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One Thought

Posted in Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Poetry, The Liberation Through Hearing on January 6, 2017 by dreamlanddancing

One Mind…
Universal Mind.
Clear Mind.
Mind like Mirror.
“Mind like Water…”
Mu-Shin
Know Mind…
No Mind,
No Matter.
No Time,
Just This.
Just Now.
في مكان حيث أن الكلمات لا معنى لها،
(In a place where words have no meaning,)

Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent
01/05/2017

I’m back

Posted in Confessions of a Mad Philosopher, Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Escape Velocity, gratitutde, Memoires of a Post-Neo Dharma Bum, Zen on July 13, 2016 by dreamlanddancing

This is only the second time I have posted spontaneously since I started this blog.

Due to a back injury, I was incapacitated for nearly two months now, and am preparing to go back to work and resume normal activities of daily living.

Trust me, if I am in too much pain to post…all I could do was meditate, medicate, and try to leave my body; sometimes putting pen to paper to scratch out an idea that I did not want to forget.

I am most grateful for the experience. I frequently write on or around the subject of emotional pain, and I am no stranger to physical trauma, but I had lost touch with how pain can eventually create a sort of “slingshot effect” some call the “sub zone”. It was enlightening.

For me, it sent me to escape velocity spiritually.

Today I suddenly picked up a beautiful Fender Stratocaster that was given to me out of the gratitude a very dear friend felt for a favor that Suki and I had done out of love in her moment of need.

I sketched out the bare bones of a song I suddenly heard in my head that I slowly replicated on my instrument. It has been a very long time since that muse has whispered in my ear. I wrote some notations to make sure I don’t loose that moment, or those voicings and harmonies.

Suffice it to say, I am back; all around me, energies are flowing and Kaizen is in the air. All around me, what I had lost is slowly returning.

Some of it is material, and was badly needed, but the really important ethereal and occult and emotional/spiritual/transcendental blessings seemingly came out of the universe itself.

I became a paramedic to try to do penance for some of my previous actions; one day, I realized that just not being a bad person doesn’t necessarily make you a very good person. I had a lot of Karmic debts to pay. What followed nearly killed me and cost me my relative sanity more than once. I am not complaining; again I say I am NOW filled with gratitude for all of it.

I’m back.

Namasté
नमस्ते
Chazz Vincent

07/12/2016

 

 

Nothing Lasts Forever.

Posted in Bardo Thordol, Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Jantor To The Temple Of The Holy of Holies, Poetry on November 14, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

Nothing Lasts Forever.

No Thing Lasts for Ever.

That which we call Nothing…

The Void

yielded an entire universe

in one Big Bang.

The Bone of Space passes

through

Empty Space as thick as molasses.

Even this will not last forever.

What looks solid is empty

eventually we shall pass back into the void again

until a similar set of random circumstances

spits out another universe.

Things pop in and out

of existence

at the rate of

ten to the negative twenty-second

nanoseconds,

but

Nothing Lasts Forever.

No Thing Lasts for Ever.

But only Nothing(ness)

Lasts

Forever.

Just This.

Only This.

The void between

Nothingness and Eternity.

It has all the time that doesn’t exist

in all the universes

that ever have or ever will be

born.

“First there is a Mountain

then there is no Mountain,

Then there Is.”

I alone sit motionless

in its center

as the entire universe

hurtles through

something more…

something outside of itself…

something else

that is Nothing

that is less than Nothing.

Pure Yin,

the vagina of

pure existence

from which Everything

springs out of Nothing

that does not need a man

to complete it.

When we all are gone

there will be no sadness,

with no one to morn

our passing.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

11/11/2015

 

If Only We Knew…

Posted in Bardo Thordol, Crazy Zen Wisdom, Crossing the Abyss, Much Too Good For Children, The Liberation Through Hearing on October 18, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

If you had another ten thousand tomorrows,

what would you like to do?

What would you hope to have?

What will you need?

How do you hope you will feel?

Do you have any idea

how you are going

to accomplish this?

Suppose…

it was only a thousand more days….

What would you finish?

What would you start?

I hope you already know.

You may need to know soon….

(You will need to eventually.)

…or maybe not….

We have no idea.

We could be in the path

of a collision course

with an on-coming

frieght train…

or maybe not.

I have no more idea

than you do.

…probably.

How would you live

if you only had

one day?

How would you live if you thought you

would never die?

So here is my semi-rhetoical question:

In reconsideration of

the above-listed

rhetorical questions…

What are you going to do today?

How do you feel about it?

Do you believe

it is already

out of your control?

Why?

What?

How?

Do you think

you need to decide

what to do about it?

Do you believe

that you are powerless?

Even the Submissive

can exploit the

Ways of Power

and Majick.

Find your way.

Do what you love to do

first.

The rest will at least

seem

to come

a great deal easier

that way.

All by itself.

Like the spring rains

and the fish that swim

in and out of the lagoon

with the tide.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

10/18/2015

 

How do I Feel?

Posted in Buddhism, Crossing the Abyss, inspiration, Post-Neo Dharma Bum, Zen on October 14, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

How do I Feel about my World Today?

Then ask Why? seven times….

(Kaizen.)

Who is Asking these Questions?

And who answers?

