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Friday the Thirteenth

Posted in Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Janitor To The Temple Of The Holy Of Holies, Much Too Good For Children, Observations of a Recovering Buddhist, Possibly Dangerous to Everyone on March 13, 2020 by dreamlanddancing

…so I wake up hearing a voice whispering “Oh shit! Here we go again…why can’t we just go back to sleep?”

“Indeed. In fact, why bother to wake up at all?” I found myself replying, albeit sarcastically.

(I suddenly realize that at this point, I am engaged in clever repartee with myself.)

And it was then that I realized that I was only dreaming.

Nevertheless, I found myself deeply disturbed that such notions were in my head at all.

Yes it was only a dream, but apparently, dark impulses must be generated from within, but why?

One year was enough…too much in fact…for either recuperation or morning. Life was slipping through my fingers…as if trying to cup my hands to catch my own blood.

I was suddenly overcome by anxiety, as I felt my chest tighten and I became short of breath, as if suffocating.

It was then that I realized that I was only dreaming.

So I went to my long forgotten mistress, my muse, the keyboard, with whom so much time had passed, so long ago.

Initially, she rebuffed my advances, shamed me, questioned my motives, and demanded to know my intentions; jealous and hurt, she nonetheless reluctantly consented to physical congress, although it was really her affections that I had missed the most.

Go figure.

The longer that I tried to express myself, the further down the rabbit hole I fell.

I fell so far that it felt like I was flying, and suddenly I was.

It was then that I realized that I had only been dreaming….

Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei
さよなら絶望先生
(Goodbye, Master of Despair)

Namasté
नमस्ते

Sukhino Bhava
सुखिनोऽभव)

Chazz Vincent
Friday, the 13th of March, 2020

Return to Nothing

Posted in Crossing the Abyss, Dangerous and Unsavory ideas that are possibly harmful to the weak-mided and overly simplistic and religious, Janitor To The Temple Of The Holy Of Holies, Much Too Good For Children, Poetry with tags , on August 28, 2019 by dreamlanddancing

 

 

Knowing Nothing. Doing Nothing.

Wu-wei

 

No.

Wu!

Nothing

 

Everything associated with the Mind is subject 

to duality, 

impermanence and illusion.

 

Yes.

 

Our thinking minds

create all the suffering in the world

as they inject fear into the future

generated by ruminating about the past, 

leading us to believe

we cannot live without our minds.

 

Perhaps.

 

Our minds, like spoiled toddlers

having a tantrum in public.

 

We’ll see what we can do.

 

In loosing our minds,

the air and the water become still 

and everything becomes completely clear.

 

For a moment.

 

Everything you need, you already have.

Everything you need to know, you already know.

Everything you need to be, you already are.

 

Always.

 

The return of Nothing Special.

 

Everyday Zen.

Wu-wei wu

(One less thing to neglect.)

 

Planck time is the ever-present never-present

present moment

Between Nothingness and Eternity.

 

Everything is.

Was.

and

Will be.

Right here.

Right now.

 

 

 

 

Namasté

नमस्ते

Chazz Vincent

08/27/19

 

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