Understanding is alright
as far as prisons go, though
not understanding is better
One foot follows the other.
Once movement is begun
it is difficult to stop,
hence, the strange treasure,
the halting dissonance of
“I don’t know.”
Knowing things obviously is fine and necessary. The insight of the East is that attachment to knowledge as the vehicle of truth is an error. We gnaw at what we know. We can never leave well enough alone. Is truth something that would submit to such nonsense? Consensus maybe, but consensus is just an agreement to stop arguing. To stop gnawing.
Photo: my old bird-feeder, nay rat-feeder.
when you see
the freshly plowed sand
run across it
shouting “oh no!—oh no!”
like an idiot
my land speed record
was beaten by a guy
who just stood there
Photo: my brother, presenting himself for photographic opportunities at the Bonneville salt flats, recorded by his wife, June of 2015.
I grow tired of
attending your funerals.
How many is it now
but my memory is poor.
talk about your wordless moment
every move an escape from the present
and we worry about oppression
as if it comes from without
those imprisoned for their ideas
were already imprisoned by them
there are no false moves
only moves falsely accused
there is wordlessness and long cons
and not much in between
Tricked by pranksters
into thinking about not thinking?
I don’t think so.
the greatest architect of all
the tallest church spire built to date
points to the sky, the heavens’ loft
where nervous angels fidget, wait
come and rest your weary mind
let impulse self-propelled, abate
when all is said and done you still
jump up to go, you’re always late
when resting, things aren’t getting done
this thought that teases as we wait
there’s always something in the queue
a deadline looming, what’s the date?
always one thing more to do
or entertain, a great debate
to argue, or some plan you made
this train of thought and all its freight
but everything you’ve seen and heard
the flowers smelled, the apples ate
one vast and empty matrix full
of clicks on shiny mental bait
attachment and its object rise
together in a spacious state
and dissipate as one together
where early is the same as late
the gap between before and later
where everything appears innate
defies the yearning grip of mind
so how you like them apples, mate?
So it came to pass that Adam and Eve were seduced by a serpent who’s every word split at the fork of his tongue and produced the multiplicity of countless things and their names. A new garden of endless variety. For the serpent, a cake walk. The vision must have sold itself.
What grand excellent simplicity must have preceded the fall into knowledge. The shear emptiness of things obliterated by the explosion of facts about their qualities. Time itself will be exhausted by the endless examination and tabulation of the many things and their qualities.
What the fable calls knowledge, we call ignorance. The tree which bears the forbidden fruit grows from its roots in the mind. What the fable calls forbidden, we call mistaken. The blush of shame blooms from its basis in a dream where a self has staked its claim in a universe opposed, and strategies begin to percolate in their pots.
Eve and Adam were not expelled from the paradise of unadorned reality, they left of their own volition. The serpent’s name may well have been Volition.
“When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”
Patience is said to be a virtue because it is completely accepting of what is here and now. Impatience is that troubling desire to be elsewhere, or for a situation to be other than what it is, or for reality to other than reality. Impatience is looking ahead without skill and turning this moment into a conundrum. Likewise, looking back with longing and pride upon your accomplishment is equally unskillful. Everything is smeared with our precious fingerprints. Attachment is an active involvement with unreal mental constructs. Treating the unreal as real is bound to be problematic, no?
Memories collect automatically. We do not need to sort and categorize, treasure some or try to forget others. No need to build up a shrine for our little accomplishments. The memories will keep. We already have the panoramic view of the here and now. Don’t clutter it up.
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