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Writing is a practice
tircle _, modified 1 Year ago at 1/31/23 5:13 PM
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Writing is a practice
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Here,
now,
this is not other than arising form, translucent,
is it my vlog? anatta. Be guest as we are. be or not, dissolved and emotional.
non reactive more than a river.
koan half.
and square root
blisfull with optogenetics
of prioproceptive pathways
now,
this is not other than arising form, translucent,
is it my vlog? anatta. Be guest as we are. be or not, dissolved and emotional.
non reactive more than a river.
koan half.
and square root
blisfull with optogenetics
of prioproceptive pathways
Robert L, modified 1 Year ago at 1/31/23 6:26 PM
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RE: Writing is a practice
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RE: Writing is a practice
Posts: 103 Join Date: 2/10/19 Recent PostsB B, modified 1 Year ago at 2/3/23 12:15 PM
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RE: Writing is a practice
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The mind is a fart.
It hits your nose like... So gross.
Spending your winter.
Looking for the star
But have never found the sun
Always autumn dawn.
A witch spells goggles
And hands them out to babies,
But you're no sucker.
Bindus vajra chains
Mandalas of deities
Not-- Dharmadhatu
The unsuffering
Unconditioned emerges--
Halt! "Double vision"
Relax and let go.
There's really nothing to see.
Enjoy your season.
Relaxing my eyes
Not looking into it too much
I escape spacetime.<--
At first it seems like
You are building a mind trap.
It's not. It's a door.
If it's harsh it's true.
Raw nerve is the way it feels.
Anyway... Be free.
Behind the eyes
Where I dwell in the city,
My mind is touchless.
Void, wetness and such,
Is experienced as joy
What else do you want?
Here's the great challenge...
To be released anywhere.
Relaxed and alert.
The subtle clear light
Is just a little lighthouse
Lighting safe passage.
Contact, feeling ---> words...
This is the place to break it.
Vapor disperses.
Bored, lonely --> Angry...
Why will no one notice me?
Floating on a cloud.
Dream yoga, wake up,
Ganapuja all day long,
Keep the path simple.
All beings... Be happy!
Vows and wishes of Buddha.
Waking up to that.
It hits your nose like... So gross.
Spending your winter.
Looking for the star
But have never found the sun
Always autumn dawn.
A witch spells goggles
And hands them out to babies,
But you're no sucker.
Bindus vajra chains
Mandalas of deities
Not-- Dharmadhatu
The unsuffering
Unconditioned emerges--
Halt! "Double vision"
Relax and let go.
There's really nothing to see.
Enjoy your season.
Relaxing my eyes
Not looking into it too much
I escape spacetime.<--
At first it seems like
You are building a mind trap.
It's not. It's a door.
If it's harsh it's true.
Raw nerve is the way it feels.
Anyway... Be free.
Behind the eyes
Where I dwell in the city,
My mind is touchless.
Void, wetness and such,
Is experienced as joy
What else do you want?
Here's the great challenge...
To be released anywhere.
Relaxed and alert.
The subtle clear light
Is just a little lighthouse
Lighting safe passage.
Contact, feeling ---> words...
This is the place to break it.
Vapor disperses.
Bored, lonely --> Angry...
Why will no one notice me?
Floating on a cloud.
Dream yoga, wake up,
Ganapuja all day long,
Keep the path simple.
All beings... Be happy!
Vows and wishes of Buddha.
Waking up to that.
Robert L, modified 1 Year ago at 2/3/23 3:58 PM
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RE: Writing is a practice
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RE: Writing is a practice
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Body
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Object dissolves
sensations pass away and arrise
intertwined freely in senses of many derivatives
gain?
equanimity
universal - flows or potentiality
calm
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Object dissolves
sensations pass away and arrise
intertwined freely in senses of many derivatives
gain?
equanimity
universal - flows or potentiality
calm
B B, modified 6 Months ago at 7/12/24 2:58 AM
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RE: Writing is a practice
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Catch myself slipping
At the moment of dreaming
Waking, sleeping dream.
