Saturday, May 15, 2010
what the bamboo isn't
when everything is seen to be phenomena occuring spontaneously without a thought,
there is no one driving down a back road by the river that is rising with the afternoon incoming tide;
there's only this now writing.
i've been waiting my entire life just to say this
upon planting this seed, just water with time and space
i am not the me i was when i started typing i am
i am [insert illusion]
if it's in my mind, i don't believe it
be lived and let live
everything i think, it isn't, including that thought
no thought, best thought
over one billion words served and still no truth with those fries
the bart simpson gita: i didn't do it
the homer simpson gita: duh!
the bhagavad gita: you are krishna, that's all.
the bamboo grows in my mind, but what the bamboo isn't, i am
ah grasshopper, what does the grasshopper hop when there is no grass?
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