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Drink It All Up

TsultrimTsultrim Hawaii Veteran

Nobody is going to save us, of this i know.
Sometimes it must be nice to have a god
Maybe i'll make one up, nah it's already been done.
And they say she doesn't answer the phone.

So many have died in her name
Yet the angels continue to sing, i believe , but not for me.
What do they use to keep their wings white, bleach?
I'll have to ask Travolta.

Tired again, occupational hazard being a human
Hunger too, things go poorly without food for the old animal,
Our beast of burden for thoughts and emotion.
How can it carry such a load every day, and we wonder why our neck hurts after work.
Reminds of the Zen master who ask a monk, "Who is it that carries your corpse around ?"
And bye gum the monk got it.

Emptiness is bliss and so is ignorance,
But they both can't be , probably some relative- worlder came up with the ignorance bit.
That's all they know really and doesn't the heart bleed for them?
Is that why your heart is always bleeding in the pictures Jesus
Or does the Father just like bleeding, he set up the cross and all
And look what he's done to the holy ghost, can't even see him
Maybe she's really Christian emptiness, hmm?

Energy coming back slowly, much better than too fast, then it's on the rotisserie
Not a bad metaphor for samsara or the hell realm for that matter.
They say vajra hell is the worst, pervert the vajrayana teachings and it's down the chute, hot, hot , hot
Like Vegas i guess, all you want all the time, life in the fast lane and you can't get off.

Sun was out, warming the cockles of my heart, i think they're shells, cockle shells?
Why would they be in one's heart, there's so much to know and so little time?
Maybe i should rhyme, about key lime, they put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up
It's almost but not quite time to sup, wassup they say down here, pidgin and lord it's funny
And spoken by the nicest people i've ever known, materialism is killing them though, like everything else worth while.

Emptiness is aware,that's how we know about it, how about that?
And objects seen non dualistically are seen as That with a capital T, how about that?
And all this is meaningless, how about that, and the Great Bard knew.
Ben Jonson realized he was the fastest gun in the West, how about that.

Is it possible to run out of cyberspace, or is it like emptiness?
Could i fill it all up with this discursiveness, i don't think so?
I better not chance it and simply say that if you have read all this
You have my gratitude and admiration.

Shoshin

Comments

  • ShoshinShoshin No one in particular Nowhere Special Veteran

    Food for thought for the beast of burden :)

  • TsultrimTsultrim Hawaii Veteran

    Be nice to the beast, he doesn't know he's a beast.

  • federicafederica Seeker of the clear blue sky... Its better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt Moderator

    No, it's not that he doesn't know he's a beast: It's that he doesn't know that's what we call him. He has no identity. He doesn't call himself anything.
    He has the right idea, by the way....

  • TsultrimTsultrim Hawaii Veteran

    @federica said:
    No, it's not that he doesn't know he's a beast: It's that he doesn't know that's what we call him. He has no identity. He doesn't call himself anything.
    He has the right idea, by the way....

    He doesn't know he's a beast or anything else. How's that?

    No, his idea isn't that good, like most ideas. It's fine to label things. How can we get on in the relative world without labels; how about paying with a credit card or a check without having a name.

    The trick is seeing that our labels are not us. We are not federica or tsultrim, we are not our job or even our body. We are emptiness: nothingness inseparable from awareness.

    I have at times when suffering wished i were an animal and therefore unaware of being anything. I follow what you are saying @federica.

  • TsultrimTsultrim Hawaii Veteran

    Beginner's Luck

    I looked at a religion called Buddhism, where I can't even try
    I can’t do anything, it’s enough to make you cry.

    It’s a place where all they talk about is nothing
    And everything I want to add is something.

    And then they question what happens when we're dead
    When all I want to do is die in bed.

    At times they begin “’who wants to know?””
    Post back and forth put on a bloody show.

    And they pick on God enough to make you sick
    They’re all doomed to hell and it's gonna be quick.

    And what’s all this about nonduality
    When Martha’s right here and so’s my TV?
    If they are me then where’s the antenna on my head
    And where’s my dress not the trousers I have on instead?

    They go on about enlightenment and how no one does it
    I wonder, ‘Who do they think they’re talking to, an idiot ?”’

    They started me on sitting meditation
    And I told them I was interested in levitation.
    I sit each day about to lose my mind
    And the cushion is killing my behind
    I have thoughts that make me shudder
    Emotions that never cease to bother
    My breath I almost never see
    And after awhile I always have to pee.

    I don’t know about this Buddhist stuff, I think I’ve had my fill
    There’s bingo at the church to night , I’ll go check Martha’s till.

  • federicafederica Seeker of the clear blue sky... Its better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt Moderator

    ...And if I win, I'll move to Martha's Vineyard....

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