In moments (such as this), of extreme exhaustion and tiredness, do the glories and bones of Being reveal themselves…
The pain in my upper legs, excruciating…
The desires, wafting through my mind, powerful, wasteful, extraneous…
The realisation of this being all there is, is stark, as plain as the deep blue sunset that pierces the gloom with magical light..
A carefree gait plays upon my spiritual frame, despite the rancour of work-related issues, the untied, loose ends, the unspoken dissatisfactions…
All these issues and frames of mind pale into insignificance as compared to the breadth, depth and import of this moment, such as it is, fleeting, casual, momentary, ephemeral, etc..
I can only let go of all attempts to control the course of events, knowing as I do, deep in my heart of hearts, that nothing really matters to a point of worrying overtly about how they may pan out…
Continuously, in the daily round, I am becoming more and more aware of the futility of trying to do, or be other than I am…
True to my self-nature, I respond as best I can, in the best way possible at each moment, to the unfolding of events, as they appear on my horizon…
I bask in the not-knowing, for I have faith that grows exponentially day by day in the power of my meditations and vows of aspiration to lead an open life…
It matters not a jot whether I succeed or fail, only that I live fully, only that I strive for awakening to each and every joyful and ghastly lump of experience that falls my way..
I do no more duck and dive, but open arms readily to bliss and crap in random order, discriminating not betwixt the two..
I no longer look for favour to the privileged ones any more than turn my back on the disenfranchised - I survey all beyond with equal credit and seek to redress imbalance created in former moments of ignorance..
I leave you now, gentle reader, not sure if this prose poem works, but feeling the lighter for self-expression…
With myriad bows, etc…
I am first and foremost a wondering, open-minded human spirit whose only true understanding is ephemeral, ever-changing and vulnerable to the unending and mysterious denouement of this journey we call life………………………..
soto zen buddhist, father, 'special needs' teacher (specialism: autism), musician, artist, graduate: philosophy/sociology/psychology, free spirit, journeyman, trier et al,
am humble (youthful mind), try to avoid cant and humbug of new age semantics, although extremely open-minded and willing to cast a non-judgemental gaze over any cognisant theory.
well-versed (albeit some age ago!) in experimentation in the psychedelic experience - 'acid' was my first teacher and led me to awaken from a prior socially constructed sense of self to the here and now.
Thankfully discovered the wondrous benefits of serene reflection meditation [aka ZAZEN] and thus able to pursue a sanguine, ordinary and vibrant path through the vicissitudes of daily life with a firm anchor
awakening is an ongoing endeavour: nowhere to put your feet up -
<<GOING, GOING, GOING ON, ALWAYS GOING ON, ALWAYS BECOMING BUDDHA, HAIL,HAIL, HAIL>>
with bows,
si@fu aka shining brick august 2006 | | |
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