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A series of Haiku for each ñāṇa.


1st

Look, two things are seen,
Seemingly seperated.
Mind, body, entwined.

2nd

Thought triggers tingles,
Cause, effect, and on and on..
Mind, body bouncing.

3rd
 
Thoughts loop without help,
Flickerings spark and vanish.
Mind, body frustrates.

4th

Closer, more sublte,
The gaps and spaces between.
Mind, body bursting.

5th

Thoughts arisecollapse.
No ground nor place to plant feet.
Mind, body dissolves.

6th

Danger signs, not good.
I do not like this one bit.
Mind, body wary.

7th

Heavy breathing, sigh,
Chest feels so agitated.
Mind, body clenches.

8th

Repulsed, brow furrowed.
Like rancid food, turn away.
Mind, body disgusts.

9th

A get-away plan,
Devising an escape route.
Mind, body wants out.

10th

Again, revisit,
Mind-body loops keep looping.
Mind, body again. 

11th

Panoramic views,
Merging traffic, ID free.
"Mind", "body" witnessed.

Post-11th


Phenomena synch,
Self, mosquito itch, the same.
"Mind", "body" collapse.

The Path

Difficult ascent,
Hitches, bumps, snags and hurdles.
Half-summit worth it.

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4/15/20 3:20 AM as a reply to Nikolai ..
Let me join you on the subject of maps not being the terrain emoticon 

Experiences come and go
None of them of any value
Mindfull acceptance

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4/15/20 7:01 AM as a reply to Papa Che Dusko.
Papa Che Dusko:
Let me join you on the subject of maps not being the terrain emoticon 

Experiences come and go
None of them of any value
Mindfull acceptance
Experiences, 
Do come and go, flux and flow
Value is assigned.

Mindful acceptance,
key to letting it all go. 
Tell that to old me. 

The map, not terrain, 
Terrain, littered with ignorance.
Knowledge clears it up. 

The map is a map, 
knowing to let go of it,
Mind-body is key.

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4/15/20 9:18 AM as a reply to Nikolai ..
Ah, Nikolai, my gratitude for the issuing of poetic licenses here at the Outlet is overwhelming. Please put my license fees on my tab, if you would be so kind.


Fucked, fucked, fucked, and freed

by all that fucking fuck fuck

to love this moment.

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4/15/20 9:20 AM as a reply to Papa Che Dusko.
Papa Che Dusko:
Let me join you on the subject of maps not being the terrain emoticon 

Experiences come and go
None of them of any value
Mindfull acceptance

My precious maps
have gone to shit, the manure
that fed this loving.

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4/15/20 9:24 AM as a reply to Nikolai ..
Nikolai .:


The Path

Difficult ascent,
Hitches, bumps, snags and hurdles.
Half-summit worth it.

I fell off that cliff,
buoyed by a single love word
from You, fathomless.

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4/15/20 7:57 PM as a reply to Tim Farrington.
Tim Farrington:
Nikolai .:


The Path

Difficult ascent,
Hitches, bumps, snags and hurdles.
Half-summit worth it.

I fell off that cliff,
buoyed by a single love word
from You, fathomless.
Lovely.

Here is an old one, but I'm still proud of it.

Skin itches and mind bitches
Thoughts shape and entice.
Bubbling chest, thoughts unrest,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Past regrets revelry,
Bubbling chest gets heavy.
Thoughts trapped in agitation net,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Vibes and pains and vibes and aches,
There was never any control for frack’s sake.
Heavy chest, you suck!
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Heavy chest, let’s shine the light,
Vibrating heavy, vibrating delight.
Body bursting and mind is high,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Fast and revolving, and losing hold,
Nothing stable , slightly troubled.
Dissolving makes the head go round,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

What…? Where..? Who is there?
Oh god, so primal. Sweaty palms.
Anxiety makes the tummy grumble,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Awoken dragon, breathing fire,
Body burning with desire.
Avert! Avert! Depression sounds,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Body, mind so bitter-sour,
Life takes on the state of dour.
Disenchantment reigns the day,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Mind wants out! Enough is had!
Cries for freedom, longing, mad.
Must escape this hell in “me”!
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Misery walls, misery moat.
Fort of misery, misery catapult.
Buckle your belt, and hold your ground,
As "you" are nowhere in the mix. 

Head above the current tow,
All a flux and all a flow.
Dissipated, wide and calm,
And there is no-one in the mix. 

Head still above the shifting tide,
The key is turned, the door swung wide.
The senses cut, the kill switch flicked,
A “Self” was never ever in the mix.

