . dimensional
3 diml.'llS iO;'lal EXPLOSION
now STOP photography
plastic? time?
the truck another load of
images into the darkness
i get up and take a piss
NOW. this piss place is silence
ian nureb .. it takes an hour for my piss
to reach the toilet bowl
there is no splash
the water is padded
HERE I (this is not peyote. lsd. or booze)
the toilet bowl has an aura
the aura is blue
the toilet bowl is the buddha
3.
a wreath of ralnoow circles the eye
the eye like a sun
dawns with the heart
i become the heart - the love
that opens the eye
SHE is there and two roses
one open - one closed
SHE is there in red smiling
i think about the closed flower
SHE is a brido in flames
the flames arc warm
all is ,'!ell
this time i look for the eye
it will not open
i look for the eye with thoughts
of the heart - of the love
it will not open
WORDS do not open the eye
THOUGIlTS tlo not opcn the eye
do not open the eye
the eye is alwars opened with compassion
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i ppen the eye with the heart
SHE is there in darkness
no light
the feeling is anguish
it is so cold i do not even try to
warm her (ihave forgotten how)
i the cold
i become the angusih
i can not see the eye but it is open
i can not sleep all night
when ""e meet
the searchlights are open
but it is the EYE that sees
when we. meet
the searchlights are open
but it is the 2YE that goes
to the quiet and tells
me who you are
when we meet
STOP
who is this .. she wears a roask
behind the cask is the universe
STOP
who is this .. she wears a mask
her face is transparent
STOP
who is this .. she wearS a
behind the mask is a blank
STOP
when .....e meet
we walk down 9th street
everything opens .. each step
is drowning .... cBch breath
is everything opens
4.
When leaving the body
one goes to the
LOWS of a TI\(Iusand Petals
getting there one must cross
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IllS own mountains

everyone gets there
EVENTUALLY
one leaves the body
one may leave the body be leaving the body
he writes IEXIT' on his toe
he writes IEXIT' on his navel
ileave by the crown of thorns
)this is the aperture of Brahma(
this is the 8rahmarandhra
this is the way of the Tibetan monk
leaving the body
before
i tried tp leave my body
by breaking down the walls
for seven years
i tried to leave the body
by breaking down the walls
when i found the door
i stuck one foot out
YA.AAAA/>Ji
WHAT IS THIS
NOISE NOISE NOISE
thousands of birds singing
thousands of teakettles ringing
thousands of radio signals
on one channel
Now i know where the door is
i struggle with my fear
each day i t;row a spoonful I
out the window
when leaving the body
one dies
but how many kinds of death are there?
when leaving the body
one does not look back
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when leaving the body
one goes to the
Lotus of a Thousand Petals
getting there one mus cross
his own
Everyone gets there
EVENTUALLY
5.
(this is the time of the great light)
if there is a dark time
i will hide the bod)
in a quiet place
if the waves sweep the beaches of
th,;: place seeking to carry
the thought away like sand
i will carry the thought
to the quiet place
(this is the time of the great light)
the thought
is beyond inquisition
the thought
illumnates the would be executioner
the thought moves
like the wind
moves clouds sun moon 1'1. untain water
moves like the birds to the island
the island is found with the eye
on.;:l can reach the island by going there
the thought
is light
(this is th.; time of the great light)
the great light carries everything
one finds t.he great light in dreams
if ona carries the great light
from the deepe?' sleep
into the waking dream
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one hecomes great man
one tl c great man
the great man is hidden by the great
light
the great m"':l eneters the dreams
of others
with the great light
others become the great man
the great man moves on
(this is the time of the great light)
the great light is everywhere
one finds the great light
by opening the eye
one opens the eye with love
ma.ngalam.
