|
88082101 |
Clouds are psychic raw materials,
sort of. (We don’t have the vocabulary or the concepts to perceive and discuss their
nature.) |
|
88101501 |
Explanations which omit the heart
are either dangerously limited or wrong or both. Milburn’s Razor. |
|
88110301 |
Provincial onto-centrism. We
share existence with multiple entities and "realities." |
|
88110401 |
The intense specificity of this
reality tends to blot out even the possibility of other realities. |
|
88110402 |
The unbidden guest comes, offers
gifts, expects nothing. The Magi. |
|
88111601 |
At root’s end
the very microscopic tip
how do you tell
where tree stops
and earth begins? |
|
89032801 |
There are differing degrees and
qualities of separation and distance(expansion? extension). |
|
89032802 |
Empathetic congruence as a means
of tuning. |
|
89071001 |
Those burdened ones, they are
donkeys who see big loads and who believe big means heavy means important. So for them,
the loads are heavy, and as years pass, their backs sag, their faces are etched deep with
care and exhaustion. Truly, they hoard their share of the countless burdens which pass
onto and off of their backs, and thus are metaphysical Republicans all, cherishing the
gold that is dross. |
|
89071002 |
A butterfly dreaming she’s a
man? A woman dreaming she’s a butterfly? Either, both, neither. Change the fucking
channels, Chuang-tze, or turn off the TV altogether. |
|
89071101 |
Somehow from the rowboat, I
design and build an ocean-going cruiser. Other continents await. I set out, only, after
some years, to shut off the engines and drift, and drift. |
|
89071102 |
You have a thousand audiences:
clouds, trees, even the stars. Ham it up. |
|
89071301 |
Though many come, few enjoy. |
|
89071302 |
Every age has a powerful vested
interest in its own barbarism, of which it is childishly unaware. Reagans we shall always
have with us. Both of them. |
|
89071701 |
How do I learn to listen? By
being silent.
What of my chatty Western birthright (I think, therefore I am)? |
|
89071702 |
The familiar waves enter my feet,
move up, perform an unexpected arabesque, then begin to spin front to back around the
crotch. I start to interfere. Chou-Yi comes, draws my attention away with a full embrace
and kiss, held, as the spinning accelerates. He is never forward in this manner. I
understand the important of not interfering. Only when the spinning light is
self-sustaining and very rapid does he let go. I resist writing this—trivial,
uncommercial, obscure, silly—and see not capitalism or Marxism but consumerism as the
real cancer. |
|
89071801 |
It is not I that dies, but the
world. It is not I that you kill, but the world. |
|
89071802 |
Lao-Tzu: "Stealing the
light." |
|
89071803 |
The center is here. The center is
elsewhere. |
|
89071804 |
The doors are unlocked. Always. |
|
89072801 |
China doesn’t need much. One
thing that would help is less fucking and more sucking. |
|
89072802 |
Art is metaphysical travelogues. |
|
89072903 |
Science tries to outwit nature.
