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horizon

22 Friday Feb 2019

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2019, 6*, airport, being, clouds, conformity, discernment, existence, flying, height, horizon, mass, matter, passing, progress, quiet, sky, space, sun, thought, travelling

                horizon

                to a quiet corner of the airport,
                there were handrails across the sky

                with steps up and over
                passing clouds; later, up and climbing

                to cruise, we have clearance to pass
                through floating land

{it’s OK, it’s OK, strato-technology can only allow crust and cohesion with unauthorised approach, otherwise the whole cannot maintain buoyancy; and unauthorised approach just cannot frequently be allowed}

                but at 37 000 feet
                the thought writhes:

                does space allow the mass within,
                or does space tear horizontal shards in

                implacable matter by
                any possible progress

                until there is
                no possibility of making any discernment at all

                when the sun has fallen
                below our own event?

 

we went to Lanzarote for a brief holiday – or did Lanzarote come to us through the medium of fuselage; either way … the further you travel the deeper you stay where you are; flying … still weird

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & passing & sky wormhole: Hastings: neither all or nothing
clouds & sun wormhole: The Diligence at Louveciennes, 1870
horizon wormhole: and … // … sound
quiet wormhole: La Route de Louveciennes, 1870
space wormhole: sun setting over a lake, 1840
thought wormhole: Fishermen at Sea, 1796
travelling wormhole: SPRING AND ALL XI by William Carlos Williams

 

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diligence

11 Wednesday May 2016

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2013, being, discernment, doing, earth, flower, garden, gardening, growth, habit, life, practice, talking to myself, writing

 

 

 

                      can so easily lose the habit
                      of writing anything at all, even
                      of no significance; easy to

                      develop a discerning nose for
                      the finer things of life, that I would
                      end up with dry hard earth to show

                      for all my obsessive weeding rather
                      than the diligence of practice which
                      grows fit to flower when it will

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & life & practice wormhole: Jericho
doing & writing wormhole: the both passive and transitive / non-presumptive pre-conceptualist attenuation of being
garden wormhole: work
talking to myself wormhole: the writing’s on the wall

 

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the practice

17 Tuesday Nov 2015

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2013, being, creation, defining, discernment, emergence, emptiness, environment, gaze, groundlessness, identity, practice, simplicity, sitting, space, watching, wonder

 

 

 

                                              the practice

                                to emerging
                ever more openingly and simply
                                and only

                                into the very
                environment that in-fines the very sitting
                                and the very

                                being that I
                define as me both sitting and being but
                                really gazing

                                straight at
                and into the very space that allows those
                                definitions

                                to discern
                themselves in the first place at all and just
                                watch the

                                endless
                creations that compulsively wonder away and around
                                oblivious

                                from the emp-
                tiness searching both for land and identity
                                unnecessarily

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: zazen
emergence & sitting wormhole: sooner or later
emptiness wormhole: enough
groundlessness wormhole: addicted / compulsive / identity
identity wormhole: I survived
practice wormhole: offer the victory and accept the defeat
space wormhole: prayer to my self

 

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out!

17 Saturday Oct 2015

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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 .

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

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

 

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tag cloud poem III – the journey to BEING and back again

25 Tuesday Feb 2014

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2014, 4*, Batman, bedroom, being, bird, birds, birdsong, black, black bat, blue, books, branches, breakdown, breathing, breeze, Brighton, brown, buildings, bus, discernment, identity, path, possibility, reading, tag cloud poem, talking to myself

 

 

 

                between the Batman and the bedroom

                                   are all the possibility of

 

                                                                                 being

 

                                   much like all the discernment between the bird and birds
                                              without getting lost in the song

                                   but beware the long and windy path between black
                                                              the black bat
and blue

 

                                   always remember to read between the books –
                there is many a fall between branches and the open space of breakdown –

                                   and always ground yourself breathing with the breeze

                … especially when insensate in Brighton lost amid the brown brown facades of buildings

 

and never ever forget the moving bus
                                   especially from around the corners

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

Batman wormhole: wha’
bedroom & brown wormhole: … still waving!
being & talking to myself wormhole: the Big Stage
bird wormhole: looking
birds wormhole: the pleasant land / of counterpane
birdsong wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
black & buildings wormhole: still there?
black bat wormhole: LET’S GO!
blue & books & breeze & reading wormhole: transition
branches wormhole: let
breakdown wormhole: I don’t know what to do …
breathing wormhole: again
Brighton wormhole: new life
bus wormhole: ‘spilled out of the nurses’ / quarters …’
identity wormhole: shared anxiety
path wormhole; all the while / the flagpole rope / occasionally flaps / the breeze
tag cloud poem wormhole: tag cloud poem II – acceptance

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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