04 July 2014

Two Hundred and Forty-Two


Once you awaken to a larger view of life and times,
Memories sometimes revisit your teachers, and they are many.
In fact, there are probably few things from which you did not learn something,
However dreary and predictable, however profound and inscrutable.

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Another day witnessing the monkey-mind play itself out.
Mass delusion and insanity on a worldwide scale.
No doubt any aliens watching us have plans
To keep the contagion from spreading.

* * * *
Giving one’s full attention to so many absurdities
Requires such patience and compassion
That only saints can manage it.

* * * *
From innocence to curmudgeonly cheerfulness.
Where’s the instruction manual, anyway?

* * * *
In the greatest demon,
There is the crystal of goodness,
And in the greatest saint, a demon, held at bay.

* * * *
There is nothing more,
So do whatever needs doing,
And spend whatever’s left kicking back
And practicing on the vague notion of contentment.

* * * *
The song of godness, an eternal chorus born of time,
With no-one-can-ever-know how many narrations.

* * * *
The fruit does not fall far from the tree.
The monkey-mind does not wander far from the jungle.

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If you are going to lie, cheat, steal, and kill,
It is probably not wise to be too predictable about it,
Or else you may be caught, caged, perhaps even exterminated.