| | It Should make a very large important disclaimer at the start of the Impossi-tune-totaling-Self-ID-Is-history-Muses-Music-Thread-and Never Noise:
Muses and Music only take you so far down the highway
It had to go into silent running and solitary confinement to do it's work for a longish time, just like some of you, for a long time. Put in a lot of 'mat time' over the 15 years past and it was very silent indeed much of the time.
I'm on a break, ok? Having too much of a nice time with my M+D, too much to care for fathoming the deeps right now. I won't have the time and they won't either, to be with each other too much longer. I'm 'chillin' my meditation gears out for now and more into attempting people-ish stuff.
Ordinarily my practice is "No People, No Pets, No Problems." So, you are not going to be suffering me for too long in any case, may as well enjoy it while you can, I'll have even less reason 'to exist' when the near and dear "move on".
So yeah, if the last thing you need running circles on cycles in your head is a wicked good pop song then stay the heck away from this thread. If you are cool with it and that stuff doesn't leave any impression on you because you are so hardcore to the core then great jump in with your Demon Thrash Metal Tibetan Orchestral Music or whatever.
Shucks, that reminds me, MahaVishnu Orchestra! How could I forget them!
I bean thinking I might just toss in a bunch of cool quotations from books and some pics as well, well we'll see,,,,,,...... ... .. .
THE PLAY: AS BEFORE, NOW, AND ONGOING, IN IT'S THREE ACTS
It's Two Movements, Major and Minor, and at Rest
The Five Baskets of Truth, Direct Knowledge and Understanding - Five Loaves The Major and Minor Disciplines - and Two Fishes
- For Those Adrift, Working With or Working Against the Currents of the Stream or otherwise at Sea.
THE SOUL TRAIN AND THE LONG MARCH
Introduction
This presentation is at best, at present, in a form that might be characterized as predominantly Chaotic. Bringing any kind of a comprehensible Order to such chaos, is at least in some senses a kind of a practical work. However when One has Mastered any such Chaos one may, in so doing Be Fully and Entirely At Rest, At Ease and Satisfied in the Truth, Knowledge and Understanding of such Work and Confident, that at the very least only Playful Performance Remains of Such A Ones Desires, Hopes, and Dreams.
So, please expect any such order to come to this thread, or any other of my threads, if ever, to only near completion over some expanse of time. I am so far, enjoying these practices. It is my hope that in so doing no one else is harmed or disadvantaged in any ways. Any others, so like minded, are entirely welcome to join with me in this work and playful practice or any like minded performance.
I would like to thank everyone for the cool and refreshing, warm and enthusiastic welcomes I have received upon reprising within this virtual and virtuous time and space known as the DhO. Were I to in anyway(s) modify its sign or nature it is only in in an effort to simply the DhO to DO.
I have lived and live in a cooler place in space much of the time and any free heat is always a bargain. As for the cool I am well acquainted, as some perhaps even here may already well understand. As such, I welcome all the warmth, your oh so similar and or oh so different voices also bring and share with my heart and my mind.
Since participating in our conversations, discourses and even on occasions a very few debates thus far, I have had some time to consider and reflect on some of the emergent themes. Note well, good friends and fellows the many imperfections of my thoughts, speech and actions thus far and any clarity and directness, rightness and truth, such as these may also so contain and represent. For I have much work yet before me, to be so done, before any of this is completed, be it here and now, or similarly elsewhere at another time and space.
It is my sense, that any path, be it golden, white or black, blue, red or green, has many consistencies, in it's truths, it's names and it's forms. Some being of the mind and its heart, some of the body and its heart. Such as these be then, they have their Norths, and their Souths, their compasses and cathedrals for such arts and sciences.
Many of these, these triple enfolding and unfolding threads, which I have initiated here at the DhO, change and DO continue to change. The triple-threads variously approach the arts and sciences of these our various minds, and the languages of these hearts of our innumerable and many universes, both without and within, in as many different forms and shapes, and with as many different signs and names.
As such, in all of this, I must easily confess, I am not yet perfected and complete, and in my knowledge and understanding of all such forms and most particularly all of these changing manifold forms (as)signs. I count myself among the least in assigning names to the forms I perceive. So with all due humility I beg you will forgive me my very many past, present and future errors, in all of these respects. In mind and heart, and in form and name, it is my sense that the Truth is so consistent and remarkable, and so Perfected and Complete in every way, it has struck me deeply and to the very heart of my beings.
In the many such and very similar conceits as do remain, I shake and tremble, in the same such ways, all of the ways within and all of the ways without that one may do so and remain so, as such. So shall I continue on, until at last, within and without, in whatever time and space, this Truth both within and without me Is At Rest, Made Perfect and Complete, in these same and in every sense that must be so known and understood, and in whatever other ways it's metamorphosis must flower in its Wisdom and in its Understanding.
So, it is in this, the great Compassion of the Noble Truth, and in the business of its most Wise and wearisome Ways, that I shall continue to cooperate in its perfection of this, as such. Thus Kamma is both the smallest and greatest of these many Noble Truths; in heart and mind, name and form, and yet the anxieties and agitations and conceits of kamma which are still within me and upon me so too do remain as such.
