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nu’ink, / that’s what

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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2013, achievement, ambition, being, doing, existence, feeling, illusion, life, LoJong, non-doing, non-striving, practice, sitting, world

 

 

 

                nu’ink,
                that’s what

                                   I sit doing nothing
                                    achieving nothing
                                     evading anything which comes along and tries
                                     to feel something
                                     or to be anything
                                          it is not –

                or not –

            I shouldn’t even be doing it well
       or at least not try to be doing it well
                           or if I do anything well it is to give up all plan and ambition
            because I need to be trained well so that when I get up from sitting I’ll be limbered and loose to continue life in the unreal world
                                                         well

 

 

 

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

being wormhole: H e a v e
doing wormhole: Dr Strange VII – the madness of Mordo
life wormhole: Desolation Angels
practice wormhole: I am a solid block of stone
sitting wormhole: gently straighten
world wormhole: darkness

 

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to live with

12 Saturday Oct 2013

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2012, 6*, being, illusion, letting go, lifetimes, living, realisation, samsara, settling, sitting, time

 

 

 

                           sitting
                is loosening the spell
                I have been weaving
                all the time

                for so long

                so I need to spend
                a long time
                           sitting
                to pick at the weave
                a loop – no
                           tightening here –
                this clump then
                           as a whole
                folded through
                then bring the other
                           loop through
                           start again
                loosen
                the clump where’s that
                loop gone where’s that
                strand I’d already untangled
                I quite like this clump
                no I don’t …
                           a long long
                           absorbed
                           time

                I can’t just drop it all
                I can’t just dispel it
                           … just like that

                           … ah I hadn’t
                realised

                I hadn’t realised I need
                           to live with the dispelling
                           to live with the disentangling
                                     to smile on it
                                     to live in it
                           to make friends with the awkward bastard
                time after time after time

 

 

 

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

being & letting go & sitting wormhole: NOW!!!
lifetimes wormhole: Michael Redford: // someone missing
living wormhole: sometimes
realisation wormhole: chump
samsara wormhole: poessay IV
settling wormhole: every time ambition / breathes
time wormhole: half an hour

 

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illusion

07 Saturday Jul 2012

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2011, 4*, acceptance, growth, identity, illusion, life, sitting, society

 

 

 

                                              strong habit abstracting
                                              from a pointless world
                                              me versus the world whenever

                                              it solidifies centripetal
                                              to my centrifugal I should
                                              let go by looking where

                                              I am geographically emotionally
                                              cleanly completely once again
                                              hundreds of times all the time

                                              emerge from it and watch myself
                                              and the world spring up
                                              like an illusion

 

 

 

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

acceptance & identity & life wormhole: it is / where / I am
sitting wormhole: simply
society wormhole: Statue of Liberty

 

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