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paisley
the self-drive of Hinayāna the Strait Way
the laser-way to just
snuff out this wholly illusory self
these wholly illusory selves (which is all ‘me’ I tells ya a-Ha-ha-ha-haa)
“must-defeat-kleśas …”
(meeting each one with tumbleweed silence)
“must-combat-self …”
(the root of proliferation of all other ‘not-me’s)
the extremest of all possible
imbalances – phfff
is maintained
it is, after all, the Buddha’s teaching, socially-taught, scripturally-crafted
but immersed in unending waves
over the longest fetch and the deepest fathom way below apparent
of the Buddha’s / the Buddhas’ oceans of conducts – exponential
squared and then squared exponentially again
to an existential incision
which finds neither root nor core
fulfilling the Buddha’s / the Buddhas’ (those come, immanent,
imminent and me) prayers
that “I” (amid all possible beings,
along with all the possible beings I have become in time and perpetuity, with whom I am related and have ever-performed the most awkward of dances, magnetic forces perpetually reversed) become Enlightened
is perpetually renewed
is perpetually redressed
is both perpetual and effulgent
the centre to the circumference where the centre starts apart
but widens the circle as it forms its own empty whorl
of the Extensive Way
it is, after all, the Buddhas’ teaching
to be relied on
implicitly
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
being & Buddha wormhole: this pocketed being
identity wormhole: taking birth
practice wormhole: ‘the practice …’
silence wormhole: time
time wormhole: the inevitable tock // when we close our eyes
mlewisredford 
Ooooh, “tumbleweed silence.” Yes, I have experienced that. Also an “existential incision which finds neither root nor core.” Love the images these conjure. Thank you!
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ahh, the heart valves sigh; thank you Jilanne.
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over the longest fetch and the deepest fathom way below apparent
The mountain high and the ocean low from your last post. This also reminds me of Ani DiFranco’s song ‘Everest’–”from the height of the Pacific to the depths of Everest…” (the final line)
that “I” (amid all possible beings,
along with all the possible beings I have become in time and perpetuity, with whom I am related and have ever-performed the most awkward of dances, magnetic forces perpetually reversed) become Enlightened
I think it ’twas Joan Didion who reminded us (herself?) it’s best to keep on ‘nodding terms’ with the person one used to be. She also said character is the well from which self-respect springs… but I would extend her pensee in light of your own words that it does not spring eternal, nor should it?
I’ve been focusing lately on a Thich Nhat Hanh quote: “Breathing in, I have arrived. Breathing out, I am home”. It’s helping me some.
I like the math of Buddhism too.
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so pleased to hear from you again; whereyoubeen (and of course I mean ‘where’ inside have you been if I read last phrases of comments correctly) (this, and the Wasp); but if you have been travelling, no matter, I will augment-quote Thich Nhat Hanh: “the further you travel, the more you stay where you are”
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Traveling but going nowhere. ‘The Wasp’ is trapped in amber. Still kicking? Not sure…. 🙂
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