It is absolutely impossible to do certain spiritual exercises if you are habituated to an alarm clock. That most insidious of imaginary necessities. And that’s all I am going to say about it…
Category / Fiction
First Fisherman of April
Every year he comes briefly and faithful like wild violets, 8 or 9 seasons now, long as I defy the clock and occupy astounded this abode. It’s not true, how things seem, that he projects staunch solitude and won’t converse. But you must approach with reverence for nature, and show you’ve learnt how human natures all command respect. Else most you’ll get is a tipped forehead and good day.
Yunnan
Desire By Heart Or By Navel
Romance needs some help this Spring in the northern hemisphere. Reflections upon romantic infatuation (1) -today- via a dialogue in haikus (bad idea from the getgo), and (2) -tomorrow- via philosophical musings verging on the esoteric (perhaps worse)…
Sweetboy Turns Six
2 Forks Off The True
Advisory messages heard at the edge of an early spring’s rushing mountian stream, swollen and forceful with surging transformed snowmelt… Tell of what you’ve seen and know, living waters!
Word Weary
The earnest scholar scours his inner landscape for the elusive source of his discontent…
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Disputes Among Three Mirrors
Westernized Neo-Buddhism is eager at every opportunity to point out that Self is maya, an apparition, while the doctrine of no-self, anatta, is an early gleaned fruit on the path. I think this is both wrong and an incomplete interpretation. In truth, the conception of Self is evolving, and must do so more, especially now. This is the openly secret message behind the radical Gospel indication of I AM, most clearly evidenced in John. There are stages of I-ness which unfurl to the aspirant, qualities shed and cultivations added. A faucet spills liquid ceaselessly in a theater of consciousness. First we are the water; then with considerable effort we may become the faucet; perhaps later still the force of will which regulates the whole meshugina. But this is still only a beginning… Happy Easter!
Loosened
Karma Inside Her Blouse
Feelings around a pastiche of past and future romances part real, part imagination, part beyond truth or falsity.
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