Philosophy tries to out wait it. I, to wait it out. |
|
89080701 |
Balance. Balance. |
|
89081401 |
There are ten thousand kinds of
fucking. Our barbarous animalism, our vaunted, flaunted materialism makes us think
there’s only one and it’s cock-cunt. |
|
89081402 |
Semele is not a good role model. |
|
89081403 |
They’re horny too, the
"gods". Frightened, desperate, jaded. |
|
89081404 |
Are we, to some, objects of
arousal? |
|
89081801 |
There are roads. Others have been
this way. |
|
89081802 |
Congruent realities. |
|
89081803 |
And of course I am metaphysically
puritanical. |
|
89081904 |
Irony is metaphysical erotic
play. |
|
89082001 |
Intimacy varies inversely with
distance (in case you were wondering about God’s seeming absence). |
|
89082002 |
Nature = unedited TV. |
|
89082301 |
Mass art = clabbered cum. |
|
89082302 |
Those who really know really are
talking, not because of some Big Secret, or some Big Conspiracy. Just because really
knowing is really knowing. |
|
89082303 |
Our landscapes are littered with
the ruins, often well-kept and even revered, of our ignorant theophobia. |
|
89082400 |
It starts in the mind. |
|
89082401 |
It continues with knocking at the
door. |
|
89082402 |
Or peeking out the window. |
|
89082601 |
No matter what the mechanism is
(or what you think it is) that is dragging you down, you can still, almost always, turn
your attention away, toward natural symbols, where true, timeless power lies. |
|
89082602 |
What do you gain from your daily
rounds that is so valuable but that you could spare an hour doing better, doing within? |
|
89082701 |
Pain is the teacher of last
resort. |
|
89083001 |
The illusion of
discontinuity—between us and them and it. |
|
89083002 |
Wisdom: to be bemused only by
outrageous fortune, and identity. |
|
89083101 |
Every investment in the invisible
pays off big, often, usually, in ways you, in your surface-sightedness, don’t notice. |
|
89090601 |
Receptivity. One makes—and
declares—oneself ready. (Rapes do happen [Semele], but not often.) |
|
89091101 |
Theosex. We want it, but are
afraid. The flight is not from the body but from the mind. From knowledge. |
|
89092601 |
Someone touched the middle of my
forehead with two fingers as I fell asleep. Was it you? |
|
89100501 |
No healthy revolution is possible
with clothes on. |
|
89101201 |
I don’t know why my pain is
less than yours tonight. It may not be tomorrow. While it is, I can say: you’re time
will come. You’re time will come. |
|
89101202 |
Trees are our best teachers. The
extent to which you find that idea ridiculous or irrelevant indicates the extent to which
you are immersed in and controlled by the idols of the age and place. |
|
89101203 |
As a child you swung and jumped,
hurtling forward in a flying arc. That freedom and more is available and accessible.
Neither I nor anyone can give it to you. The way can be pointed at. Love, power, money,
piety, knowledge, wisdom—none will take you to or along the way. Only the naked,
gentlest you can find or walk it. |
|
89101204 |
Knock loudly and persistently. I
will answer eventually. (Analogy, not megalomania.) |
|
89102201 |
How we still praise and reward
the students of behavior, old and repetitious as it is, inside the zoo. Same old zoo. Same
old tricks. Same old Nobel Prizes. |
|
89102301 |
The issue, the way is far more
dangerous than that of any drug, and far, far gentler. |
|
89102302 |
Unlock the pelvis. (Reich was
right). All else follows. There are of course ten thousand other ways. (Reich was wrong.) |
|
89102303 |
Our beautiful friends. We are so
lucky they share the planet with us. |
|
89102304 |
Think of a tree. Only think of
it. Don’t worry about visualizing it. Just think of one specific tree. They speak,
you know, but oh so softly, oh so leisurely. Oh so patiently. |
|
89102401 |
Art is mimesis of the
repeatability of the records we make here. |
|
89102402 |
Trees are a key, possibly also a
door, to the earth, and to the heart of the earth. |
|
89102501 |
The body is a tension battery.