Today’s Mantra…maybe.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

10/14/2915

 

 

 

I still get Hungry…

Posted in Bardo Thordol, Crossing the Abyss, Love, Mature Theme, Much Too Good For Children, NSFW, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone, Post-Neo Dharma Bum on May 31, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

bodhisattva Cundi7

I still get Hungry…
I enjoy being Hungry…
because
I also enjoy being Satiated…
…to consume….
…to be consumed….
I love Anticipation.
But most of all,
I want
for you to want me.
The question remains
“How much Drama
will this Dharma cost?”
“How much must we pay to play?”
I understand
that suffering follows
all desires.
But as long as
I know the price
and still desire to
Joyously
pursue Joy,
as even the arrow
pursues the intention
one cannot willfully
eschue
pleasure before it is sated.
Only then can you step aside
of your desires.
It is only then
that we proclaim
our noblest of intentions
nonetheless
inspired by an altogether otherwise
sort of fire
now alight in our chests
which once smoldered
in our nether-most regions.

I like also to feel
the rumble in my stomach
as hunger
overwhelms
all other desires
or intentions,
and I become the Hunter
and the Hunted
by choice of will, or passion,
or instinct
and strength.
I choose to live.
I choose to love…
not easy fairy-tale
puppy-love
as fragile
as a wood-nymph’s wing,
No…
this is tough and leather-clad
Love
astride
our engines of pleasure
sparked by impulse,
horsepower fueled by desire
compelled by instinct
injecting lust
supercharged with anticipation
undaunted by fear.
Poised and ready
for a
high-speed run
along the beach at night,
every lamp on high beam
penetrating the darkness
and the smell of Ocean in our hair.

As long as I still
enjoy the twenty-story
elevator shaft drop
just as much as
that accelerating ascent
that always preceedes it,
I’ll surf the waves
as best I can.
Until then…
until serenity
surplants enthusiasm,
…perhaps
some other time,
perhaps then….
when I no longer
enjoy being hungry.

As five hundred
lifetimes
come and go
in the batting of an eyelash,
we’ll meet again,
and if we don’t turn out
to be just as ignorant
and foolish
as we are now
it will be a miracle
to be celebrated
Here and Now
just as if we already had.
Let’s face it…
we both desearve it
just by wanting it
enough to pay the price.
Bound by Desire
a prisonser of Passion,
Every Hungry Woman
dreams
of the whipping-post.
Every Slave
loves
the collar.
Tomorrow’s Bodhisattva,
बोधिसत्त्व
is
Today’s
Post-Neo Dharma-Bum.

Namasté
नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent
05/30/2015

On Letting Go; Part One

Posted in Bardo Thordol, Crossing the Abyss, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Escape Velocity, Letting Go, Much Too Good For Children, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone with tags , , on May 3, 2015 by dreamlanddancing

On Letting Go

Part One

(Possessions)

Attachments occur when we try to possess anything that is not really ours, and when we do, we become possessed by this obsession.

As a student of Zen and the Tao I was quick to recognize how this applied to objects, money or other material items as well as by our desires.

I also came to realize that desire is suffering. I thought that by choosing to free myself of the addictions of desire, I would find happiness.

I followed the full cycle of Zen. Form is Form, Emptiness is Emptiness. Form is Emptiness, Emptiness is Form. No Form, no Emptiness. Magic and Madness: a stone girl dances to the sound of a guitar with no strings as birds of fire fly across a liquid sky. And finally, once again, Form is Form and Emptiness is Emptiness.

I recognized the impermanence of everything, and saw that all is meaningless folly.

I do not pretend to be a very good Buddhist. I am not.

I realized that without desire, there is no illusion of purpose.

Somewhere in the midst of the emptiness I realized that we cannot know what it is to be human or even alive without joyfully participating in the cycle of desire and suffering.

It is really a matter of making better choices about our desires, and accepting the inevitable suffering with loving kindness, grace and compassion, including for ourselves.

There are other aspects of letting go, like not holding on to old personal possessions that you know you will no longer use or letting go of items related to particular activities or hobbies like scuba diving, playing in a band, amateur radio station operation, surfing, deep sea fishing, or hunting if you are no longer doing them.

Just because they once gave you pleasure, doesn’t mean you have to drag them around with you for the rest of your life. The problem is that we don’t want to face the fact that we may be unlikely to engage in that particular activity again, yet we either miss the activity or the time in our life when it was a regular part of our activities of daily living, so we try to hold on to it.

Collections of collectable items that we believe will have increased value in the future are similar.

Just wait until you need money, and try to sell them. There are people who make their entire living by low-balling motivated sellers (like yourself) only to sell at a ridiculous mark-up to a motivated buyer with more money than brains and all the room in the world to store it.

If you live a a very large house and never have to move, you may never have to come to grips with just how much your possessions possess you.

It is reputed that at the exact moment of death, we become twenty-one grams lighter than we were when we were still alive. The Egyptians believed that after you died, Anubus, the jackal-headed god of the afterlife would weigh the heart of the deceased.

If it weighed less than the Shu feather of Truth and Justice from the headdress of Ma’at, you were presented to Osiris to join him in the afterlife. If it weighed more than the feather, it meant that your soul was burdened and made heavy with evil deeds; if so your heart would be devoured by Ammut, and you would be condemned to oblivion for eternity.

In spite of all of our sophistication and scientific knowledge, we have no more explanation of how or why the life force within us weighs twenty-one grams than how the existence of Dark Matter and Dark Energy serves as the missing factor in the disparities between General Relativity, Special Relativity, and Quantum Mechanics.

Escape velocity is the speed necessary for an object to overcome gravity so as to either free-fall in orbit or leave the clutches of Earth completely behind.

We need to let go; to be as unburdened as possible of negative emotions, superstitions, old habits, fear, guilt, possessions and addictions if we are ever able to hope to know Life completely and authentically.

Let go and lighten up.

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

05/02/2015

 

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