Two life-savers from Gautama

There is O'monks,
The unmanifested, the unborn, the uncreated, the unformed, the unknown
For if there weren't
The unmanifested, the unborn, the uncreated, the unformed, the unknown
There would be no escape from
The manifested, the born, the created, the formed, the known

and

If there weren't
Ignorance
There wouldn't be
Enlightenment.



or something like that.

Yes it's non-sense, utterly!

In your externals,

The only thing that makes sense

Is sense ---

Logic, science, rationality.

And therefore,

If anyone believes

Some other mystical lies

In this external,

Then that person

Is deceiving/deluding themselves 

& others. 

But if you can 'perceive'

Something beyond the senses,

Something that doesn't lie in the senses,

Something that doesn't make sense,

Something that is non-sense (pay attention to hyphen) 

Then that's an entirely different matter. 

And in it,

There's no delusion, deception, refuting, arguing, discussing,

Because, you see, it doesn't lie in the senses,

And therefore it won't make any sense,

Because it's non-sense.

Pimple

A pimple is a pimple
Doesn't matter if
You live in a mansion
Or if
You are homeless.

If you have a pimple,
It'll hurt.
No matter where you are. 

So what next?

People often ask me,
So what are you doing next?
And I tell them something,
"I'll be doing this or I'll be doing that,"
And I also tell myself similar stories,
"So maybe I'll do this sometime from now,"
I say to myself,
"Or maybe I'll do that after sometime."

But to be honest,
And I speak truly to you now,
And to myself,
I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE ABOUT ANYTHING ANYTIME.
I just do what feels right,
And then see what happens,
And then I just do what feels right.

Once there is stillness,
There's no need to know anything. 

Koan #1

Lose the idea
That you know everything
And then,
You'll know everything.

Planet or Space?

You look at planets,
Big dense balls of mass,
In awe,
Hoping that someday,
You might become,
As big as them,
Obstructing everything around,
And having others,
Look upon you,
With the same awe,
Meanwhile,
Forgetting the,
Infinite vastness of space,
That has so lovingly,
Contained you,
And allowed you,
To pass through.

Such a shame.

If I were you,
I'd rather be space.  

Music

Ultimately everything is music,
The sounds you hear,
The images you watch,
The sensations you feel,
The tastes you taste,
And so on.

Everything is music,
Some just flow better,
And ease the soul,
While others obstruct,
And create contraction, suffering.