Saturday, May 27, 2017

Act Nine

"The intention is to see the state of things in their correct perspective."

They're never going to catch the midnight rider. The eagle flies on Friday and Saturday I go out to play.

War is high division. And the workaday world is low war. Do not ask for whom the day remembers. The day is dreaming you.

Whatever isn't love is thought hiding as emotion. And philosophy is the blackest magic of all thoughts.

Love is that which thinks it's separate but knows it's not and thought is just a tool.

Joy is this child-like River Beyond adulteration. Joy is like the last number nine of number nine number nine number nine number nine.

Joy is my corrected vision. Joy is universal being without a personal check. And joy is a river overflowing its banks.

For joy is the default position. As if deep sleep is really what you are. And then you dreamt a big bad bang so I, pure awareness, am also self-aware.

Like take your stand on the highest ground you know. Dare to be embodied! No sin. No saint. No doing. Merit is intent. Being is Te of Tao.

The true trapper is like the Holy Trappist Who is waiting silently to be trapped. Like Thomas Merton at Polonnaruwa.

Learning to be is the final degree. Asking who am I is just like saying here I am. Sometimes you eat the snake and sometimes the snake eats you.

Heart Four

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