child

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2017, 6*, becoming, Bodhisattvacharyavatara, Buddha, child, samsara, Shantideva, trees

                     child

                     magnificent beings stepped
                     between the trees and undergrowth

                     time and again with beautiful
                     robes and hems of rare design

                     calling for lost ones to come gather
                     but I remained hidden, sure

                     I could remember the way
                     to them catch up later and

                     surprise them all tadaa … when
                     I can move from this

                     hollow tree I excitedly found … and
                     have become

 

Bodhisattvacharyavatara, III 13-14

 

 

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Buddha wormhole: out!
child wormhole: ah … // oh … // meanwhile … // … // tha ya ta …
samsara wormhole: the purple mist between
trees wormhole: faintly apricot air?

 

my // shell – poewieview #19

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1970, 2016, Bowie, Buddha, delusion, desire, echo, eyes, forest, happiness, identity, karma, lifetimes, monkey, others, samsara, shadow, shell, the Three Poisons, thought, words

                my

                                shadows whip `round me
                                sometimes before you’ve
                                thought your words

                                you cannot help it
                                I have echoes in my eyes
                                from all the “I”s that faded

                                too soon to cast open their
                                only desires left hanging tantalic,
                                your monkey’s hand held tight in the

                                                                                 shell^*

 

^* “the prince heard the cry of a monkey in the forest: it had been trapped by hunters who used a nut case which was so-shaped that a monkey’s hand could fit into the shell when opened flat, but not if the hand was held as a fist.   The hunters placed food in the shell which greatly attracted the monkeys; when they put in their hands to grab the food they could not withdraw their hands, and yet they wanted the food so much that they would not let it go.   And so they were trapped.   This seemed to the prince that it might be the answer: beings find no happiness in life because the very act of trying to get happiness binds them to frustration.   In selfishly trying to grab their own lives, they were trapped in them.   The enemies to fight were the delusions within oneself: selfishness, pride, greed, belief in the self, anger, jealousy, hate, desire etc, those things which try to grasp happiness in life.”

Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major

 

 

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Bowie & eyes wormhole: don’t look / at her eyes – poewieview #18
Buddha wormhole: out!
echo wormhole: where the goblins leered – poewieview #14
identity wormhole: Shonagh – poewieview #17
lifetimes wormhole: thick thick fog
others wormhole: crescendoeing cascade of chordage – poewieview #10
samsara wormhole: Nostalgia for Samsara – poewieview #16
shadow wormhole: keep the light off
thought wormhole: strange / tarnish
words wormhole: crease and score of silver-morning sky

 

out!

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2014, being, Buddha, conception, context, desire, discernment, habit, identity, looking, Majjhima Nikaya, meditation, microscope, Pali, passive, point, reductionism, seeing, talking to myself, telescope, the Poison Arrow Analogy, thinking, transitive, will, world, writing

                                is seeing transitive
                                              or passive
                do you look to see as the will will direct
                                or do you select what you see as
                                              desire will allow
                                is it a microscope that focusses down
                                              to constituents
                                or a telescope that conceives
                                              what there is from what isn’t
                                do I see the point
                                              or contextualise it
                                              does it come to me
                                                              or do I dwell in the world defined by my looks and habit
                                                              is it both or neither

                                or should I just get this damn arrow out!
                                              of my eye

                                                              –O~~~

 

                                                                                    ~~~O–

                                                              so, is
                                              writing or meditating
                                                              transitive or passive …

                                                              – SLAP! –

 