Unlimited mind
In a moment beyond time
Nothing to affirm
Sleep and catch the show.
Clear light void is the Buddha.
Then void all the scenes.
Void is the moment,
Before sleeping or waking,
When senses bundle.
Dream is the moment
When senses bundle and judge.
Stay prior to that.
Time's flow is dreaming.
Ati is lit before time.
Witness timelessness.
This is our yoga:
Clear light beyond time,
Beyond five senses.
Day and night fools will
Judge, compare and gauge their dreams.
Deeper entangling...
The wise always see:
Void clear light canopy vaults.
Sense entropy melts.
Before five senses
Wind up a scene and story,
Sounds and lights burst wise.
Dharmakaya space
Is all possiblities.
Point of Beast/Buddha
The end of karma:
The act of not believing
Anything you deem.
The end of phala:
Letting everything drop off
Bright autumn sunshine
Wisdom is just this:
Without the self-deceptions
The mind helps itself.
Emotion always
Results from opinion,
Driving will power.
Beings are Vajra.
Offer to the void light mind,
Easy pure vision.
Beings are habits
Vinyl records skip, repeat
Stacks of them pile high.
How to act Vajra:
Respond in clear light void mind.
Throw self and other in.
Eight consciousnesses
Like colors of the palette,
Illusion's canvas.
Kayas shine within.
Illuminating its own
Qualia by eight.
At the moment of dreaming
Waking, sleeping dream.
Unlimited mind
In a moment beyond time
Nothing to affirm
Sleep and catch the show.
Clear light void is the Buddha.
Then void all the scenes.
Void is the moment,
Before sleeping or waking,
When senses bundle.
Dream is the moment
When senses bundle and judge.
Stay prior to that.
Time's flow is dreaming.
Ati is lit before time.
Witness timelessness.
This is our yoga:
Clear light beyond time,
Beyond five senses.
Day and night fools will
Judge, compare and gauge their dreams.
Deeper entangling...
The wise always see:
Void clear light canopy vaults.
Sense entropy melts.
Before five senses
Wind up a scene and story,
Sounds and lights burst wise.
Dharmakaya space
Is all possiblities.
Point of Beast/Buddha
The end of karma:
The act of not believing
Anything you deem.
The end of phala:
Letting everything drop off
Bright autumn sunshine
Wisdom is just this:
Without the self-deceptions
The mind helps itself.
Emotion always
Results from opinion,
Driving will power.
Beings are Vajra.
Offer to the void light mind,
Easy pure vision.
Beings are habits
Vinyl records skip, repeat
Stacks of them pile high.
How to act Vajra:
Respond in clear light void mind.
Throw self and other in.
Eight consciousnesses
Like colors of the palette,
Illusion's canvas.
Kayas shine within.
Illuminating its own
Qualia by eight.
terry, modified 6 Months ago at 7/12/24 1:46 PM
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RE: Writing is a practice
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well it's a pleasure rubbing elbows...
insight into truth
buds
develops
flowers
metamorphoses
ripens
fruits
decays
seeds
germinates
sprouts
buds
a chain of becoming
at any given moment
before its prime
past its prime
100, 000 flowers
or fruits
none is perfect
in the moment
none is not perfect
in fullness
look to the infant for inspiration
and honor the child
insight into truth
buds
develops
flowers
metamorphoses
ripens
fruits
decays
seeds
germinates
sprouts
buds
a chain of becoming
at any given moment
before its prime
past its prime
100, 000 flowers
or fruits
none is perfect
in the moment
none is not perfect
in fullness
look to the infant for inspiration
and honor the child
terry, modified 6 Months ago at 7/12/24 2:45 PM
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it’s all over now, baby blue
(bob dylan)
[Verse 1]
You must leave now
Take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
[Chorus]
Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Verse 2]
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
[Chorus]
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Verse 3]
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed armies are going home
Your lover, who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
[Chorus]
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 4]
Leave your stepping stones behind
There's something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left
They will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
[Chorus]
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
(bob dylan)
[Verse 1]
You must leave now
Take what you need you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
[Chorus]
Look out, the saints are coming through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Verse 2]
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
[Chorus]
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Verse 3]
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty-handed armies are going home
Your lover, who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
[Chorus]
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 4]
Leave your stepping stones behind
There's something that calls for you
Forget the dead you've left
They will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
[Chorus]
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
brian patrick, modified 6 Months ago at 7/13/24 5:15 PM
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Tinnitus
Don't let the ringing
in your ears attack you.
