According to Buddha
Emptiness is a mode of perception, a way of looking at experience. It adds nothing to and takes nothing away from the raw data of physical and mental events. You look at events in the mind and the senses with no thought of whether there’s anything lying behind them.
ain’t no use in calling up your friends
ain’t no use in hiding in your bed
and ain’t no use in standing on your head
cause no new sights can fill your loneliness
***
Highway 39, Central Alberta ~ July 2015.
According to Buddha
On a trail atop White-Crane’s green cliffs,
My recluse friend’s home in solitude,
Step and courtyard empty; water and rock,
Forest and creek free of axe and fish trap.
Months and years perfect old pines here.
Wind and frost keep bitter bamboo sparse.
Gazing deep, ancestral ways my own again…
give it time and we wonder why do what we can laugh and we cry
and we sleep in your dust because we’ve seen this all before
culture fades with tears and grace leaving us stunned hollow with shame
we have seen this all seen this all before
many tribes of a modern kind doing brand new work same spirit by side
joining hearts and hands and ancestral twine ancestral twine
slowly it fades
slowly we fade
spirit bird she creaks and groans she knows she has, seen this all before she has, seen this all before…
***
Edmonton, Alberta ~ Terwillegar Park ~ April 2015.
According to Buddha
According to the logic of that old, deluded world, freedom means being at liberty to come and go as we please. Such a definition of freedom is often very useful to an oppressive regime. That is because freedom, if so defined, becomes something that can then be taken away. Tsunesaburo Makiguchi said no when offered his freedom because the offer itself was deluded. His captors, who thought they were free but in reality were the “thought prisoners” of an oppressive government and the victims of a degraded religious culture that had long since capitulated on the matter of basic human rights, therefore had nothing to offer him. He was free already.
are you a dancer in this world?
do you walk the sundance of life?
but all you wanted was to be…free
what i wanted was to be…me
***
Royal Alberta Museum ~ Edmonton ~ March 2015
according to Buddha
The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
…it is calling
get out of that box…
…finish your freak…
according to Buddha
There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness
man cave n. A dedicated area of a house,
such as a basement, workshop, or garage,
where a man can be alone or socialize with his friends
according to Buddha
You must leave righteous ways behind, not to speak of unrighteous ways
another simple precept from Buddha is ‘do not use intoxicants‘.
pondering the subject at hand, Gregory Bateson said that everything is intoxicating, that it’s just a matter of the level….
as i listen to Bob Marley ‘red red wine’
oh red red red wine
according to Buddha
even death is not to be feared by one who has lived wisely…
along with the impermanence doctrine…a reality that knows no change, decay or death…
wisely wise…
as dictated and guided by wisdom;
containing and exhibiting wisdom;
well adapted to produce good effects;
good…good effects…
having knowledge; knowing; enlightened; of extensive information; erudite; learned.
knowledge…learned knowledge…
versed in art and science; skillful; dexterous; specifically, skilled in divination.
good not bad learned knowledge…
hence, prudent; calculating; shrewd; wary; subtle; crafty.
wisdom…
hence, especially, making due use of knowledge; discerning and judging soundly concerning what is true or false, proper or improper;
dualisms…
choosing the best ends and the best means for accomplishing them; sagacious.
way of being or acting; manner; mode; fashion….
so where do unwise folks go when they die?
is the sum total of an individual’s actions of body, speech and mind…good, bad and neutral…taken in their current and previous lives.
i abandon my obsession/s
open my luggage, again
i find a gift: the gift i give myself when i drop myths about who i am
and be honest about what i am doing with each moment
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