Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry, psychology on Jun 23rd, 2010
dumbfounded
they say the map
is not the terrain
and words are symbols
concepts are abstractions
aren’t they?
abstracted from the map
the babbling mind
that pull us out of presence
we are removed by the chatter
from the stuff that matters
and though the feel is real
it’s the quiet visual
that leaves me dumbfounded
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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry, psychology on Jun 23rd, 2010
where we came from
it’s as much an “and” as an “or”
the opening and closing the door
and it’s a “letting go” for sure
I sound as though I’ve been there
we fell a long way
from “being”
to comprehensions
(and it’s awfully confusing
this comprehending,
this trying to understand)
but they tell me “knowing”
is where we’re going
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Posted in Buddhism, Consciousness, metaphysics, psychology on Apr 12th, 2010
I was telling Tee that I needed a simple text, an “Enlightenment for Dummies”, and she replied that finally there is no guide… you have to go the last step alone, uncharted… ultimately all the Gurus will tell you that for the finally step there is no path, no bridge. You have to jump… and [...]
Posted in Buddhism, Consciousness, poetry on Mar 15th, 2010
Behold: the Business of Isness
I have found an answer to the puzzle
and of course it is not The Answer
Mooji says
ask who the I is
ask who the watcher
who is it that sees?
and Mooji says
I’m not interested in the answer
just study the question
who am I
who am I
who am I
and the answer is The Jewel in the Lotus
Om [...]
Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry on Dec 18th, 2009
Terry Prachett said something like…
I’d rather be a rising ape
then a fallen angel
we are monkeys
who stopped throwing shit
got down
off the trees
and ended up building things
like lampposts
the renaissance ape
that’s so much more interesting
than bread fish and ribs
wine and dust
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Posted in Consciousness, metaphysics, poetry on Dec 11th, 2009
I’ve been polishing this poem ( posted as stumblings)…
Untitled: at the bottom of the glass…
at the bottom of the glass
cold currents cut between us
I saw oceans and islands
separated
isolated
these bodies
these others
they seemed empty
sure we are not concrete
and we are ephemera
shifting constellations
a flux
“consciousness” “awareness” “mind”
is it more than a jig
an air
shadows swimming
in bliss and fear
illusions
confusions
momentary clarities
stones in [...]
