some of the (jude) dharma

 

“Daddy, there are three Lake Placids.”

“There are?”

“Yes.”  He puts up three of his short fingers, one by one.  “One, two, and three,” he says.

We drive alone in the rain, towards school.

I ask, “Can you be more specific?”

His fingers are still in the air.  “No.”

 

*

 

Jude uses the art of selective, or, de-selective hearing.

“What, daddy?  Merbledy gobbin schlob?”

“No, Jude,” I say, repeating, “take your boots off.”

 

*

 

There are things Jude says, misnomers, that I don’t bother to correct.

Those Nature’s Valley type “health” bars – he has always called them “ballola bars.”  With the sticky fat and lipids used to hold the little particle-board-type food together, “ballola bar” feels linguistically more accurate than “granola bar.”

He calls a television screen a “tee vee scream.”

He often confuses people’s names, calling one person by another’s.  This is perfectly understandable, for to Jude, we are all but one Body, one Mind, the purpose of us here on Earth to bring him treats and chocolate milk.

 

002 by you.

for you

 

tonight, your wayward junkies are filled with caution, moving low past the sleeping mastodon.  the seas are filled with passion, a virulent violet that foambubbles the surface in dancing eddies.  the tones you hear quiver in a rainstorm symphonia, the gully-fish flash like lures out beyond the sea oats.

traffic whonks and careens in the nearby, night-bright, wetslick city, and the howling gangs clatter their lead pipes, rattle their bloodrusted chains, and lean in for the fight.  the moon sears a crisp circle on the ink-black firmament, the stars are brittle and breathless.  leather slaps horseflesh, a broom sweeps tinkling detritus from the paving stones, and the archers draw back their bows.

tonight is a fine mist, like walking through a cloud bank.  tonight the voices carry to one another bereft sight; your heart pounding in your ears, you hear the voice of Body talking; stealth moves as you arm yourself for a better look.  the company of angels hastens your courage, and the eye of the mastodon opens.

 

this new thing comes, and it’s like a shattering of stained glass.  you shield with your arms and you walk through into the blinding light.  on the other side, you find those who have passed through, chatting.  it’s all normal.  it’s just “a thing.”  what was as profound as the mountaintop is now something part of the everyday lexicon.  thus, everything “everyday” is sacred.

i want to take this feeling and savor it.  i want to bottle it and keep it.  the anticipation.  the freshness; like an opening world.  again, it’s a world – so new and powerful and churning and growing earth and planets and stars – that will eventually be a placid field, murmuring with voices, populated with others passed-through.  and there are always more doors.

before this door you stand; in the threshold.  the sun bakes you, and the bells call.  the wind is warm and sweet.  she stands with her hair blowing lightly about her face.

her eyes contain diamonds.

 

 

 

 

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reflecty by you.

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Jude, verbatim

JUDE: daddy, remember when you had a dream about a monster?

DADDY: i did?

JUDE: yeah. you dreamed about a monster that came and ate you all up.

DADDY: it did?

JUDE: yeah. it came and it ate your body and your head and your pants and part of your leg and your teeth and your nose and your eyebrows and your eyeballs and your eyes.

DADDY: this is a dream you had?

JUDE: no. you. a monster came and ate your arms and your elbows and your feet and your legs and your… feet and your nose and your eyeballs and your hair and your face and your body. your whole body.

DADDY: my whole body.

JUDE: yeah.

DADDY: ouch.

JUDE: yeah. ouch. (pause) no, not ouch, daddy. not ouch.

DADDY: worse?

JUDE: yeah. worse.

001 by you.

Jude, verbatim

JUDE: daddy, remember when you had a dream about a monster?

DADDY: i did?

JUDE: yeah. you dreamed about a monster that came and ate you all up.

DADDY: it did?

JUDE: yeah. it came and it ate your body and your head and your pants and part of your leg and your teeth and your nose and your eyebrows and your eyeballs and your eyes.

DADDY: this is a dream you had?

JUDE: no. you. a monster came and ate your arms and your elbows and your feet and your legs and your… feet and your nose and your eyeballs and your hair and your face and your body. your whole body.

DADDY: my whole body.

JUDE: yeah.

DADDY: ouch.

JUDE: yeah. ouch. (pause) no, not ouch, daddy. not ouch.

DADDY: worse?

JUDE: yeah. worse.

001 by you.