When you stop
Connecting
Your moments
Together,
This is freedom.
When you stop
Thinking
That
This causes that
Or this gives rise to that,
When you stop
Thinking,
When this arises
That arises,
But instead
Realize
The spontaneity
Of all conditions and events,
Then you are free.
Free to be at ease,
Free to explore
The exploration
And all that accompanies all,
All that is all.
And then,
The roller coaster ride
Continues to unfold,
The train keeps running
Over the tracks;
You can enjoy the view
Or gasp in horror,
Squeal with delight
Or rest in effortlessness,
Laugh or cry in comfort or discomfort.
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Saturday, October 8, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Energized: Pining for Action
Those who think
They know
Know only
Thinking
And when the words come
They only sing
Like birds
But what do they mean?
My daily work
Is all about words,
Whereas,
I think I’d rather be
Working
In a garden,
Raking leaves
And preparing for winter;
How funny language is
And yet
We are so
Full of it!
Yap, yap, yap;
That’s what we do
But what’s the point?
(Not that there needs to be one)
We produce lots of hot air,
Perhaps that’s
The true source
Of The Greenhouse Effect!
All these human beings
Yapping all day,
Often without thinking
But either way it’s unavoidable
It’s just the way our lives are arranged.
They know
Know only
Thinking
And when the words come
They only sing
Like birds
But what do they mean?
My daily work
Is all about words,
Whereas,
I think I’d rather be
Working
In a garden,
Raking leaves
And preparing for winter;
How funny language is
And yet
We are so
Full of it!
Yap, yap, yap;
That’s what we do
But what’s the point?
(Not that there needs to be one)
We produce lots of hot air,
Perhaps that’s
The true source
Of The Greenhouse Effect!
All these human beings
Yapping all day,
Often without thinking
But either way it’s unavoidable
It’s just the way our lives are arranged.
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Delusion,
Practice Journal,
Wisdom
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Energetic: Suspension of Belief
When I was
Very young,
I was taught
That some day,
All good people
Would be resurrected
And in paradise
Would reside
In perfect happiness
For eternity;
And when I heard that,
I rejoiced,
Imagining myself
Spending an eternity
Studying
Every blade of grass;
But, just now,
I thought,
‘How naive,’
And at first
Was filled
With regret;
What foolishness!
How could I
Have been so gullible!
What a dolt I was
To have believed
Such an unlikely story as that!
But then at last,
I smiled,
For now instead
Of waiting on paradise,
I see eternity
In every blade of grass;
What absurdity! What folly!
Very young,
I was taught
That some day,
All good people
Would be resurrected
And in paradise
Would reside
In perfect happiness
For eternity;
And when I heard that,
I rejoiced,
Imagining myself
Spending an eternity
Studying
Every blade of grass;
But, just now,
I thought,
‘How naive,’
And at first
Was filled
With regret;
What foolishness!
How could I
Have been so gullible!
What a dolt I was
To have believed
Such an unlikely story as that!
But then at last,
I smiled,
For now instead
Of waiting on paradise,
I see eternity
In every blade of grass;
What absurdity! What folly!
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