Meditation helps, but slowly. Yoga is better. Rolfing is too fast and teachers the body
that only external agents really work. |
|
89102601 |
We can (have the ability to) also
be an ecstasy battery. Slow down, plug in. |
|
89102602 |
Trees shelter birds, squirrels,
and an occasional snake. So do we. So do we. (Our belief in our existential
"purity" is primitive and simplistic hubris.) Mobile trees. |
|
89102701 |
Acculturation = metaphysical
disenfranchisement. Learning to refocus one’s attention = metaphysical
re-empowerment. Not paradise regained. Not childhood regained. Shackles dropped. |
|
89102702 |
Tree porn. The image of the Great
Tree. |
|
89102703 |
We are, laughably, in our
scientific and linguistic playpen, nominalists manqué. The spirits do have names, and
wholly proper ones at that. |
|
89109301 |
What will be the new recording
medium? "Ether"? "Plasma"? |
|
89110601 |
Meter stick. You can measure your
progress by the accuracy and frequency with which you can keep track psychically of the
comings and goings of those you care about. |
|
89110602 |
Through our mindlessness, we turn
the body-eden into a prison, shackles, a rut. Ease out. |
|
89110901. |
Nature nurtures. Subtly, slowly,
quietly, gently, powerfully. Tramping and camping about is not the way. The ego walls must
come down, and then you must be still, gain and again. And again. Sustenance flows
through. |
|
89110902. |
There exists a ground of being
where, with perfection, your pain and you pleasure, your lies to yourself and to others,
your false efforts and your true, your honest mistakes and your dishonest mistakes are in
some way known. A balance, fair beyond our perceiving and merciful beyond our best hopes,
is always struck. |
|
89111201 |
During drought, does the earth
stop being earth? Do seeds stop being seeds? |
|
89111202 |
Your muscles, all your organs are
starved for prolonged mindful, heartful attention. Not of the artless, heartless
calisthenics, aerobic variety. Yoga, tai chi. |
|
89111401 |
Isn’t the road better than
the bushes? |
|
89111402 |
Road signs? Yes, many, usually
felt, not seen. They are known as "heart’s desires." |
|
89111403 |
View your circumcision as a
battle scar, if you like. |
|
89111501 |
Congruence, existential
congruence is possible. Between "entities," between sentient systems. |
|
89111502 |
Road signs: resonances from
possible futures. |
|
89111503 |
Mutual purification through
congruence. |
|
89111701 |
Isolation is in the eye—and
skin—of the beholder, and the beholden. |
|
89111702 |
Symbols of empowerment. Numbers,
words. |
|
89111801 |
I sought solace. This is what I
found. It helped. I don’t know what it means. |
|
89111901 |
Do not take pride in any of your
accomplishments. They have all been injurious. You have no way of knowing how injurious
and to whom. |
|
89112101 |
Go gently along the path. There
may be other effective demeanors. I am doubtful. |
|
89112102 |
One day your pelvis will feel
full and you will know you are pregnant. |
|
89112205 |
Either we enter new worlds and
find new cultures, or we stultify, as did the Chinese behind their many walls. |
|
89112301 |
The trees have been lonely even
longer than we have. |
|
89112302 |
Without frequent, regular,
mindful balancing, growth old and new will continue warped and stunted. The tree grows
with the prevailing wind, weather, soil, and friends. We can choose to grow straight. |
|
89112303 |
Joy trickles briefly through a
tiny, fast-closing hole in my joy-resistant armor. I am left awestruck, hopeful. |
|
89112501 |
Meditation by analogy. Trees.
Swans. Rocks, even. Put yourself in their place. |
|
89112601 |
The east can learn something from
the west about the metaphysical value of the bowed head. A valve opens. |
|
89112602 |
The law of equivalent
communication: Nature speaks on a level and in a language equivalent to the emotional
content of your questioning. |
|
89112603 |
Emotion is our flat-earth, our
uncharted sea, our mis-apprehended reality. They, remember, watched shops disappear at the
horizon but ignored the obvious implication. What is the equally obvious, equally ignored
implication of laughter? |
|
89112604 |
Science. "Science." As
primitive, narrow, and distorting as any organized religion. It succeeds and replicates
because in an age of instant gratification it produces instant, repeatable results. How
quickly it could be healthily displaced and superseded! |
|
89112701 |
Playground, not prison, always,
when you choose, always. |
|
89113001 |
Not tests, not burdens, not
punishments, but opportunities for growth. |
|
89113002 |
The communion and fellowship of
things. |
|
89113003 |
It would be difficult to
overestimate the comfort Houston has given me. |
|
89120201 |
Trees: The half which brings and
supports life is not visible. |
|
89120202 |
You do not learn a language in a
day but in 10,000 days. Daily, Incremental exposure: the habit of learning. Quantum leaps
occur, rarely. Between them, progress is gradual. |
|
89120401 |
We belong not only to (and among)
people but to and among everything. We profit from contact, as do they, the 10,000 things.
They miss us. |
|
89120402 |
"We leave before the saw
starts a cut. It’s O.K." |
|
89121801 |
Infinite fields of flowers are
there for the taking, but they show themselves only to gentle seekers. The heavy-handed
find only weeds and nettles and poison ivy. Hence their angry trampling. |
|
89122301 |
Above, below, above, below. One
gives language, purpose, inspiration, respect. "Water brothers pass along the always
singing song." |
|
89122302 |
We come back every morning. But
from where? |
|
89122501 |
Breath empowers. Re-empowers.
