Candy
Akond:
national boundaries, names, walls, cries & dreads: we get born to awaken from the delusion of separateness! you appear and disappear;
you are pure white light, not only red white & blue, every color, no color!
(mumon) the lion had a secret to puzzle his cub.
with palms outstretched in all directions, i pause, ask why, with my whole broken skin bag, we eat mistakes like candy! (ek)
Me:
you are pure white light, not only red white & blue, every color, no color!
(mumon) the lion had a secret to puzzle his cub.
with palms outstretched in all directions, i pause, ask why, with my whole broken skin bag, we eat mistakes like candy! (ek)
Me:
[trite, but fun. thanks for the literal amuse-ment]
Becaused [sic] of ignorance.
Because in the immediate moment, doing the wrong thing can feel exactly like doing the right thing.
Sitting in the center of piled candy wrappers in the shop, we seek only the sweet sensation of sensual satisfaction, sans the gut wrenching indigestion that will soon follow.
And, there are too many ways to 'get it wrong', and so few that are right or even neutral in the long run.
And, in our ignorance we know so much, and see so much. 200 years ago - 1 month and 1 mile, now - a 1000 years, around the world. The mistakes sting exponentially.
And we grasp for everything in the sweet shop, deny ourselves nothing.
Knocking over delicate shelves,
Seeing the jars and candy fall to ruin, but unable to stop.
And when we do dive to save one jar, it is often to the ruin of seven others nearby.
And so we need to stop,
And sit,
And see we are in a sweet shop,
And, slowly, ever so slowly, sample little by little,
And walk delicately in kin hin from one jar to the next,
And let having satisfy as much as eating,
And plan the lifting of each lid carefully,
And never out pace the candy maker or wreak havoc in her shop.
Akond:
5th avenue bar! clark bar. dates. three pillars of zen!
Akond:
And never out pace the candy maker or wreak havoc in her shop.
Akond:
This is yours correct? I want to give you credit for that last line. It's a killer! And a keeper!
Me:
Yes, it is mine (but noting my muse was ignited by yours). In fact, it was originally on the page as "his" shop, but my edit seems a huge improvement.
Akond:
that last line is as theologically metaphoric as they come!
Akond:
Can't you see it on a t-shirt?
Me:
Lol - I can! The conversations resulting would be far more interesting in a fifth avenue bar than the suburbia I live in. I troubled for a moment on the graphic, but obviously it would be a clark bar.
Me:
Thanks for the post in Soto. I wonder who will 'see', who will comment, who will play.
Becaused [sic] of ignorance.
Because in the immediate moment, doing the wrong thing can feel exactly like doing the right thing.
Sitting in the center of piled candy wrappers in the shop, we seek only the sweet sensation of sensual satisfaction, sans the gut wrenching indigestion that will soon follow.
And, there are too many ways to 'get it wrong', and so few that are right or even neutral in the long run.
And, in our ignorance we know so much, and see so much. 200 years ago - 1 month and 1 mile, now - a 1000 years, around the world. The mistakes sting exponentially.
And we grasp for everything in the sweet shop, deny ourselves nothing.
Knocking over delicate shelves,
Seeing the jars and candy fall to ruin, but unable to stop.
And when we do dive to save one jar, it is often to the ruin of seven others nearby.
And so we need to stop,
And sit,
And see we are in a sweet shop,
And, slowly, ever so slowly, sample little by little,
And walk delicately in kin hin from one jar to the next,
And let having satisfy as much as eating,
And plan the lifting of each lid carefully,
And never out pace the candy maker or wreak havoc in her shop.
Akond:
5th avenue bar! clark bar. dates. three pillars of zen!
Akond:
And never out pace the candy maker or wreak havoc in her shop.
Akond:
This is yours correct? I want to give you credit for that last line. It's a killer! And a keeper!
Me:
Yes, it is mine (but noting my muse was ignited by yours). In fact, it was originally on the page as "his" shop, but my edit seems a huge improvement.
Akond:
that last line is as theologically metaphoric as they come!
Akond:
Can't you see it on a t-shirt?
Me:
Lol - I can! The conversations resulting would be far more interesting in a fifth avenue bar than the suburbia I live in. I troubled for a moment on the graphic, but obviously it would be a clark bar.
Me:
Thanks for the post in Soto. I wonder who will 'see', who will comment, who will play.
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