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4/15/20 7:30 PM as a reply to Nikolai ..
Nikolai .:
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Nikolai:

Thoughts shape and entice.
Bubbling chest, thoughts unrest,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix.

Past regrets revelry,
Bubbling chest gets heavy.
Thoughts trapped in agitation net,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Vibes and pains and vibes and aches,
There was never any control for frack’s sake
Heavy chest, you suck!
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Heavy chest, let’s shine the light,
Vibrating heavy, vibrating delight.
Body bursting and mind is high,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Fast and revolving, and losing hold,
Nothing stable , slightly troubled.
Dissolving makes the head go round,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

What…? Where..? Who is there?
Oh god, so primal. Sweaty palms.
Anxiety makes the tummy grumble,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Awoken dragon, breathing fire,
Body burning with desire.
Avert! Avert! Depression sounds,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Body, mind so bitter-sour,
Life takes on the state of dour.
Disenchantment reigns the day,
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Mind wants out! Enough is had!
Cries for freedom, longing, mad.
Must escape this hell in “me”!
And "I" am nowhere in the mix. 

Misery walls, misery moat.
Fort of misery, misery catapult.
Buckle your belt, and hold your ground,
As "you" are nowhere in the mix. 

Head above the current tow,
All a flux and all a flow.
Dissipated, wide and calm,
And there is no-one in the mix. 

Head still above the shifting tide,
The key is turned, the door swung wide.
The senses cut, the kill switch flicked,
A “Self” was never ever in the mix.






Wow, that can be read as the entire journey, a single meditation, a fractal round of the stages of Insight. I lean toward the single meditation session reading, myself. Love the plays on the refrain line, sly and mantra-like, the bass beat.

This could be the lyrics for a very interesting country western song. Depending on the country.

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4/17/20 1:52 AM as a reply to Nikolai ..

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4/28/20 3:03 PM as a reply to Nikolai ..
Breakin’ Momma’s Heart

I know that i did it

when i called

collect

from that desert place

at midnight

way down toward Lone Pine,

just before the desert

really dries out

going east,

for the first time,

beyond grades now

forever.

I felt the pause

like a knife

that night.

It was still bright daylight

there in paradise

where you and the family

worked and played.


I heard it in the catch

in your voicewhen you said

I just remember

Mrs. Butler

the master teacher

of your fourth-grade class

telling me she saw

nothing
nothing

nothing

but gloryahead

for little Timmy. 



It broke my heart

to do that thing

to you.

The only thing that saved me

was the truth:

knowing

I would never be as bold as you, mother of mine,

nor as brave and bulletproof

as that man you married.




for fun, the draft version:



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4/28/20 12:53 PM as a reply to Tim Farrington.
As I look on peerless stars,
Gravity pulling low the firmament,
A seed will drop from moon to navel,
Slow drop, and be caught in the withered palms
Of vision. And I will see again the stars,
Polished in their new-bound clarity,
And the seed will turn to cypress as
The fruits of the dead grow heavy. . .

Awake!

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4/28/20 1:11 PM as a reply to Incandescent Flower.
Incandescent Flower:
As I look on peerless stars,
Gravity pulling low the firmament,
A seed will drop from moon to navel,
Slow drop, and be caught in the withered palms
Of vision. And I will see again the stars,
Polished in their new-bound clarity,
And the seed will turn to cypress as
The fruits of the dead grow heavy.
Perfect. I'd go with this version--- why hit the thing again when the nail is in the board.

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4/29/20 4:58 PM as a reply to Tim Farrington.
Thanks for the input. I made a mistake, the line should read 'Before me the fruits of the dead grow heavy.' I was a little sleepy when I posted.

Again, thanks.

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4/30/20 6:02 AM as a reply to Incandescent Flower.
like?:
As I look on peerless stars,
Gravity pulling low the firmament,
A seed will drop from moon to navel,
Slow drop, and be caught in the withered palms
Of vision. And I will see again the stars,
Polished in their new-bound clarity,
And the seed will turn to cypress as
Before me the fruits of the dead grow heavy.
whaddaya think? it's a killer poem, Flower.

love, tim

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5/3/20 1:26 PM as a reply to Tim Farrington.
Yep, that would be it. I think I like your version better. Thanks for the feedback. Here's another one:

Dragonfly

It whizzes past
& lands on
a leaning cattail.

I get closer;
rings of
irridescence flicker.

Detaching from
the stem it
resumes patrol,

rising on
a brush of wind,
bobbing out of sight.

-K

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5/3/20 1:46 PM as a reply to Incandescent Flower.
emoticon

Yes!

Yes!

YESSSS!