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2019, 5*, afterlife, air, attachment, breathing, death, denial, fish, hands, hell, hook, identity, land, life, living, regret, self-cherishing, sound, water
oh yes, lookit
a morsel, just
hanging there
can’t believe my
luck, maybe too
good to be true,
look, wriggling
and juicy, ah
what the hell
openwide and
chomp; hmmm,
juicy, ahh: agh
hook through
my lip, no, I
didn’t mean,
it wasn’t me, I
wasn’t there, I
didn’t do nuffin’,
quick, I’ll rip my
lip, it’ll heal, just
get away, no
it’s up through
my mouth, shit
it’s sticking out
through my nose
how do I get
out of this … but
it was so juicy –
ugh, where’s the
air, where’s all that
water I was
thrashing around in
where am I, who
are all these others
with no faces, keep
still y’all, I can’t
breathe, I can’t
move through what
I live in like I
used to, what
these hands
like lands, who
am I, where
do I belong
heating up
heating up,
this land is
too hot, do
n’t put me
on it, I’ll
disintegrate
psssssh
Bodhisattvacharyavatara chapter VI, verse 89: These viciously sharp hooks cast by the kleśa-fishermen – these turbulent thoughts, these hateful emotions – and you, o pitiful mind, have been snagged on them again and again – [net-loads of you] – where you will inevitably be turned over to the guards of hell as raw ingredient, to be cooked-alive in the cauldrons there over and over again.
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air wormhole: distance
breathing & life & living & sound wormhole: breakfast
death wormhole: in deed
hands wormhole: mandala offering
identity wormhole: eyes like petals
water wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – sooner; / and later
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