How Do You Want To Die?

[stilltrucking]

Your metaphors beat me up like Lily Hammers.

[sooZen]

Every day we die a little bit, a brain cell, a little less lung capacity (or in some of our cases a lot of lung capacity), yadda yadda...

No one of us knows how we will die unless we take a hand in the dying and that is chickenshit (sorry Gonzo...it's an easy out and who said it should be easy?) or some bonzo does it for us. The fantasy of death, easy or hard, haunts us because we spend so little time really living. The vast vacant masses rush from here to their deaths with little regard of actions...it is all rote.

How many rushing about like the headless chicken actually pause each day to contemplate the mysteries, the beauty, the wonder of living? Living in this moment, one never knows if death comes...

My fantasy death? In a fast car on the last lap of the Daytona 500 or the Armegeddon senario, a giant meteor slams the planet sending us into the sun... In the meantime bon appetite...eat, drink and be oh so merry.

[stilltrucking]

Eat drink and be merry because tomorrow you may be in Utah.

When push comes to shove and east meets west
I got Christ walking on that wine dark sea within me and I got a Buddha lamp to light my way.

I may have killed myself with self-pity.



Question:

INHALE through the LEFT nostril

http://buddhism.kalachakranet.org/Medit ... ation.html

I have had my head staved in so many times. But I am still on my little feat. I can only breathe out of one nostril. I been googling breathing and they don’t talk about no mouth breathers getting enlightened.

Smoke them if you got them

Shalom SoZen (so zen SooZen)

Old number 3 is running your front door

Hammer Hammer

[sooZen]

Jack...like my eighty-four year old daddy says: "just breathing is a gift..."

It does not matter which nostril one breathes thru...take a hit of fresh air my friend and be glad of it.

Salom to you also and to the world at large.

keep Hammering,
SooZ

Here is my edit: Tomorrow never comes, it is all right NOW, now.

[stilltrucking]

I can not tell you how much I treasure this book.
The ART of HAPPINESS
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/157322 ... e&n=283155

An American psychiatrist wrote it in conjunction with the Dalai Lama.

He has a bit in their about religion, he is not trying to convert anyone. He says no need to change religions.

Me I am sticking with The Faith Of A Heretic

http://faculty.plts.edu/gpence/html/kaufmann.htm

I do not know if you saw this bit, which I edited out of my original post to you

I don't know how many times I have posted stuff about walking on a beach with my lungs full of cancer and my pockets full of rocks.

And of course this bit that I edited out too.

Homeboy would not write a prescription for a tranquilizer for a woman’s anxiety attacks. She had COPD, on oxygen; and still smoking. . He told her that she was not having an anxiety attack, what she was experiencing was fear. And fear was all she had going for herself..

Before he became a psychiatrist he was a flight surgeon in the USAF. He treated some of the POW’s. He was so inspired by their stories of survival he decided to become a shrink. He uses an eclectic approach. I am going to give him a copy of the Dalai Lama’s book. It might help the next time he has to deal with a patient like that.

And I edited out this part too.

The worst thing is not getting straight answers. Tomorrow I want to know for sure.

Yesterday tomorrow was today.

It is a wake up call, life is beutiful. I am happy. What ever else happens the self pity is gone. And that makes me feel like Oedipus at Colonus, standing at his tomb and saying, "All is well."

Done.

[hester_prynne]

I wanna be singin a medly of "is that all there is" and "bye bye blackbird" at the top of my laboring lungs........

heh
H