Hair On Fire: The Strange Art of Turning Within

Hair on Fire: The Strange Art of Turning Within

Scheming mind accompanies the seekers of that which is beyond here and now

Hungry and thirsting mind wallows in the mirage of craving
Every moment we thicken or thin the veils of illusion

This version of us is most conducive to awakening from the sleep of pleasure and pain

Our fortune unrecognized will decay to misfortune
The means are available as is the pathless path
Balance of comfort and discomfort makes a polarity path of flow
The root fear is fear of death

We see the change that fast is but slow change often eludes us

We are death and decay
We are temporary guests in a temporary inn
Stability is a lie we fell for
Death will change us and those who know us

Activity leads to more activity of a similar nature

The shovel of habit digs a trench from which it is difficult to escape
Yet the mind only appears to be rigid
What we call reality is a compelling appearance – it seems
Clearing the smoke of selfness enhances chances for spontaneous compassionate presence
Death will take us to where we have journeyed toward all our lives

We put faith in futility and frivolous fun

The scheme to capture paradise is bound to fail
But we can capture awareness of the moment in perfect far-reaching activity
The nature of this body-mind state is not inherently heavenly
Even heaven is not ultimately heavenly
Death is merely the appearance of change

 

 

Synchronous Dancing

Synchronous Dancing

The air is filled with toxic memes

We cannot help but breathe

Do we lend a hand to strangers who define themselves by their enemies?

Is it just a faze, this craze, a dead end along the deathless endless maze?

Palaces within palaces and thrones within thrones

Kings and Kingdoms, the One and the Many

This is all of a rhythm this time touching

It seems a manifestation of longing for order in the chaos and randomness of emotion
And a longing for the many to be one

We seek surprise and signs

We stalk for meaning

Are you there? I am.

All this connecting and disconnecting and infinite chances of union

It’s like navigating a perpetual storm
And just now the lantern is hidden
And perhaps we are just being cautious till dawn when we will see the matrix-illusion
   spread out around us as contrast will find us and the long past will bind us

We appear to grow, to go, and to change, like the cup of the universe in which we dwell

We crawl along the web of our circumstances doing what we do
Occasionally we leap away or fend off momentums but overall we are bound to action

I long to watch and listen

Perhaps I should do just that just now
Join me if you like

 

 

 

 

Noob Mind

Noob Mind

Try ye to take me viginity away?

To learn me to be a knower of things?
Knowers miss the freshness of now hidden behind their batteries of presumptions

I wanna be ready

For anything

Be ever a child of the universe

The mind wanders, ever searching for pleasant surprises

Pleasure rises and falls and then we chase memory shells
We long and scheme and leave perfection unattended

The happy novice is unbounded by the fetters of mastery

The plain Jane is unstained by the vanity and exaltation of beauty
The elderly content are not blinded by the desires of life to come

Each arising moment is new and unexperienced

One can never “know” it until it has happened
The future is not ours to know

The Novice is alert, watching and learning, open like a vase

A vase uncracked and able to hold the water of wisdom
Yet all is the play of wisdom
Eventually the water will evaporate
The water was illusion dissolved by time

We can’t hold on to the body

Yet much of what we know we know through the body
How can we know beyond the body?
What lies beyond conceptuality?