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THE NORTH AMERICAN BOOK OF DEAD
PART II
Frontiers
1-
the old books say
dont collect trophies
i say
if i love you
ill bring you the moon
if you climb inside
yeu find yourself
outside
2.
outside
the snow ana inside
the sax is sex (fOT the dancers)
and the winter pony
is loneliness
she wears red
&he cant get an erection
&maybe its because of the
. jasmine
incense creating a no-thing
vacuum for him
she doesnt
understand, being
a reincarnated buddha
he thinks
she is
waiting
words, not being her business
realize how much
death he carries with him
if he wears the white scarf
. she thinks he is remembering the
days he spent as a boyscout
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3.
peoplE: say
"we I ve ] os tour shado\i
it hasnt gone this wa>ll
she \'.'ondcrs why he tells her
he likes to drink in cemeteries
and she tell;, him hes out of his mind
he smiles at her almost wisdom
these-
phantom pony
phantom rider
go through the snow
falling
when i think of her
maybe iU worship
her temnle
when i ;ee her ..
On her back .
alone
her arms crossed
over her breasts
death cries
birth cries
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its gone
how does he tell the others?
most people.
looking for shadows
and trails on a moonless
if
someone closes his eyes to rest
AH, theres the trail -
4.
(notes for a high priestess)
I
how high?
sorry lady
the old book says ..
a man is always taller
i say
a man?
a woman?
insignificant!
iguess 1m not faggot enough
to weep at your feet
not true:
how high?
the moon?
dreams
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when he Iiyes in
3 places at once
everyday is waiting to catch up
when Qe Imves in two places at once
the cup is always empty
when he lives in
one place
he is you
so he looks inside
pretending it wasnt this way before
the snow
(sometimes)
he rides the winter pony
leaves
no trail on
the snow
it almost seems
as if
no one knows
hes been over it
the snow
no wind blew
away his trail
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the snmv
& the old hi.. _,b
5.
if in the past
i was of the black
and sat at night
in cemeteries
& silence
even that
was transient
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6.
(notes for a high priestess)
II
this one
and dances
talks to me with
a tranqljil voice
waterfalls
me into an
unexpected, anxiety
she knows
if we meet
now
another dream will fade.
other states
she e'scapes
not receiVing the letter i
have from the could be new pharoah
we are both much older now
i burn the letter
in lotus s:.:oke
it curls into
_ another
papyrus snake and disappears
&she disappears
pretendi,ng
if only 1 could tell he.
dream rituals are quite C:::':-'.. gh
nebula
for life
or love
Ond night
is deathsongs,
whose dream?
while sitting at night
by tombstones and ashes
n w it is the intensity
invo1v d that frees one
to travel in
this internal
this (you think)
B not a lack of suns
only your illusion
demanding
timeles's gages
c
a breaking trough
- is' nothing
more than 3tepping from
the of an unhappy
house
7.
(notes to a h,igh priestess)
III
to love rimbaud
is incest love
&the scorpion 'is
red and black
drinking blood from
a charred skull cap
r.
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reflected
ri tuals pre-coned\'e-o
and homes We look for
said Milaraspa
those hwo believe
are liberated
recalling 7 lifetimes
i will "take this cookie home"
with quotes -
so many loves
so many commitments
so many returns
this boat
i remember rowed by
this time
a jackel
this time
bone shadows
this time
my quiet distress
across the sky-ocean
&t e sun called many names
and knowing
"w at kind of pie?1I
she slices the moon with
her wounds a forgotten dance
asking "who am i7"
and i
recalling
her many arms
reca:l1ng
the flesh she wears
is the same
as the others
8.
when K1SS her
the coldness is warm &
its good to huwe
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If even
for only
this moment our lips -
so much touching
if we 'use your rules
it would be fear that
brings us to
sudden emptyness
we create
would be as frightening
to you
as your drama should be
to us
today it seems
youd call it
the queen of spades
i tis
your death youve .
driven us to creating
no turning bac
the wind in the trees
the trees stiil exist
when te kiss
this sudden detachment
could be
broken into
words
but sounds
are not 'old enough
and die
and death .
is mot old enough
and under the trees
the traditions we follow
make the gods look )'oung
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9.
(sometimes)
\hen riding rh(. winter pony
one
Leaves
a trail of bells
softly ringing
d e ~ p in the mind
&if one listens
perhaps, this sound
will guide
the young rider through the
fatting
snoll
mangalam
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