C C C:
triple think:
C C C:
You think you want to prevent other people suffering, but really what you want is to end your own potential for suffering.
The only reason why the world's strife is a problem is because it makes you feel bad. If it didn't make you feel bad, then all the murder, torture, warfare and abuse would not be a problem.
To end suffering, we are told to stop holding opinions about things. Apparently the world is exactly as it should be. If you struggle internally against that idea, then that's the old ego preventing you from knowing your true self. Struggle is the ego at play. Wanting things to be better or different is the ego at play.
Thunk it Thru again CCC
Thunk again a little more
Eye
Tries again to set it free
Tries again a little more
I see the reflector
I see the objector
See the time and space and more
See in to it ever day
One eye looking either way
It's difficult to snore
Head out to the door
Eye
Seed the flowers on the floor
I am is the acceptor
Thus is what a flower's for
If all the animals on the equator were capable of flattery, then Thanksgiving and Hallowe'en would fall on the same date.
Cryptic messages can be fun but only when the other person is in on the joke. Otherwise it's a form of narcissism, don't you think?
hi CCC
If it makes you think/feel in any way that you or I am bettered or improved to think my shitty poetry is narcissistic, by all means go ahead and proclaim it bloody crap CCC. It sounds like a fair assessment.
Here is your "assisted punchline" for the "visually impaired" then:This seems like the place to tell 'the story of the tiger' in my signature.
There is nowhere else for these last of the Thai tigers to go besides the butchers outside the gate.
The monks at the Wat where I am in this picture have taken in a host of displaced wildlife in southern Thailand.
The big cats live with the monastics and were found as orphaned cubs.
Villagers come upon the cubs mewing at the skinned carcases of the mother cats and take them to the Wat. The skins are a valuable black market commodity and bring a high price. Large tigers don't last long in the wild given the prices these skins fetch.
The monks do their work with the wildlife in these same ways with orphans of many species at the same time. The monks and volunteers radiate BrahmaViharas in and around the cubs and adult cats 24/7 to heal them of their traumas. They all sleep with the cats and live near to them all of the time. The monastics and volunteers are always covered in cat scent, cat piss and cat scat. They sleep and walk with the cats near to them day and night. Everywhere the scent of cat in the heat is intense. It is a tiger hothouse with a concentrated amonia-like sticky and pungent scent.
Every day the ( two dozen or so at that time ) cats get about 20 pounds of raw meat at around 11 a.m.. After the cats are well fed and the noon day sun beats down ( when I was there about 42 C ) with its full heat, the cats sleep for a couple hours. At this point the traveling curious are allowed to visit for a few hours.
After the tourists have had a chance to pet and hug the cats for a while; any visitors, the cats, the monks and the volunteers go for a walk together among the herds of water buffalo, deer and other wildlife also living at the Wat.
The volunteers understand, as the monks do, that if a cat should become upset or violent, what they will do is step in between the cat(s) and any visitor and let the cat maul them instead.
This is what Samsara is like now in this world.
I, my father, my friends, anyone like us understands that all we can do is stand in between murders on one side and murderers on the other side and be destroyed.
We all think/feel that there are better places than this world to be and become in.
Any one of us would rather die than harm another and we would rather die than have another harm any other.
This is our understanding and this is our practice, knee deep in shit, piss and blood, this is our world today.
We do not think it is difficult to see this about our world, it seems obvious to us
We do not think it is funny and we do not make fun of it.
Sorry again for my bloody, pissy, shitty poetry.
Please, take care, not to step in my shit, piss and blood when my day to become meat and skin also arrives.
-triplethink