paisley // implicitly

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2022, 8*, being, Bodhisattva, Buddha, Buddhas, centre, circle, dharma, Enlightenment, Hinayana, identity, illusion, kleshas, Mahayana, mother sentient beings, nirvana, no-self, paisley, practice, prayer, sense of self, silence, time

            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

 

 

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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

 

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the Bodhisattva set out / for the Seat of Awakening

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2019, 7*, Arya Lalitavistara, Bodhisattva, Buddha, calm, dark, demon, earth, echo, elephant, food, ground, happiness, light, lion, lotus, mindfulness, mountain, omniscient, past life, path, plateau, power, river, samsara, spontaneity, stars, step, three poisons, Tree of Awakening, view, walking, wheel

                so he bathed in the Nairañjanā,
                he ate the food, his strength

                returned, and he began the walk
                toward the Great Tree; he walked

                with easy gait, grounded
                as a mountain, each step gained

                and graceful with no fight, dream
                or idea; the placement pad of a lion,

                the calliper-swing of an elephant,
                a stride that touched not the earth

                but left perfect wheels
                upon the ground, a step that echoed

                across the plateau, a step that
                levelled mountain paths, each step

                that lead to happy lands,
                each step sprung from past lotuses

                of love and stable intention,
                that rendered demons powerless

                that calmed all view, that evanesced
                the darkness and stopped the

                endless endless rounds; his
                walk outshone the distant stars,

                his walk becalmed the rulers;
                the walk spontaneous, the walk

                omniscient, the walk mindful
                of every ancient step, with such a gait

                the Bodhisattva set out
                for the Seat of Awakening

 

from the Arya Lalita Vistara Nama Mahayana Sutra – the life story of the Buddha – originally using the words from the translation by the Dharmachakra Translation 84000 Committee which is freely available online here (for which thank you, thank you) and then other words once my gaze had settled into the image; the ‘Nairañjanā’ is the river by which the Buddha practised his austerities, the ‘food’ was that given to him by Sujata

 

 

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Buddha wormhole: Sujātā
echo wormhole: so, how long is, a piece of string?
light wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
path wormhole: alabaster balustrade
power wormhole: in turgid reflection
river wormhole: Great Bridge, Rouen, 1896
stars wormhole: 11/1 by William Carlos Williams
walking wormhole: Valentine’s Day 2019

 

a nice grey woollen picnic blanket

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2013, 6*, Ashdown Forest, blanket, Bodhisattva, cars, children, driving, feeling, finding, grey, responsibility, roads, safety, sentient beings, sun, talking to myself, teaching, trees, warp, weft, wool

                                              OK
                                I think I get it:
                a nice grey woollen picnic blanket

                                I found the grey
                when crossing the road for the umpteenth time
                                safely

                                I felt the wool
                when I finally allowed that cars will keep driving
                along the road, well where else could they
                                go?

                                I suspect
                that there might be a fascinating check design
                in the warp and the weft but I am too busy
                to explore this now backward and forward across
                                the road

                                there
                are some trees and a sunny glen over there
                I can spread the blanket wide and enjoy
                the meal I carry heavy on my back there
                right after I have crossed my hundred thousand children
                                safely

                                one
                by one as they pop up to the side of the road, w-hupp, here’s
                                another one

 

 

 

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Ashdown Forest wormhole: memorial
cars wormhole: municipal garden
grey wormhole: every step I take
roads wormhole: 1968
sun & trees wormhole: while
talking to myself wormhole: free
teaching wormhole: ‘let them slide off …’

 

lost self

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2012, 4*, Bodhisattva, career, contentment, identity, life, love, powerlessness, recognition, self-compassion, superhero

 

 

 

                                     when ignored and powerless I say
                                     nothing and wish I was a superhero
                                              trouble is
                                     I am ever invisible and by-the-way which
                                     then tips me to wish I was a titanic bodhisattva

                                              if only
                                     I could get all my acts
                                     together and stop feeling sorry for my constant
                                              lost self
                                     I would feel more comfortable in the love
                                     I have rather than awkward in the recognition
                                              I don’t

 

 

 

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career & recognition wormhole: I don’t think I could do it anymore
identity wormhole: tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again
life wormhole: transition
love wormhole: again
superhero wormhole: inverse superhero

 

and no one would know

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2008, 5*, Batman, Bodhisattva, comics, Daredevil, growth, Iron Man, Superman, superpower, talking to myself

 

 

 

I am not blind – but if I could tune my senses as if I were I could be
      superhuman
            and no one would know
my parents were not shot down before me but if I could hold tight and
      always to what is right I could be immovable
            and no one would know
I may not have shrapnel near my heart but if I could create with
      what is to hand I could transform the world
            and no one would know
I may not come from another world but if I live here I could leap
      buildings with a single bound
            and no one would know

 

 

 

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Batman & comics wormholes: the Bat-parent
Superman & Daredevil wormhole: my / superpower
superpower wormhole: divorce
talking to myself wormhole: pattern

 

by default

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2011, 5*, Bodhisattva, growth, life, management, performance, speech, Superman, talking to myself, teaching

 

 

 

I heard the rationalisations made by others when my parents separated
            the state- agree- and pro-claims that come-on-now put life
               together again
I have always distrusted the way others have seen things-are
            over folded arms leaning on brooms
                      leaning on rhetorical interrogatives
                      for agreement – the essential glue of life
so I developed my own view and picture

                                by default

in contradistinction to the broom
            the bartered agreed proclaimed understandings
                      think alternatively from the usual
                      build myself alternatively from the usual
                      pride myself alternatively from the usual

when I was young I didn’t present my take
            because I was young
when I was a teen I questioned usuality but ended up hurting people
            and then shut up because they wouldn’t like me
when I was older I kept quiet in order to be-the-bodhisattva So That
   Others Might Live
            (actually I colluded with others that I was head-in-the-clouds
               and mostly useless)

but the school kept sloganizing for better performance
            kept provoking me to think about teaching
                      I couldn’t help it they kept goading me ‘this
                                is the way things are’
I placed my thoughts carefully in the rocket ship
            and shot them into the sky tucked-up cohesive dotted and teed
            they would grow to have a fine blue chest

but still they came from an alternative world
            still they would always be alien to the norm
for them to be listened to would be to redefine how things are seen
                      and why would they do that?
                                and why would I hope that they would?

 

 

 

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life & management & teaching wormhole: after all
performance wormhole: purity
speech wormhole: yes
talking to myself wormhole: right effort