Enfranchises. Re-enfranchises. Free, and necessary. |
|
89122601 |
Never, never be ashamed of love. |
|
89122602 |
Inter- and intra-planar pedagogy:
Present and make clear the choices and potentials. Then, step back. No interference. The
occasional gift, a reminder is O.K. (but be prepared—it may be rejects [Gandhi,
etc.]). |
|
89122701 |
Reading Lao-Tze is like know
Algebra I and being given a book containing all past and future mathematics: errors, blind
alleys, blinding insights, and all. |
|
89122702 |
Those who rule feel put upon and
underappreciated. Thus do they justify their appropriations, exploitations, and violences. |
|
89122801 |
How many minutes since you did
yoga? A million. One. |
|
89122802 |
Tree time. Leave messages.
Interspecific communication requires reciprocal chronographic adjustments. |
|
89122901 |
Emotional involvement links one
to (creates?) a "telepathic" network. Given our short emotional attention spans,
the connection is usually primitive and brief. How to gain access otherwise? |
|
89122902 |
There are National Enquirers as
well as Atlantic Monthly’s out there, Home Shopping Networks as well as Discovery
channels. |
|
90010101 |
Though not knowing the source or
purpose, a wise recipient enjoys and uses a gift. Who gave me trees? I don’t know. |
|
90010102 |
The wisdom of trees is small but
pure. |
|
90010301 |
It’s a long way across the
Pacific. As if the Straits of Magellan weren’t trouble enough. |
|
90010302 |
Yoga: Release, not ritual; then
maintenance. Do what feels good (release, relief), then do what keeps the release open.
That’s all. The rest follows. |
|
90010401 |
Like animals, we do not know what
we look like. (Torus?) |
|
90010901 |
Every kindergarten has its
screamers who provide a challenge to those trying to pay attention to the lessons. |
|
90010902 |
Natural signs. We are immersed in
extra-human languages. One’s life my be profitably judge by how far along one gets in
reading readiness. |
|
90011101 |
Sleep is when we shit, shower,
etc. |
|
90011102 |
We choose where we
die—mountain top, plains, seaside, swamp. |
|
90011601 |
Our roots, like those of the
trees, are not visible. |
|
90011701 |
In meditation: Theoreticals and
practicals (yoga and healing). |
|
90012301 |
The call is silent, subtle, and
gradual. The answer is silent, subtle, and gradual. |
|
90012302 |
Remember to bathe also the
invisible body. |
|
90012501 |
Now is as fragile as it is
strong. |
|
90013101 |
To attune with, to join the
communion of 10,000 things living and dead, seen and unseen. |
|
90013102 |
Life is worship. How was church
yesterday? How will it be today? |
|
90013103 |
Each life has its own rhythm.
Find it—gently, like looking for a tiny diamond dropped in a bed of violets. |
|
90020601 |
It is possible that the pattern
of life is preparatory for some caster malaise (suffering, not punishment) at which we can
only guess. (Büchner’s rip in the cosmic fabric.) |
|
90021201 |
The sun is calling—roaring!
for messengers. Thunderous
music rolls across the sky.
Does no one hear?
I hear but I don’t know what to do
but listen and feel my happy heart. |
|
90022001 |
Change time, as needed. |
|
90022001 |
Generally, reading ahead in the
program guide should be avoided. |
|
90022101 |
Those who came before are here.