It’s not the wailing of the dead,
or sleepsong calling you back across the river where
the harpies pick your bones clean,
sharpening their teeth on your wasting flesh.
It is not the battering tide
sweeping away all the markers you placed in shell and stick, to remind everyone who saw them you were once there among specks of sand grinding against the grit in your heart.
It is a beacon, shining you home to the fire that burned in you on your first day, your first minute,
your first second,
when you were more alive, awake, in wonder, than you’ve ever, been since.
Don't let the ringing
in your ears attack you.
It’s not the wailing of the dead,
or sleepsong calling you back across the river where
the harpies pick your bones clean,
sharpening their teeth on your wasting flesh.
It is not the battering tide
sweeping away all the markers you placed in shell and stick, to remind everyone who saw them you were once there among specks of sand grinding against the grit in your heart.
It is a beacon, shining you home to the fire that burned in you on your first day, your first minute,
your first second,
when you were more alive, awake, in wonder, than you’ve ever, been since.
brian patrick, modified 6 Months ago at 7/13/24 5:33 PM
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Kool-aid
I was once like you.
I sipped the Kool-aid
instead of shooting it,
slowly and continuously poisoning myself, leaving me just enough “me” to not notice how sick
I was becoming inside.
There were moments I wondered, what was wrong, but I’d heard suffering was what we were supposed to do,
so brushed those thoughts
away like cobwebs
from a doorway,
never realizing the importance of what they were telling me.
I dwelt in the caves of reason and logic, and shame.
Those dark places that felt real enough to keep me from knowing who and what I really was.
I was once like you.
I sipped the Kool-aid
instead of shooting it,
slowly and continuously poisoning myself, leaving me just enough “me” to not notice how sick
I was becoming inside.
There were moments I wondered, what was wrong, but I’d heard suffering was what we were supposed to do,
so brushed those thoughts
away like cobwebs
from a doorway,
never realizing the importance of what they were telling me.
I dwelt in the caves of reason and logic, and shame.
Those dark places that felt real enough to keep me from knowing who and what I really was.
terry, modified 6 Months ago at 7/14/24 3:13 PM
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speech/writing as practice
to say that life is linked to suffering
already makes it better
dismissing thoughts
is like spitting, or elimination
an activity causing trouble to others
as well as one self
requiring thoughtful effort
for safe and responsible voiding
koolaid conditioning
embraced for its numbing effect
complexity rejected
corrupted data accepted
if it validates ones lifestyle
even the purist
accused of hypocrisy
people ask if it is human nature
that is causing overshoot
or just the economy
something we can fix
they hope it is the economy
I don’t think it is the economy
life grows and multiplies
until it reaches a limit
suffering and dying nothing new
only a matter of scale
watching sea level rise
got a front row seat
to say that life is linked to suffering
already makes it better
dismissing thoughts
is like spitting, or elimination
an activity causing trouble to others
as well as one self
requiring thoughtful effort
for safe and responsible voiding
koolaid conditioning
embraced for its numbing effect
complexity rejected
corrupted data accepted
if it validates ones lifestyle
even the purist
accused of hypocrisy
people ask if it is human nature
that is causing overshoot
or just the economy
something we can fix
they hope it is the economy
I don’t think it is the economy
life grows and multiplies
until it reaches a limit
suffering and dying nothing new
only a matter of scale
watching sea level rise
got a front row seat
terry, modified 6 Months ago at 7/14/24 5:17 PM
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passing the bowl of full awareness
through the practic of writing
from the shobogenzo, dogen
My late Master, an Old Buddha, when expounding the Teaching to his
assembly, once said:
I can recall an incident in which a monk asked Hyakujō, “Just
what sort of thing is the Wondrous Matter?”
