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2017, 7*, anxiety, being, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, death, doing, identity, karma, life, lifetimes, rebirth, self, Shantideva, skandhas, the Three Poisons, transition, true nature
I fell from myself and
felt the need
to build myself up otherwise
out of anxiety
every single
closed-eye assent and
grapple made on the way down
left me scabbed and arthritic
hoping I’d reached the bottom
or found a ledge
but who was I really kidding,
I ceased to be
every time
I thought to pause, I passed
from being a who or a what to
no more, each time,
save the legacy I left
in a life somewhere –
‘wha’, whossedhat!’ –
and the potency I carry
to some other sorry
hope like the sack of thorns
that won’t sit comfortable;
who is it keeps teaching me
‘never look up’?
weaving from out of chapter 2, Bodhisattvacharyavatara by Shantideva
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
anxiety wormhole: that comicbookshop … // … in dreams
being wormhole: ah … // oh … // meanwhile … // … // tha ya ta …
death wormhole: 1966
doing & lifetimes wormhole: so pleased to see you again
identity wormhole: what wounds have you got?
life wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – agricultural show
Bugger, that’s today set.
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