Triradiated matrices residual detritus of Buddha-Mind.
Invalidator.
Claustrophobic riddles leave me three-quarters-bound.
Archangels hold the keys.
Demystify the mystical,
so the monkey will cease howling.
Fate is rigged.
A Gotterdammerung in Spades.
Love bastardized.
In the speaking thereof.
I'll say no more.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
B S
There's too much bullshit out there and I'm tired of stepping in it.
As is plainly evident you're not.
As is plainly evident you're not.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
2012
Predictions for 2012
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True Psychics will tell you that you're guess is as good as theirs when it comes to 2012 for one simple reason; there's a veil or mist not allowing psychics to see past 2012.
Now I find that more interesting than any predictions.
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True Psychics will tell you that you're guess is as good as theirs when it comes to 2012 for one simple reason; there's a veil or mist not allowing psychics to see past 2012.
Now I find that more interesting than any predictions.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
No Return
Call it enlightenment, spirituality, higher states of consciousness, what we seek is that state of Being in which we can only be silent.
So why are there all these books,practices, "masters" who claim to know "the way" regurgitating someone else's words and actions ad nauseam and we in turn do the same. Above all why do we think "the way" is like a romp through some flowery field on a warm sunny day all light and joy. Have we really thought about what we ask for when we seek enlightment, spirituality, higher states of consciousness, that state of Being....?
We are so desperate to be saved from the meaningless life we percieve ourselves to be living; we take our first oblivious step on the "path."
We have entered the Tiger's territory. The Tiger senses our movement and we sense the presence of the Tiger. This is not what we expected when we first started on the "path." Remember, flowery field on a warm sunny day all light and joy?
We know we are being stalked,there's no turning back! The only question left is when will the Tiger strike? And the Tiger will, devouring us into "nothingness."
This is the "path" of no return, called enlightenment, spirituality, higher states of consciousness, that state of Being in which we can only be silent, literally.
So why are there all these books,practices, "masters" who claim to know "the way" regurgitating someone else's words and actions ad nauseam and we in turn do the same. Above all why do we think "the way" is like a romp through some flowery field on a warm sunny day all light and joy. Have we really thought about what we ask for when we seek enlightment, spirituality, higher states of consciousness, that state of Being....?
We are so desperate to be saved from the meaningless life we percieve ourselves to be living; we take our first oblivious step on the "path."
We have entered the Tiger's territory. The Tiger senses our movement and we sense the presence of the Tiger. This is not what we expected when we first started on the "path." Remember, flowery field on a warm sunny day all light and joy?
We know we are being stalked,there's no turning back! The only question left is when will the Tiger strike? And the Tiger will, devouring us into "nothingness."
This is the "path" of no return, called enlightenment, spirituality, higher states of consciousness, that state of Being in which we can only be silent, literally.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Otter Regions
Atom Bananas in the Otter Regions, swirling grape galaxies, pulsing pudding pulsars, Red radish giants, nebulous nectarine clouds.
A man looking to find Nirvana spotted a monk standing on the corner of State and Lake smoking a cigarette.
The man approached the monk and said, " I want to find Nirvana."
The monk flipped his cigarette, and pointed West.
"Tibet?, asked the man.
"Nepal,meet me there", said the monk.
The man found himself in the foothills of the Himalayas,the monk was there as promised on a path heading west. They walked miles the silence broken only by the occasional farts of the monk. They saw a village a short distance away.
"Wait here", said the monk.
The man waited and waited and waited,but the monk did not return.
Finally,he began walking and stopped at the edge of the village,paused and turned a corner,with wide eyes and open mouth he found himself staring at a decrepit building with a balcony. Underneath the balcony was a sign:Welcome to Nirvana.
The man entered the doorless building, found the monk sitting at a table smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee.
The monk grinned, "What'd you expect?"
Memory loss, not a bad thing. Every day is new! I once knew a woman named Chole the name means: young shoot. She was sitting on a stoop when I walked by,she got up, walked towards me and took my hand; no words needed to be spoken.
White horse on the crest of a hill,flaring nostrils, the dawn sun rising, wild hoofs approaching, and then I woke up. The desert, a good place to come face to face with yourself. What realities do you live in?
Atom Bananas in the Otter Regions.
A man looking to find Nirvana spotted a monk standing on the corner of State and Lake smoking a cigarette.
The man approached the monk and said, " I want to find Nirvana."
The monk flipped his cigarette, and pointed West.
"Tibet?, asked the man.
"Nepal,meet me there", said the monk.
The man found himself in the foothills of the Himalayas,the monk was there as promised on a path heading west. They walked miles the silence broken only by the occasional farts of the monk. They saw a village a short distance away.
"Wait here", said the monk.
The man waited and waited and waited,but the monk did not return.
Finally,he began walking and stopped at the edge of the village,paused and turned a corner,with wide eyes and open mouth he found himself staring at a decrepit building with a balcony. Underneath the balcony was a sign:Welcome to Nirvana.
The man entered the doorless building, found the monk sitting at a table smoking a cigarette and drinking a cup of coffee.
The monk grinned, "What'd you expect?"
Memory loss, not a bad thing. Every day is new! I once knew a woman named Chole the name means: young shoot. She was sitting on a stoop when I walked by,she got up, walked towards me and took my hand; no words needed to be spoken.
White horse on the crest of a hill,flaring nostrils, the dawn sun rising, wild hoofs approaching, and then I woke up. The desert, a good place to come face to face with yourself. What realities do you live in?
Atom Bananas in the Otter Regions.
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