RAISING MY HAND toward the MARGINALIZING of CONFORMITY ...hmmm. In this dispensation the 3rd world man is the Trees and the Cosmopolitan Suit waving his plastic finger, is destined to wander the forest alone. LIGHT plateau - dark CORRIDOR; white black white black: I watched what I saw! The last TIME we gave ourselves to the moment may have been our last reFLECTion before the veil of tears reMINDed us that IT had been a Karmic death.

Friday, August 04, 2006

The SPIRITUAL man is mad/ Tic Toc Teac

A mystic may say: go sit at the right hand of G-d, Be at His throne. G-d may say: you've entered the 7th heaven, didst thou expect to be absorbed into the Whole (cosmos)? "But Dharma, my dog, had me follow Him, this was Right thinking," Arjuna of the Bhagavad Gita, might say. G-d would say: Your body is the Temple, seek G-d Within, & the Light of Judgment & mercy will be found ...thinking (see Krishnamurti) is the addiction of thieves, they are only concealed because they remain at a distance. ---If you were to see the stones, you'd have no reason to throw them. The stones lie at the town's edge. Villagers perspiring in the dust collected as a seal upon any advance beyond the communities' measure. One Organism. Dust motes taunt me to swing verbs of contentment, in the air, in the basement. By the window, looking at the philosophy that held one race superior--but the individual knows better. No movement, legs akimbo. A tractor sleeps a blue slumber this morning. We dreamt it still runs, but nature will subvert plastic energy: there is only a dream to make it run. **** How do we justify the frenetic moment? There is of course release--& release is a way of life, just as internalizing our experience is just as much a response to the indulgence of experiential knowledge, whatever that may be - like relationship, or book smarts, or how we take in a vista of landscape, which is making up the pattern where we spend most of our time. But we have motives, and to let go of these symptoms (e.g. motives) of the outward fact is opting to reflect on how we make the scene (just talking about observation here). Why does the frenetic moment make us so unstable as to forgive intentions, and behave desirous of decision making, to which we are addicted? Nothing is the result of nothing i.e. confusion is the result of the wealth of stimulants to which we are addicted. The message here is to stop coordinating & planning etc. "Some people have hopes & dreams, some people have ways & means." (--Bob Marley, from Survival)

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