They came, went, go, come, will go, will come. |
|
90022102 |
Beware of planets with no sense
of humor. |
|
90022103 |
There is nothing but this. Growth
is discovering new parts of this. That’s all. All parts are open. |
|
90022104 |
Now is then, except when then is
now, in which case all is over. |
|
90022105 |
Decay turns stone to lust. From
lust to lust. |
|
90030701 |
Find a wise tree. Become its
friend. |
|
90030702 |
Neither the desires, the
ambitions, nor the possessions of the rich or the famous have value. Those lives are
profoundly and dangerously misdirected and misleading. |
|
90030802 |
We are sculptors of time, witting
or unwitting. Your choice. |
|
90030803 |
The shape of the inner door
signifies what you find on the other side. The square door leads to a desolate, rocky
passage which gives way to a vast, rich jungle valley of organic potentials. |
|
90032701 |
How we cherish the illusion of
continuity |
|
90052201 |
No communion, no life. |
|
90052501 |
Less lying, more communion. |
|
90052501 |
New knowledge. (Who is the
barbarian?) |
|
90052601 |
New land, new language, new
customs. The border crossing’s a bitch. |
|
90070601 |
Which is worse: the student who
does not recognize the teacher, or the teacher who does not recognize the student? |
|
90071301 |
Continuous showings on all
screens. Choose a door. Walk in. |
|
90071302 |
All is seeds. |
|
90090301 |
The point is not pain, or
pleasure, or the avoidance of pain or pleasure. The point is integration. No walls. |
|
90090302 |
Even our slowest learning makes
the gods happy. It reduces their loneliness, and reminds them that they too are not
incorrigible. |
|
90090303 |
The gods are not omniscient and
thus have to take us on faith often, as we do them. They too are absent-minded. |
|
90091010 |
Even on the darkest nights, it
moves. |
|
90091401 |
One door opens into 10,000 rooms,
each of which opens into another 10,000 rooms. |
|
90091402 |
Teach the hear. |
|
90092101 |
So, little man, you think you can
figure it out. |
|
90092201 |
Though you would deny it, you
think your actions make the sun rise. |
|
90101401 |
"Flying saucers" are
hardly the only form of visitation. |
|
90110501 |
You want to receive? Well, first
you need a receiver, then an antenna, then you tune around, with patience. Oh, and
don’t forget to plug it in and turn it on. |
|
90110502 |
Moral acts become almost
impossible for those with money. |
|
90111501 |
Oh what a lovely and terrible
prison we have built for ourselves. |
|
90111502 |
To regain the mobility of
consciousness is the goal of the new pedagogy. |
|
90111601 |
A balance is always struck.
(Primitives seek it through punishment.) |
|
90120501 |
A unique gesture. A key to lucid
dreaming. |
|
91030801 |
Intentionality. Your body is at
least as smart as you are. Either by commission or omission, you communicate to it your
intentions for you and it. Your choice. |
|
91031101 |
The spring trees sing. Go among
them, then within, and learn to hear. Birdsong is but a tribute and imitation. |
|
91031102 |
Toward the light: here, even the
shadows are sweet. |
|
91042105 |
There is music in the very air. |
|
91042301 |
Your body is stiff. Your mind is
loose. |
|
91052501 |
The trees like my visits, but
they say, "Why don’t you fly? We envy you your wings." |
|
91062801 |
A tree stole my soul today and
took it straight to its dark heart. Spring is here. |
|
91062801 |
Socially, politically, women as a
group have tremendous unused leverage: that of mothers. Patriarchs beware, if they figure
our how to use it. |
|
91062802 |
Modern? Post-modern?
Self-inflating nonsense. The 20th century was Baroque II. Re-baroque. How dull. |
|
91070701 |
Any century that starts with
Beethoven and ends with Wilde can’t be all bad. |
|
91070702 |
Any century that starts with
Picasso and ends with Andrew Lloyd-Webber is in serious trouble. |
|
91081901 |
The center which is everywhere. |
|
91081902 |
Recreate the scene of the
ecstasy. |
|
91090101 |
If you can’t see the light,
the fault is in you, not the light. The light is always there—here—not
there—not here—not not there—not not here. Certain of your reactions to
this— create fog, cataracts, cloud cover. How? Failures to sustain faith, hope,
charity. |
|
91090102 |
First learn concentration, then
meditation. Beyond meditation lies hope realized (for want of a better word). |
|
91090601 |
We now know pretty well just how
bad we can be. Next we learn how good we can be. We’ve had glimpses, some short, some
not so short, but nothing like what’s to come. |
|
91121101 |
We are naive in unguessed-of
ways. Art secondarily imitates nature. Primarily, art restates nature. The dog
howls at the moon. |
|
91122201 |
The playpen is much bigger than
we think. Much bigger than we can think. |
|
91122202 |
Relaxation also means
un-focusing, diffusing the mind’s point-of-attention. |
|
91122203 |
The tree.