Hyakujō replied, “He sits alone atop Daiyū Peak.
O my great
assembly, this Fellow cannot be disturbed by anything, so let Him sit
for a while in meditation, eliminating dualistic thought.”
If there was someone today, a novice, say, who suddenly asked,
“Just what sort of thing is the Miraculous Matter?” I would simply
turn to the person and say, “What Miraculous Matter is there?” In
short, it is the ‘What!’ in the alms bowl of pure compassion which was
passed on to me to use for eating my rice.
In the everyday life of the Buddhas and Ancestors, without fail, there is the
Miraculous Matter, which is Their so-called ‘sitting alone atop Daiyū Peak’. Even
though we now encounter that Fellow when we let Him sit in meditation and
eliminate dualistic thinking, It is still what the Miraculous Matter is. And there is
that which is even more miraculous: the alms bowl of great compassion being
passed on to Tendō, from which he ate his rice. The Miraculous Matter is each and every thing everywhere ‘eating rice’. Thus, sitting alone atop Daiyū Peak is
precisely what eating rice is. The alms bowl is what we use for eating rice, and
whatever we use for eating our rice is our alms bowl. That is why it is the alms
bowl of great compassion and why Tendō ate his rice from it. There was his
knowing what rice is after he had fully satisfied himself. And there was his being
satisfied from having completely eaten the rice. And there was his full awareness
of the rice satisfying him. And there was his having been fully satisfied and yet
continuing to eat his rice.
"It is the question which drives us, Neo."
"What is the matrix."
through the practic of writing
from the shobogenzo, dogen
My late Master, an Old Buddha, when expounding the Teaching to his
assembly, once said:
I can recall an incident in which a monk asked Hyakujō, “Just
what sort of thing is the Wondrous Matter?”
Hyakujō replied, “He sits alone atop Daiyū Peak.
O my great
assembly, this Fellow cannot be disturbed by anything, so let Him sit
for a while in meditation, eliminating dualistic thought.”
If there was someone today, a novice, say, who suddenly asked,
“Just what sort of thing is the Miraculous Matter?” I would simply
turn to the person and say, “What Miraculous Matter is there?” In
short, it is the ‘What!’ in the alms bowl of pure compassion which was
passed on to me to use for eating my rice.
In the everyday life of the Buddhas and Ancestors, without fail, there is the
Miraculous Matter, which is Their so-called ‘sitting alone atop Daiyū Peak’. Even
though we now encounter that Fellow when we let Him sit in meditation and
eliminate dualistic thinking, It is still what the Miraculous Matter is. And there is
that which is even more miraculous: the alms bowl of great compassion being
passed on to Tendō, from which he ate his rice. The Miraculous Matter is each and every thing everywhere ‘eating rice’. Thus, sitting alone atop Daiyū Peak is
precisely what eating rice is. The alms bowl is what we use for eating rice, and
whatever we use for eating our rice is our alms bowl. That is why it is the alms
bowl of great compassion and why Tendō ate his rice from it. There was his
knowing what rice is after he had fully satisfied himself. And there was his being
satisfied from having completely eaten the rice. And there was his full awareness
of the rice satisfying him. And there was his having been fully satisfied and yet
continuing to eat his rice.
"It is the question which drives us, Neo."
"What is the matrix."
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RE: Writing is a practice
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eating
chewing
swallowing
digesting
blood flow spreads the peanut butter all over
again and again
smile can arise, energy flows
your eat, you poop
A&P
many times per second
chewing
swallowing
digesting
blood flow spreads the peanut butter all over
again and again
smile can arise, energy flows
your eat, you poop
A&P
many times per second