This thread is more to the arts, as is so often the case, within the metaphoric senses, and the metamorphic processes of the Noble Truth's consistencies, without and within, and it links to the related knowledges and understandings of these arts and sciences, such this as pertains to life and living, and most particularly in it's more poetic and musical forms, such as these may also be so found, so mourned and so celebrated.
Many may have noticed by now that I do not live in a constant 'bliss state' and that I have a full range of emotional responses. It is my sense that these are important aspects of human nature and that all forms of displeasure and discomfort are important and necessary parts of out being and becoming. I don't know if these go away when all kamma making but I do think that they are necessary and vital parts of being and becoming that must be there to signal us and sign us to knowledge and understanding.
It isn't what we feel that is important, it is what we DO about what we feel that is the driver of all Change.
Respect the Truth of your Being and Becoming and that of all other beings and becomings.
If we think of Us as Us and respect Us the earth will sing for all of Us again.
Peace Flowers Forth into Wisdom and Liberation.
-triplethink.
The Marching Band in the Sky
As Art and Science
Nobody Home
"Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington" "Who's that?" "Rose Pilchitt!" "Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?" [Kid screams in background. foreground: "Shut Up!"] "36-24-36 does that answer your question?" [foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"] "Who's she?" "She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 ... "
I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on. Got those swollen hand blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from. I've got electric light. And I've got second sight. And amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm. And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got a silver spoon on a chain. I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes. And I've got a strong urge to fly. But I got nowhere to fly to. Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots and I got fading roots.
"Where the hell are you?" "Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft" "Where the hell are you Simon?" [Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]
- Pink Floyd (- Roger Waters) 3:25
De do do do de da da da
Don't think me unkind Words are hard to find They're only cheques I've left unsigned From the banks of chaos in my mind And when their eloquence escapes me Their logic ties me up and rapes me
De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true
Poets priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions Words that scream for your submission And no-one's jamming their transmission 'Cos when their eloquence escapes you Their logic ties you up and rapes you
De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true
-The Police
Both Sides
Rows and flows of angel hair And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud To say "I love you" right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way
Oh but now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they tell me that I've changed Well something's lost but something's gained In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all
- Joni Mitchell
Circle Game
Yesterday, a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Then, the child moved ten times 'round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, "When you're older", must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels through the town And they tell him, "Take your time. It won't be long now. 'Til you drag your feet to slow the circles down"
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through.
And the seasons they go 'round and 'round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and 'round and 'round In the circle game And go 'round and 'round and 'round in the circle game.
-Joni Mitchell
Signs
And the sign said, "Long-haired freaky people need not apply "
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said, "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do "
So I took off my hat, I said, "Imagine that, huh, me workin' for you "
Whoa, oh, oh Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? And the sign said, Anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So, I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house
"Hey, what gives you the right?
To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, He'd tell you to your face, man, you're some kinda sinner" Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? Now, hey you, Mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said, You got to have a membership card to get inside, ugh And the sign said, "Everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray "
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all
I didn't have a penny to pay
So, I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me, I'm alive and doin' fine, woo Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
- Five Man Electrical Band
Zoo Station
I'm ready I'm ready for the laughing gas I'm ready I'm ready for what's next I'm ready to duck I'm ready to dive I'm ready to say I'm glad to be alive I'm ready I'm ready for the push
In the cool of the night In the warmth of the breeze I'll be crawling around On my hands and knees
She's Just down the line...Zoo Station Got to make it on time...Zoo Station
I'm ready I'm ready for the gridlock I'm ready To take it to the street I'm ready for the shuffle Ready for the deal Ready to let go of the steering wheel I'm ready Ready for the crush
She's just down the line... Zoo Station Got to make it on time... Zoo Station
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright It's alright... it's alright... it's alright... It's alright
Hey baby... hey baby... hey baby... hey baby... It's alright, it's alright
(Alright, you can turn it up)
Time is a train Makes the future the past Leaves you standing in the station Your face pressed up against the glass
I'm just down the line from your love... Zoo Station You know I'm under the sign... Zoo Station I've got to make it on time Make it on time... Zoo Station I'm gonna be there... Zoo Station Tracing the line... Zoo Station That's alright... Zoo Station Just two stops down the line... Zoo Station Just a stop down the line...
- U2
Even Better Than the Real Thing
One
et al - Achtung Baby - U2
The Soul Cages
The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard There's a bloodless moon where the ocean died A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat? Where is the keeper in his carrion coat? Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies Where is the child with his father's eyes?