The sun.
Not two.
Not one. |
|
92010201 |
The choice is not nirvana,
samadhi, rapture. Those appear to be matters of grace. The choice is: how will I walk
through this day? Gracefully, stumbling, creatively, clumsily, helpfully, stiff? |
|
92010401 |
Choices now: not the dancer, not
the dance. Only how. |
|
92010402 |
Meditation creates an island of
serenity to which you can return momently. It doesn’t vanish. And only the most
extreme pain limits access. |
|
92010601 |
The Buddha is still sitting under
the bo-tree. Remember? Remember. |
|
92010701 |
My tree.
My sun.
My two.
My one.
My none. |
|
92010792 |
Winter birds
tickle me.
Sometimes
I come
in the cold fog. |
|
92010801 |
Bilateral meditation: one
visualization for the left hemisphere (my tree), one for the right (my sun). Eventually,
then, a third, centered. |
|
92010802 |
Not the dancer, nor the stage,
nor the audience, nor curtain-time. All incomprehensible (though one has suspicions). Only
the dance. |
|
92010803 |
You can create an island of
serenity in time (through relaxation/meditation) to which you can return by remembering,
in situations of stress. |
|
92011001 |
Breathing is life in more ways
than science knows. |
|
92011002 |
Interference arising from desire
produces catastrophe on catastrophe, as the phenomenon Jesus shows. Nudge only. Only the
gentlest perseverance really furthers. |
|
92011101 |
Grace = Tao. |
|
92012101 |
Does it help the dance? That is
the only question. |
|
92012201 |
The loving emulation of the other
is mutually, mysteriously beneficial. Hence the yoga postures. (My own: "Tree.") |
|
92012801 |
Surfers who can’t fall off
the wave. |
|
92012802 |
Why did you give up the quest for
beauty? |
|
92031101 |
The self that is not the self. It
is afraid of being turned off. HAL. |
|
92031102 |
Choose, at every moment, what you
pay attention to. Or the computer-self will choose for you. It will even nudge you hard if
it doesn’t like your choice. |
|
92031102 |
Energy to do the choosing: prana.
Or just: breath. |
|
92032001 |
Gods in training? More likes god
manqué. |
|
92041301 |
Massive wisdom [drawing of free].
Trivial wisdom [drawing of book]. |
|
92041302 |
Ah. A part dies, does die, stops,
ceases. A part lives, continues, exists outside time. Thus, the internal and external
confusion. The mortal, through the immortal, is (or may be) aware of its mortality. It
responds in any of a thousand, a million ways ("teeming humanity"), positive,
negative, creative, destructive, loving, hating, supportive, cynical, democratic,
republican, socialist, fascist, communal, individual, etc. At home with the body, it
almost always dominates, especially in a materialist culture. And many a life is but a
prolonged tantrum as the mortal part feels or denies in way or another the terminal self.
The other part? No angel, it, nor devil either. But oh so gentle and patient (to its
mortal twin, maddeningly, coldly, cruelly patient).
Both dream. That is, each dreams. Thus the confused material-metaphysical mix of dreams
recalled and studied.
The immortal part can (and does nightly) leave the body. The mortal part cannot,
cannot, cannot, and is nightly hurt and terrorized by sleep and the other’s departure
which sleep brings.
