So, once satisfaction
Is obtained
What then?
What’s all the fuss?
Compassion arises
Towards all the world,
For which
There is no solution
But one
Has to try,
For that’s
How it goes,
We still
Need a problem
To solve,
No matter how impossible;
Tis our nature,
It seems,
To always be seeking
Solutions and applying these;
This futility
Knows no bounds
But it’s okay,
Just what we do;
It feels so good
To make the effort;
And without stress
We’d all be droopy noodles!
It’s the way of all beings
To pursue,
Even when
Nothing will do.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Drill: Penetrating Sense or Nonsense?
On one sunny Saturday
These words came to me,
Which may well be baloney
Or could be true—you decide:
That as there is
No solution to
All the suffering
There is no problem.
But how can this be?
The argument goes
That problems imply
Solutions,
And furthermore,
Solutions suggest problems
But if there is no solution
Then there can be no problem.
The Four Noble Truths
Is a paradox
That cannot be solved
And hence points to a non-solution;
It is as if
We are solutions
Seeking problems,
But these are not separate things,
Thus to see the complete
Is all that’s needed,
And then
Craving can be conquered.
“Huh?” You ask, “But how?”
By satisfaction, naturally,
Which only requires
The decision to be satisfied,
Abandoning this futile non-problem-solving drive.
These words came to me,
Which may well be baloney
Or could be true—you decide:
That as there is
No solution to
All the suffering
There is no problem.
But how can this be?
The argument goes
That problems imply
Solutions,
And furthermore,
Solutions suggest problems
But if there is no solution
Then there can be no problem.
The Four Noble Truths
Is a paradox
That cannot be solved
And hence points to a non-solution;
It is as if
We are solutions
Seeking problems,
But these are not separate things,
Thus to see the complete
Is all that’s needed,
And then
Craving can be conquered.
“Huh?” You ask, “But how?”
By satisfaction, naturally,
Which only requires
The decision to be satisfied,
Abandoning this futile non-problem-solving drive.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Driftwood: Work Music
Did I dream it?
Or, did we
Just have a debate
About
Who is responsible
For putting the
Telephone equipment away
At the end of the shift?
And on my way home,
It came to me, a vision of the future:
I’m the last one out
And I hear the phone ringing,
I pick up the receiver, and “Hey you!
This is the phone speaking,
I’m certifiable,
Put me away!”
“Are you talking to me?
I gasp, goggle-eyed.
“Do you see any other
‘Hey yous,’ around here?”
I glance about suspiciously
Looking for ‘me impersonators,’
“Nope,”
“Well then?” squawks the handset accusingly,
And so, I disconnect,
Replace the receiver on the cradle,
Gingerly grasp the now disarmed demon,
Stow it and double check the cabinet is locked,
I then attempt to simultaneously
Walk out nonchalantly but as fast as possible,
Without looking back,
Glad of the narrow escape!
Or, did we
Just have a debate
About
Who is responsible
For putting the
Telephone equipment away
At the end of the shift?
And on my way home,
It came to me, a vision of the future:
I’m the last one out
And I hear the phone ringing,
I pick up the receiver, and “Hey you!
This is the phone speaking,
I’m certifiable,
Put me away!”
“Are you talking to me?
I gasp, goggle-eyed.
“Do you see any other
‘Hey yous,’ around here?”
I glance about suspiciously
Looking for ‘me impersonators,’
“Nope,”
“Well then?” squawks the handset accusingly,
And so, I disconnect,
Replace the receiver on the cradle,
Gingerly grasp the now disarmed demon,
Stow it and double check the cabinet is locked,
I then attempt to simultaneously
Walk out nonchalantly but as fast as possible,
Without looking back,
Glad of the narrow escape!
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