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Tathātā ~ Wednesday, October 22, 2025

If I could drop away body and mind foreign objects in light of pure spirit I wait for the green light to cross the street conditions since before I was born blind ontological metaphors for sight under a hoodie, I lose, bit by bit literal sense of self, in the white heat denotation drops away, basic sense drops away, Descartes drops away, despite reason in Cartesian coordinates ordinary mind drops away, dharma plays tricks, makes tests, sets rules that law dictates appears and disappears, observes karma weighs the idea of truth, faced with difference active interconnections intertwine yet, blindness precludes occlusions in time blindness shuts out knowledge of the future ontological metaphors decline desperate efforts to foresee events yet, what is always is, stop on a dime all events already exist, endure never passing, always present, to find demonstrably, the monster makes no sense maybe the Minotaur is my brother in all events, a connection to fate not prede...
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Ondrǣdan ~ Sunday, October 19, 2025

Kiss loving-kindness goodbye, chicken industrial food processing governs loving-kindness amongst humanity loving-kindness breakfast patties quicken chicken-hearted protesters to the quick rush the stage and trample the slow by turns understand, say sorry, full of pity say sorry and move on, enjoy the show humanity on display, take your pick display the sick, spiteful, unattractive egotistical bankruptcies of greed suck sugar and eat fat, the inactive trigger point diet, a second term creed religious politics out the window objects in mirror reflect the feeders yet, late capitalism calls our bluff answers, answers everywhere, the questions never discussed, never with rug beaters destroy the world to inherit the earth monsters, so ordinary, they sell stuff artisanal espresso drinks, gestures kill the chickens to make breakfast patties eat up, kids, yum-yum good, what is it worth if there is no heaven or hell, the rules never apply to the few who will kill take commercial farming, say les...
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The Eternal Sky does not Inhibit the Flight of the White Clouds ~ Friday, October 17, 2025

"The eternal sky does not inhibit the flight of the white clouds." ~ Eihei Kōroku 15 Rational Zen: The Mind of Dōgen Zenji, p.51 Translated and edited by Thomas Cleary Shambhala Publications, Inc., Boston, 1992 This morning, a fuzzy caterpillar hobbled and bobbled across the pavement enjoying the moment and full of awe endless folds unravel Axis Polar terminal, a Blue bike comes to a stop empires rise and fall, but to tell it slant repay the overdue balance, to owe never recovers until all debts end as the Blue bicyclist passes, I step lightly, full of trepidation, my fear subject to possibility, to math kiss the world goodbye, squishy fuzzy guy yet, oblivious to harm done, the myth dies but the caterpillar remains gay ordinary probability, far external factors, those seen and unseen sick with anger against entitlement no one cares about the caterpillar oblivious to harm done all too soon tranquility in equanimity inside the mind, empty of ideas, punt no one catches on to Axi...
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A Lesson in Chán ~ Friday, October 17, 2025

If sex were conditional and intense for as a drunk wasted goes twice unheard sex on the beach sounds gritty as a drink even internet porn says drop your pants xylophone, a code word for beating off work in the red light district makes it hard even at sunset, her junk in the trunk real time sex slaves travel to Istanbul even if it were funny, if you laugh condoms break and you may end up with twins ontologically, no such thing as love nothing but being there for your son, Hans diminished returns plays fifths at your grave irons left in the fire, beat the anvil tragically, a life without love or sex intuition shows love, an illusion of political proportions, is not nothing but something contingent, a fox answers the call for the chase as busy love without sex is A Lesson in Chán answers from the fox appear much too pat nothing comes from nothing, love must exist despite diminished fifths, tritone baby insincere for a lark, the fox plays dumb nothing exists that ha...
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Mumble Bunny Dreams about Retirement ~ Thursday, October 16, 2025

Mumble Bumble stumbles down the staircase underneath he hears the laughter, says less moves stiffly as if he wears a peg leg beautiful women watch him climb up close laughter from his children, what does he care erase the past with each step, such a loss Bumble Mumble can do without, to lag under the weight of his corpulent heft multiple people say start with your core but he devours apples leaving the stem leaving this world behind, body and mind entering the eternal thunderstorm surfing the ocean of ideas to mend troubles as a result of his short shrift unsympathetic suffering for change murder the ephemeral soul and stew blindly in the darkness, sit and unthink lest the self awakens and seeks revenge exit the sorrow of a sugarcube soft and malleable, how could he stow dissidents in his carry-on and thank obsolete blue jeans for ventilation work until the stars disappear, the cove needlessly hides the ancient gods, no cure thankfully for body image but love h...
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The Theory of Poetic Experience: Time ~ Thursday, October 16, 2025

Theory sees the dead bird on the pavement holds the idea, nothing lasts forever exhibits sympathy for a dead bird only to walk away, to see a glint reflects the mind of the abstract thinker yet, the windows distract birds and they fall onto the pavement, where we feel no guilt fallen birds on my way to work, I cry Poetic, the visceral world, drunkard of the first kill as ritual bloodsport esthetic stalking, stealthily approach the hunters of the chase in the spirit inane to smile at a camera and touch caution with blood-smeared face, the death of joy Experience over decades observes xenoi as strangers or even as guests patient, waiting for services rendered encounters the ephemeral and starves realizing the middle path as sage ignorance misunderstands why wind gusts empty the sky of clouds beyond the starred notion of space, finite or infinite creation, an idea of God, a seiche exists before time, fishermen need bait Time creates memories, duality intuition of...
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The Dreamworld of a Mathematician ~ Wednesday, October 15, 2025

The bodies of women, murdered, buried hidden beneath humus, where, forgotten each corpse, brutally raped, their locations burned in his memories, beside the road or, in a fresh garden, how convenient dead but not forgotten, beneath the sun in a ditch, not easy to find, trash cans easy, too easy to get caught, he knows sick, spiteful, unattractive, yet brilliant of the bodies, he keeps a ledger, where for the most part, meticulously set written in code by a madman, the choir of angels in his mind praise his black cat mentally, his focus, to sharpen claws enter this den of iniquity, thrown neatly in a pile, down in the basement messy garden apartment, where he lives under the cover of darkness, at dawn resting comfortably on a firm mattress deep in sleep, delta waves, the ceiling slant endlessly strange in design, he behaves reasonably well inside, no bodies end up here, he was once a man of class despite his avocation, he reads maths beloved professor, hit by a c...
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