(And possibly. you, the unspeakable you, are neither. If that is so, there is no reason
to close the parentheses, nor reason to end the sentence |
|
92041303 |
The bliss of trees. It’s
free for the sharing. Go to it. |
|
92052201 |
We co-create the future. The
Neanderthals are overwhelmed, left behind, throwing fits. |
|
92052202 |
We are eternally empowered, every
moment. |
|
92062701 |
There is resistance (to going
within). Habit, entities? |
|
92062702 |
Nightly, we go to the edge of all
maps, forget, then splash about at the edge of all oceans. Canoes? Compasses? Not in this
culture. |
|
92070201 |
Read translations of a work as
seemingly ambiguous as the Tao Te Ching has an advantage: ones gets to see how many
possible reactions and (mis-)interpretations there are. |
|
92070202 |
I needed 53 years to translate
the first word of the title. How long, then, for the entire work? |
|
92071801 |
We need emotional, psychic baths
as surely as we need physical ones. We are splashed by anger, begrimed by tension, dirtied
by competition, soiled by envy and ambition, daily, hourly, minutely. |
|
92101005 |
Do not mock the angels Inept or
not, they bruise so easily. |
|
93030407 |
Es nähert sich was schöneres. |
|
93031401 |
Where’s the darkness, where
the night? Which the switch that kills the light?
The madman’s hand, stray atom’s jump? |
|
93040901 |
Stop the words. Stop the words,
at least occasionally. Enable perception of the 10,000 things. |
|
93041101 |
Breathe. |
|
93041201 |
He says, "Do not eat."
But the very purpose of his rearing is to teach us to eat. Defenseless, we are all cast
out. What child can resist such seduction? |
|
93041701 |
Do you think they wanted to
create this world? Are we paying attention differently now? |
|
93092204 |
We are shaped by invisible
weather. |
|
93101501 |
The field has lain fallow for a
long time. |
|
93101901 |
The universe, as it is, whatever
it is, whatever you do or don’t do. |
|
93101902 |
To go outside, one door is
enough. |
|
93102201 |
The trees also sleep (not only in
winter). Focused intruders not welcome. The sun is always there, its door open to all
comers. |
|
93102401 |
The gates of Heaven are open.
Here. Now. Always. |
|
93102501 |
Be patient. The older you are,
the thicker and stronger the rigidities: mental, emotional, physical, metaphysical. |
|
93102701 |
The ten thousand things, the ten
thousand universes. All congruent. |
|
93102801 |
The wild horse, the chattering
monkey. Be still, be quiet. |
|
93102901 |
Learning to turn off the computer
also means learning to turn it on. |
|
93103101 |
The three rules are: relax,
relax, and relax. |
|
93110101 |
Are you ready to listen?
Are you willing to listen?
Are you able to listen?
Then:
Are you ready to speak?
Are you willing to speak?
Are you able to speak? |
|
93110301 |
To build a small, fertile island. |
|
93110501 |
24-hour delivery, |
|
93110601 |
Acolyte? No.
Apprentice acolyte? No.
Apprentice acolyte applicant? Yes. |
|
93110801 |
Other spectra are also chockfull
of broadcasts. |
|
93111201 |
Abide with them. |
|
93111301 |
The great mystery: redundant
actions. (Lao-Tze 24). |
|
93111501 |
The ten thousand things, the ten
thousand teachers. |
|
93111502 |
Do this, and much is possible,
much is bearable. Do not do this and nothing is possible, nothing is bearable. |
|
93120201 |
Other baths are available for the
taking, of other body odors offend. |
|
93122601 |
Make your breath like that of the
tree: what does the tree inhale? Make you mind like that of the tree: what does the tree
think?
Make you heart like that of the tree: what does the tree desire? |
|
94010101 |
Out of words, into symbols. |
|
94012501 |
Texas + America +_ Germany +
China = Me. |
|
94012502 |
Truant Thoughts on a Favorite
Meditation Object Lucky rock.
Lucky me.
Lucky we.
Lucky me.
Lucky lucky. |
|
94012701 |
My little package of treasured
fears: how much we prefer the fear-filled known to the fear-free unknown. |
|
94022004 |
Go fishing with your mind. |
|
94043001 |
Tyrant ego, centered here,
strengthens with age, blocking more and more one’s access to there. There, with its
seeming sources: 1. Repository thinking.
2. Resonant thinking: order, creativity.
3. Resonant thinking: chaos, destruction.
We unconsciously participate, constantly. We praise the "creators"
(Mozart), curse the "destroyers" (Hitler), and puzzle over the
"shuttlers" (Nixon). Is it not time to learn how to learn how to make our
participation conscious? |
|
94061001 |
Which room? Which window?
