Bedimmed: Confused Insights

I get so confused sometimes,
But from this confusion emerges
Such insights!

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Life is a mistake,
a beautiful mistake!

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Today I came to the conclusion that I am dead, that is, nothing but a walking, talking, thinking, breathing corpse.

Then I thought, ‘that’s not something you see every day, . . . or is it?’

Could it be that awakening is merely waking up and realizing you are a corpse, surrounded by other corpses?

Then perhaps ignorance is only being a corpse and not knowing it.

Where then do you go from here?

Perhaps I should buy a plot and bury myself, or maybe I already have, and that’s where I am now.

If not, what is it that gets buried in cemeteries then? Could these be the live ones?

Or, is that just the maggots, the rodents, and the insects playing with their food? (GRINS)

Basics: Mundane Verities

After decades of trying to understand reality, I’ve only gone from:
“I need to figure this out,” to “It’s impossible to know,” to “I don’t know whether it’s possible to know or not.”

But there are a few certainties, such as,
The refrigerator does not fill itself,
Nor does the bank account spontaneously grow,
Neither does the dishwasher self-load!

Reality may unfold on its own,
But laundry does not fold itself.
Awakening may be instantaneous,
But learning how to live is not!

Bare: Straightforward Reply

I felt horribly depressed and discouraged, but for some reason it came to me: supposing I imagine I am the Buddha before all the Buddhas, the only Buddha, the original Buddha (if there ever was such a Buddha).

Then there is no one to guide me but me.

What do I do? How do I do this? How do I find my way?

The answer came at once.

I create my way.
Minute by minute,
I make the unfolding path.
With each step,
I construct the bridge,
as it grows.
The trail is blazed,
and it glows.
A beacon seen,
from miles away,
for others who may follow.

Then suddenly, I knew what I had to do,
and so I got up from my cushion,
and cooked supper.