I love "Occupy Wall Street." I hope you folks; storm the Bastille and kick out the jams--just don't mess with my Social Security, Medicare-in-waiting, or damage my life savings which, unfortunately, are in the hands of the pigs at the trough. Other than that, draw-and-quarter every motherfucker who just can't get enough, will you? The other night I thought I'd check out the FOX coverage/propaganda of it, and what a treat! The great bag-o-wind, himself, Geraldo Rivera held court on-site, camera crew in tow. The demonstrators had a few well spoken members, but then El Mustachio put the mic in front of a couple of time bombs. The first got off a "we've been fucked--" before the G-Man pulled it back, and then he settled the mic in front of a longhair with a tattooed forehead and the bemused smile (shit-eating grin) of someone who could only be tripping. "What do you think of all this?" said G. Dude was dead silent for a long second, smile detached and schizophrenic, and then he spouts, "This is preposterous!" Big grin. "It's preposterous!" G-Man whips away like a snake has struck and moves to other folks, but during each successive interview the goof inserts his leering maw into the background, wordless, unhinged, living in the chemical moment. He is the polar opposite of the hedge fund manager up the street, whose heart and soul have withered into a financial dowser's wand.
"This world [of the substance of Buddha-nature]--unfixed, devoid of mass, beyond individuality or personality--is outside the realm of imagination." - Roshi Philip Kapleau
That is, it is apprehended by something other than mind or the five senses. This new sense, if it could be called such, does not bind or qualify or discriminate in any way. It illuminates. It informs. It is infinitely empty and adaptable.
Of even the furthest celestial body,
I am farther.
Of the tiniest quark or photon,
I am of it.
Without hub, without axle I am
Spokes of fire
Spinning like a cat's eye marble
Across a floor of Spanish tile.
Mumon's comment on the koan "Mu" sums up my writing plight: "You will be like a mute who has had a dream [and is unable to speak about it]."
In samadhi I abide (there is abiding) prior to any trace of discrimination through mind or senses. This abiding has a winnowing effect on thought. Thoughts and sensory stimuli do continue, but now absent the mental echo chamber they appear and disappear without friction, free of ego, pure and unstained. Samadhi is sensing without a sense organ, knowing without thinking, living in presence free of space and time. It is intuition fulfilled, ceaselessly and blissfully.
Attention must turn from the objective (the body-mind and all its products) to the subjective. Attention to the personal subjective (I am) then dissolves into the boundless impersonal Subject (am). This in turn falls away, leaving...emptiness filled to brimming! The snake, which is really a rope, swallows its own tail and excretes the world.
"This world [of the substance of Buddha-nature]--unfixed, devoid of mass, beyond individuality or personality--is outside the realm of imagination." - Roshi Philip Kapleau
That is, it is apprehended by something other than mind or the five senses. This new sense, if it could be called such, does not bind or qualify or discriminate in any way. It illuminates. It informs. It is infinitely empty and adaptable.
Of even the furthest celestial body,
I am farther.
Of the tiniest quark or photon,
I am of it.
Without hub, without axle I am
Spokes of fire
Spinning like a cat's eye marble
Across a floor of Spanish tile.
Mumon's comment on the koan "Mu" sums up my writing plight: "You will be like a mute who has had a dream [and is unable to speak about it]."
In samadhi I abide (there is abiding) prior to any trace of discrimination through mind or senses. This abiding has a winnowing effect on thought. Thoughts and sensory stimuli do continue, but now absent the mental echo chamber they appear and disappear without friction, free of ego, pure and unstained. Samadhi is sensing without a sense organ, knowing without thinking, living in presence free of space and time. It is intuition fulfilled, ceaselessly and blissfully.
Attention must turn from the objective (the body-mind and all its products) to the subjective. Attention to the personal subjective (I am) then dissolves into the boundless impersonal Subject (am). This in turn falls away, leaving...emptiness filled to brimming! The snake, which is really a rope, swallows its own tail and excretes the world.
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