We delude ourselves
That things are stable
That things are permanent
That we are loved
That someone is there for us
That there is a lasting source
Of happiness in this world
Its easy to see why
Because this is comforting
Despite being untrue
We seem to need
To go on with our lives
To feel like we are embraced
Is here to show us
That everything is imbalanced
Nothing is permanent
We are not as loved as we think
In the end, no-one
Is really there for us
Everything is fleeting
Everyone and everything goes its own way
People use one another
They get what they want
Then they move on
Even physical presence
Does not entail a true connection
As the celestial wheel turns
People grow apart
In ways that even distance
To think of this
Brings about sadness
Brings about suffering
Its not what we want
It is somewhat terrifying
We want something real
We want something true
We want something profound
We want something lasting
We want a life that matters
We want to sing
From the depths of our souls
We want to embrace our loved ones
We want to know that they will alway be there for us
Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic
But I believe
That it is possible
The question is just
How it is possible
That’s the great mystery
That we are here to uncover
The comforting hum
Of the celestial wheel
Timeless and predictable
Ever the same
Yet varied slightly
With every turn
By Marcus Argentarius (20bc-30ad)
Translated by Fleur Adcock
“Love is not just a function of the eyes.
Beautiful objects will, of course, inspire
Possessive urges – you need not despise
Your taste. But when insatiable desire
Inflames you for a girl who’s out of fashion,
Lacking in glamour – plain, in fact – that fire
Is genuine; that’s the authentic passion.
Beauty,though, any critic can admire.”
“Looked at but cannot be seen – it is beyond form;
Listened to but cannot be heard – it is beyond sound;
Grasped at but cannot be touched – it is beyond reach;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.
In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what can not exist,
Its form formless,
Its image nothing,
Its name mystery,
Meet it, it has no face,
Follow it, it has no back.
Understand the past, but attend the present;
In this way you know the continuity of Tao,
Which is its essence.”
–Lao Tzu (Tao Te Ching – Peter Merel’s Interpolation)
“Embracing Tao, you become embraced.
Supple, breathing gently, you become reborn.
Clearing your vision, you become clear.
Nurturing your beloved, you become impartial.
Opening your heart, you become accepted.
Accepting the World, you embrace Tao.
Bearing and nurturing,
Creating but not owning,
Giving without demanding,
Controlling without authority,
This is love.”
— Lao Tzu (Tao te Ching — Peter Merel’s Interpolation)
The Master doesn’t try to be powerful;
thus he is truly powerful.
The ordinary man keeps reaching for power;
thus he never has enough.
The Master does nothing,
yet he leaves nothing undone.
The ordinary man is always doing things,
yet many more are left to be done.
The kind man does something,
yet something remains undone.
The just man does something,
and leaves many things to be done.
The moral man does something,
and when no one responds
he rolls up his sleeves and uses force.
When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
When goodness is lost, there is morality.
When morality is lost, there is ritual.
Ritual is the husk of true faith,
the beginning of chaos.
Therefore the Master concerns himself
with the depths and not the surface,
with the fruit and not the flower.
He has no will of his own.
He dwells in reality,
and lets all illusions go.
–Tao Te Ching (ch. 38 — S. Mitchell Translation)
I was Frustrated with the world, since as anyone can see, it is a vacuous place and its easy to feel forgotten and discarded. I wanted to know more, so I could finally understand, where I truly belong in this ungodly awful sham.
You see, it seems that all I get from this world is the same old thing, just an image of my life, that’s nothing, but unreal. Its as plain as day, to anyone who wishes to see, who they want me to be is not to be me.
So along came this guru, who says he can lay on a bed of nails. He says that I know nothing, and that my hands are firmly tied.
So then I got involved, and I later found that I don’t have the ability, nor could I ever, to find an answer inside. It seems I am just too corrupt and awful inside, but all I have to do to turn it around, is live the life that he tells me to.
So I’ll just drop everything, that I ever felt I should do, turn my back on my friends, and leave it all behind. They have no real value, as I have been told, since they are merely bags of waste; so I will just follow him down, into the dark hole of certainty. Continue reading Oh Guru, On that Bed of Nails: You Know It Better Than Anyone
I won’t remember what you were when you were young.
You were no one then and you’re nothing now.
Do you remember what you denied me then.
Do you remember what you deny my body now
I do, oh I do….
When I feel your heart we will come undone,
We will fall apart…
Will you deny me when I get down on my knees
You’re nothing now,
Your body’s burning down
Do you remember how cruel you used to be.
Do you remember what you deny my weakness now.
I do, oh I do….
When you remember who you are,
We will come undone.
We will fall apart…
When will you awaken
My dear friend
To the heaven all around us
Splayed open here before us
In this eternal moment
This holy experience
Endlessly you will try
To uncover the manifold mysteries of existence
But you fail to realize
That there is more than this
More than can be known
With the linear mind
Continue reading She’s a Universal Emptiness
This Is Mine
I Own It
I Own This Thing
I Hate Everything
That I Don’t Own
I Own This
I Own This Hole
Get Out Of My Hole
When You Touch My Things
You Spoil Them
When Things Get Dirty
I Spit Them Out
I Own This
I Own This