“It’s just as if a man were wounded with an arrow thickly smeared with poison.   His friends & companions, kinsmen & relatives would provide him with a surgeon, and the man would say, ‘I won’t have this arrow removed until I know whether the man who wounded me was a noble warrior, a priest, a merchant, or a worker.’   He would say, ‘I won’t have this arrow removed until I know the given name & clan name of the man who wounded me… until I know whether he was tall, medium, or short… until I know whether he was dark, ruddy-brown, or golden-colored… until I know his home village, town, or city… until I know whether the bow with which I was wounded was a long bow or a crossbow… until I know whether the bowstring with which I was wounded was fiber, bamboo threads, sinew, hemp, or bark… until I know whether the shaft with which I was wounded was wild or cultivated… until I know whether the feathers of the shaft with which I was wounded were those of a vulture, a stork, a hawk, a peacock, or another bird… until I know whether the shaft with which I was wounded was bound with the sinew of an ox, a water buffalo, a langur, or a monkey.’   He would say, ‘I won’t have this arrow removed until I know whether the shaft with which I was wounded was that of a common arrow, a curved arrow, a barbed, a calf-toothed, or an oleander arrow.’   The man would die and those things would still remain unknown to him.”

from the “Cula-Malunkyovada Sutta: The Shorter Instructions to Malunkya” (Majjhima Nikaya 63), translated from the Pali by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.   Access to Insight (Legacy Edition), 30 November 2013, http://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/mn/mn.063.than.html .

 

 

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being & Buddha wormhole: de Boeddha // of light
identity wormhole: zok! and pow!
looking wormhole: dream 260815
meditation wormhole: between
seeing wormhole: now, the verticals go down as well as they go up
talking to myself wormhole: exactly equal
thinking wormhole: just saying, is all V: // … systematic and consistent disempowerment
world wormhole: Detective Comics #345
writing wormhole: enough

 

de Boeddha // of light

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2014, Amsterdam, being, body, Buddha, compassion, doing, Enlightenment, giving, head, lifetimes, light, sentient beings, silence, time

 

 

 

                                                                                   de Boeddha

                                                     both clean and smooth
                                                     but wears limb and body
                                                     nonchalant and draping
                                                     sheer from head to toe
                                                     all ripples to behold
                                                     and wafting slight and
                                                     silent from time to times
                                                     through naked need

                                     of light

 

 

 

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being wormhole: Eridge – Cowden
Buddha wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
compassion wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!
doing wormhole: exactly equal
giving wormhole: it is complete
lifetimes & silence & time wormhole: mauve / night
light wormhole: Railway Crossing, c. 1922-23

 

Buddha / Shakyamuni

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2014, blue, Buddha, cliffs, Gran Canaria, mantra, progress, sea, shadow, Shakyamuni, sky, sun, swimming

 

 

 

                                Buddha
                            Shakyamuni

                                no matter
                the progress I thought I made
                paddling on my back away from
                the cliff head to the sun

                                the point
                at which the bluffs and crags
                the face-shapes and scars
                exposed-cracked shadowed-clean
                distant distinct and clear

                                met
                the sheer sky from top to bottom
                                didn’t shift
                                at all

                om muni muni maha muniye soha

 

 

 

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blue & sky wormhole: Bodiam Castle
Buddha & sun wormhole: ambling around / the garden centre
sea wormhole: ‘discution poli / d’orage …’
shadow wormhole: library: start where you are IV // all the distance I have travelled!

 

ambling around / the garden centre

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2013, angel, awareness, Buddha, clouds, death, elephant, eyes, garden, lion, muse, naked, path, philosophy, posture, sitting, sun, time, walking

 

 

 

                                                              ambling around
                                                              the garden centre

                the sundial pointed through time
                     on a shorts-cloudy day
                and the fossil curled its long death
                     round in millennia

                the philosopher contemplated unaware of
                     his own nakedness
                and the angel contemplated the edge of the path
                     dejected

                the lion slept on paws the elephant awoke with trunk
                     for to curl the way
                and the maiden all-forlorn was nonetheless aware as the
                     dress slipped

but the Buddha’s head just stood and the Buddhas sat and lay all iconographically wrong and more than they should
                     in the gravel
                                              eyes
                                              half
                                              open

 

 

 