There are the soul cages These are the soul cages
He's the king of the ninth world The twisted son of the fog bells toll In each and every lobster cage A tortured human soul
These are the souls of broken factories The subject slaves of the broken crown The dead accounting of old guilty promises These are the souls of the broken town
These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages
'I have a wager' the brave child spoke The fisherman laughed, though disturbed at the joke 'You will drink what I drink but you must equal me And if the drink leaves me standing, A soul shall go free'
'I have here a cask of most magical wine A vintage that blessed every ship in the line It's wrung from the blood of the sailor's who died Young white bodies adrift in the tide'
'And what's in it for me my pretty young thing? Why should I whistle, when the caged bird sings? If you lose a wager with the king of the sea You'll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me'
These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages
A body lies open in the fisherman's yard Like the side of a ship where the iceberg rips One less soul in the soul cages One last curse on the fisherman's lips
These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages These are the soul cages
Swim to the light Swim to the light
He dreamed of the ship on the sea It would carry his father and he To a place they could never be found To a place far away from this town A Newcastle ship without coals They would sail to the island of souls
-Sting
Take Me to the River
Take me to the river, drop me in the water Take me to the river, drop me in the water, water I don't know why I love her like I do All the trouble that you put me through Take my money, my cigarettes I haven't seen the worst of it yet I wanna know, can you'll tell me? I love to stay Take me to the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water) Dip me in the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water, water)
I don't know why you treat me so bad Think of all the things that we could have had Love is an ocean, I can't forget My sweet sixteen I would never regret I wanna know, can you'll tell me? I love to stay Take me to the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water) Dip in to the river (Take me to the river), push me in the water (Drop me in the water, water) Hold me, squeeze me, love me, tease me 'Till I can, 'till I can, I can't tell Come on and take me to the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water) Dip in to the river (Take me to the river), push me in the water (Drop me in the water, water) (Get down Jerry, get down Jerry) (Good to go, get ready) (Are you ready Annabelle?) (Come on lets go) I don't know why I love you like I do All the changes that you put me through Sixteen candles there on my wall And I commin' on the biggest fool of them all I wanna know can you'll tell me I love to stay Take me to the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water) Dip me in the river (Take me to the river), drop me in the water (Drop me in the water, water) Take me to the river, drop me in the water Take me in the river, drop me in the water, water Take me to the river, drop me in the water Take me in the river, drop me in the water, water Take me to the river, drop me in the water Take me in the river, drop me in the water, water Take me in the river, drop me in the water Take me in the river, drop me in the water, water Take me in the river, drop me in the water Take me in the river, drop me in the water, water
Writers: Green, Al L. / Hodges, Mabon (original rec. Talking Heads / esp. appreciated - Annie Lenox ver. f/ "Medusa")
Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, You legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, Rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, You piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, And sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
- Pink Floyd - Writers: Rodger Waters, David Jon Gilmour, Rick Wright
Fallen Angel
Are you out there Can you hear me Can you see me in the dark I don't believe it's all for nothing It's not just written in the sand Sometimes I thought you felt too much And you crossed into the shadowland And the river was overflowing And the sky was fiery red You gotta play the hand that's dealt ya That's what the old man always said Fallen Angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one In my dream the pipes were playing In my dream I lost a friend Come down Gabriel and blow your horn 'Cause some day we will meet again Fallen Angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one All the tears All the rage All the blues in the night If my eyes could see You kneeling in the silver light Fallin', fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin', fallin' down Fallin', fallin' down Fallen Angel Casts a shadow up against the sun If my eyes could see The spirit of the chosen one All the tears All the rage All the blues in the night If my eyes could see You kneeling in the silver light If you're out there can you touch me Can you see me I don't know If you're out there can you reach me Lay a flower in the snow
- Robbie Robertson (All of first self titled Solo Album is stunning) - Writers: Robbie Robertson and Martin George Page
Secret World
I stood in this sun sheltered place 'Til I could see the face behind the face All that had gone before had left no trace
Down by the railway siding In our secret world, we were colliding All the places we were hiding love What was it we were thinking of?
So I watch you wash your hair Underwater, unaware And the plane flies through the air Did you think you didn't have to choose it That I alone could win or lose it In all the places we were hiding love What was it we were thinking of?
In this house of make believe Divided in two, like Adam and Eve You put out and I receive
Down by the railway siding In our secret world, we were colliding In all the places we were hiding love What was it we were thinking of?
Oh the wheel is turning spinning round and round And the house is crubling but the stairways stand
With no guilt and no shame, no sorrow or blame Whatever it is, we are all the same
Making it up in our secret world [x3] Shaking it up Breaking it up Making it up in our secret world
Seeing things that were not there On a wing on a prayer In this state of disrepair
Shh, listen...
- Peter Gabriel from the Album "US" (outstanding) - Writer - Ronan Hardiman
[ BIG NEWS OF BIG SEASON OF GIFT/GIVING IN THE NEWS!
WELCOME BODHI'S _ _ _ : )
In the news, first time I hear it, moments ago, 'More Tibetans Naturalizing to this good country!' Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Thanks for this, lofty one's, safe and happy journeys, safe and pleasant returns!
You know friendlies, some of you know it, this son's on guard duty w/ no identity, never flew the natural flag, { maple leaf } so many on the trees!
How long the mountain kingdoms' { Tibetan Flag } has been in my garden, since seeing those great heart's go forth, I knew you were coming eventually, so good to see you here.
- upekkha ] ____________________________________________________________________________ |