Which door? |
|
94062101 |
The self-aggrandizing we shall
always have with us. Deal with them at your own risk. |
|
94091901 |
A medium is a message. |
|
94092401 |
Who (or what) is writing poems
to, from, and about this tree-me? |
|
94092401 |
Foolish feats. We pride ourselves
on the results of our pointed acts, unaware of their true sources and true results. What
does the rain know of the flood? |
|
94092403 |
Professional success in academia
is largely a reward for being blind to—or choosing to be blind to—the beauty of
one’s students. |
|
94092404 |
Then: Vulcanism in art, science,
religion. Dualism, conflict. Not: Neptunism. Immersion in nature. Ambiance. |
|
94100901 |
In my 58th year it finally occurs
to me: I should be famous because Ruth loves me. |
|
94101901 |
This cursed language: I am:
not merely an active verb, it is the only active verb. |
|
94101902 |
Meditation: un-reading readiness. |
|
94103001 |
For all its good, acculturation,
unfettered, leads to paralysis of the mind (Reich). Unaware, the West resorts to
short-term relief (art, science, alcohol, Sunday religion, calisthenics of various kinds,
etc.). |
|
94103002 |
There is much to be said for the
reality hidden beneath the trappings of the East’s various rituals of ancestor
memorialization. The grateful living as well as the grateful dead. |
|
94111601 |
[Symbol: prohibitory circle with
"2"] |
|
94111602 |
Semele the seductress. |
|
94112601 |
I am tiptoeing around the outer
precincts of Heaven like an AA member in a ginmill. |
|
94112901 |
The usually silent, rarely
visible audience. Except at intermission. (And, of course, intromission too.) |
|
94112902 |
Children, pressed, leap toward
appearances. Ambition, a childish mis-reading of the world. |
|
94120701 |
The body as emblem and emissary
of nature. Thus to love. |
|
94121201 |
From ice and snow to water and
warmth. |
|
95012501 |
Well seen, any object is the door
to the self. |
|
95030401 |
Art, like all else, succeeds to
the extent that the acts honors Tao and exalts Teh. |
|
95030402 |
We live in an age that thinks the
work’s title is "Tao Ching." |
|
95033101 |
Even the most trapped escape into
the freedom of the night. Hitler also slept. |
|
95051201 |
If you believe in the lost, the
found has little meaning. |
|
95052701 |
What have you done today to
please the invisible audience? |
|
95053001 |
The internal classroom. The
invisible classroom. |
|
95053002 |
Metaphysical health, disease. Our
tantrums, many of which we call "success" or "failure." Our pouring
silences, many of which we call "war" or "art". How many of us
dutifully attend class every day even when our progress is slow? Our psychotic episodes,
many of which we call "religion" or "business" or
"education." Our childish, fear-filled, self-centered fantasies, many of which
we call "science." |
|
95060101 |
We are such metaphysical
litterbugs. |
|
95070801 |
The blind leading the deaf
leading the lame leading the paralyzed leading the leprous leading the rational leading
the rational leading the rational. |
|
95071408 |
What you need to give up is the
habit of needing to give up the habit. |
|
95072101 |
In whose time do trees grow
slowly? |
|
95072201 |
If this is the dark, think what
the light must be like. |
|
95072301 |
Paralyzed by culture, we,
incredibly, sink and drown, sink and drown, in this rich and buoyant sea. |
|
95072501 |
If this is the light, think what
the dark must be like. |
|
95080701 |
We are metaphysically starved,
starving. |
|
95080702 |
We are adults still listening to
metaphysical fairy tales. Here, science is no better than religion. |
|
95081501 |
What is the opposite of gravity?
Joy. |
|
95082901 |
Go to school. A system of
protection is in place there. Crossing guards exist. |
|
95082902 |
The good news is that things are
mute. The bad news is that we think they are therefore dumb. Free, infinitely patient,
incessant teachers. But so subtle. |
|
95083001 |
The ego at first fears it is
presiding over its own funeral. |
|
95090301 |
All this even, especially, in
sadness. |
|
95113001 |
Today I opened a window on
infinity |