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awareness wormhole: sight / seeing
Buddha wormhole: between
clouds & eyes & time & walking wormhole: up here
death wormhole: letters to Mum VI – Years / after you have gone. Still.
garden wormhole: prologue-ing
muse wormhole: 1959
path wormhole: I will eventually drift tectonic
philosophy wormhole: teaching performance
posture wormhole: Brugges April 2015 – looking lost
sitting & sun wormhole: [start where you are III] – delve

 

between

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2015, being, between, blessing, Buddha, cliffs, duty, identity, letting go, looking, manfestation, meditation, non-doing, openness, power, realisation, sea, self, space, time, trust, Vajrapani

 

 

 

                                I learnt
                           a while ago that power
                                is to be
                           found between what it lets
                                manifest:
                           the blessing of Vajrapani when
                                I wasn’t
                           even looking for it but was
                                actively
                           open to it should it come along,
                                although
                           there is always space if you
                                don’t look
                           too carefully and there’s always
                                the duty
                           of not looking too carefully if you trust
                                the space
                           between enough to let it go to be
                                without
                           getting the needy self all tangled
                                up in it

                                I had a
                           hunch about this earlier* when
                                looking
                           back at the cliffs while floating on the sea and
                                watched
                           the Buddha sit in meditation
                                for hours
                           that seemed like geologic eras

 

* poem called ‘Buddha Shakyamuni’; yet to be published

 

 

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being wormhole: purpose
Buddha wormhole: silence
identity wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
letting go & realisation wormhole: relapse
looking wormhole: ‘the old chair rocked …’
meditation wormhole: tong // len
openness wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
power wormhole: Dr Strange II – … things are the same again
sea wormhole: September – silhouette of leaf // the / inside and the / outside
space wormhole: Woolwich Central – making life better II
time wormhole: what heavy and cantilevered structure

 

silence

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1981, afterlife, Amitabha, bark, Buddha, buildings, death, dog, Pure Land, red, silence, sound, Sukhāvatī, trees

 

 

 

                                   silence

                                   at night a bark
                                   in the estate

                                   echoed through
                                   the trees

                                   quick red moved
                                   through the buildings

                                   like a coat as
                                   Buddha Amitabha

                                   took it
                                   to a Pure Land

 

 

 

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Buddha & buildings & red & silence wormhole: Buddha Amitabha
death wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
dog wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
sound wormhole: lobby
trees wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight

 

Buddha Amitabha

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2014, afternoon, Amitabha, anatta, blessing, Buddha, buildings, city, clouds, distance, endeavour, identity, light, non-doing, posture, realisation, red, silence, sitting, skyline, windows

 

 

 

                                it was the Buddha Amitabha
                                sitting across the whole city

                                his red robes shaped of
                                every peak and building

                                like afternoon light
                                tinting the windows

                                drawing upwards and hovering
                                like a balmy shower yet to fall

                                airily with billows like a universal
                                banner and silent like distance

                                sitting nobly upright with
                                endeavour effortless in repose

                                where everything is already
                                done and yet notices even me

                                although he doesn’t look
                                and I cannot see

 

 

 

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afternoon wormhole: axis: bold as love
Buddha wormhole: Vajrapani
buildings & light & red & windows wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
city wormhole: great underbelly to the rooftops
clouds wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
identity wormhole: living mystery / murder theatre
posture wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich – Plumstead 290508 – / the breath of London
realisation wormhole: – sigh! –
silence & skyline wormhole: the silent night of the Batman
sitting wormhole: sometimes

 

Vajrapani

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'scape, 2014, Buddha, clouds, grass, haiku, power, sea, Seven Sisters, Vajrapani

 

 

 

                                                      Vajrapani

                             between the clouds the
                           sea and grasses the power
                                         of undulation

 

 

 

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Buddha wormhole: posture
clouds wormhole: oh-pen too
haiku(esque) wormhole: ‘I come from the brow …’
sea wormhole: a cup of tea, gov