Sunday Stream (223) ~ Task Master

[Non Sum]

Hi Cecil, Happy New year, dude,
MT: Ours was quiet and enjoyable... enjoyable to see our #2 son, Nate, getting into the Holiday and yesterday, opening his gifts which brought him glee.

NS: You sound like Charlie Chan with your enumerated progeny. How old is Nate? Either being a kid, or watching one, is what makes Xmas into something besides just another day. For wife and I, it’s nothing beyond the day preceding the 26th.

MT: The mashed potatoes were very close to reaching that point of ... cool... but not so cool as to high five the taters.

NS: :^) I find keeping mashed potatoes hot calls for some trick that I’ve failed to learn. I’ve taken to mashing them on a still warm burner, which has helped, but still no rubber cigar.

MT: Surely this excessive movie indulgence makes for a dull boy..? How many movies must one see before you realize the plots are all alike - the pursuit bad over evil, of love over loss... altho these themes are what makes stories stories...

NS: It has been said that Homer (the Greek, not the Simpson) exhausted all the “themes,” but there’s much much more to a story than its thematic schematic. The human skeletal design is also “all alike”, but that still leaves plenty of room for diversity among its several wearers.

I’ll grant you my “dull boy” status, but that is in spite of, rather than a result of, the wide range of vicarious life experience I’ve gained from years of heavy reading, and viewing, of stories. I take cinema as the king & queen of artistic expression, and it is the entertainment (i.e. engagement) value of art that equates with its ability to communicate itself to others.

Cinema is artistic royalty because it, more than any other single art, blends together so many other arts into a gestalt that surpasses all its components collectively. It isn’t ‘just’ the graphic video art of motion photography and scene setting, but clearly performance art, auditory art, and literary and narrative art. All these working in grand concert to pull us out of our selves and lives, and deposit us in another reality entirely, for an extended period. Your ability to create art is a divine gift to be sure, and I’d steal it from you if I could. But, I rate the ability to be transported by literary and cinematic art to be nearly as great a gift; one that I have been able to steal and indulge myself unstintingly in for an entire lifetime of lifetimes.

Thanks for the ‘Public Enemy’ review. I will get it onto my list forthwith, if only to spare your “disappointment”. Depp does have the touch. Have you seen him in my wife’s favorite movie, ‘Benny & Joon’? I must own more than a ½ dozen of his flicks, including a musical called, ‘Cry Baby,’ in my film library of several hundred. No Netfix DVD today, so I’m debating between pulling out Depps’s ‘The Astronaut’s wife,’ and Willis in ‘The Sixth Sense.’ So, many difficult decisions I must make (sigh).

MT: “what is life without the joy of art, that which is inspired to inspire...”

NS: Exactly! That is why there can be no such thingy as “excessive movie indulgence.” Nor can “joy” “dull” this, or any, boy.

MT: Never again will I have to needlessly concern myself with the haunting uneasiness of being alone with the fantasy of others surrounding me never knowing aloneness.

NS: :^) atta boy!

MT: A much easier analogy to what I had said regarding one becoming so Spiritually moved, would be "stoned outta his head..." or "spaced out"... "on a trip".

NS: Those Be ‘head trips,’ not spiritual elevation. Meditators tend to confuse these radically divergent species. But, those who confuse ants with elephants evince some inexperience with pachyderms.

RE: NS: "It is never the individual who speaks, and the awakened never takes credit for words spoken, or withheld. "
MT: This line sounds as if 'we' are nothing more/nothing less that instruments for a greater good.

MT: One can either consider their self to be the instrument, or the musician.
”The body and the mind, the sense-organs and the intellect are instruments only. He knows himself other than the instrument.”(Bhagavad Gita)

MT: Who was it that said? When asked if he believed in God, he replied-
"Of course not! I believe in something much greater than that!"

NS: “Oh no. I believe in…” Is how I think it went, when Vladimir Horowitz responded to a cab driver’s theological inquiry.

MT: (My lovely mate asked: Are you two still on the Task Master thread?)

NS: Who is she asking, you or me? Perhaps, she is hinting broadly that we should shut up and go to sleep. What do you suggest? I often wonder if I am cluttering up your blog, and interfering with the placement of your most recent “Sunday Stream.” Mayhap, a PM, or email, would better suit?

I enjoyed your 2001 piece, and am happy to add it to my collection of your collection. So, you’ve had your insight for at least 9 years. Was there some event that brought it home to you? The ending of this piece brought to mind Edward Carpenter’s poem, indicating the overwhelming ‘Presence’ of Self, which went:

” Are you not aware? You, all the time--YOU. Like some great Egyptian King-God, seated, marble, with wide eyes looking out over the procession.”

[mtmynd]

Howdy, N(ever)S(tereotyped)... I'm giving this reply a second chance. Not a repeat of the first, mind you, for that would not be possible given the briefness of my aging memory, but a brand new reply. Exciting, eh?

NS: You sound like Charlie Chan with your enumerated progeny. How old is Nate?

Charlie Chan... I used to enjoy watching Charlie Chan... a film noir flavor of B&W along with a touch of humor. Do you have any films of Charlie in your extensive film library?

Nate is 32 years old. He's our unique Down's 'boy' whose had many trials and tribulations dealt him since his birth. He is his own story, a story that we, his parents, need to write some day.

NS: ... there’s much much more to a story than its thematic schematic. The human skeletal design is also “all alike”, but that still leaves plenty of room for diversity among its several wearers.

Well stated. Nate is a perfect example of that.

NS: "I take cinema as the king & queen of artistic expression, and it is the entertainment (i.e. engagement) value of art that equates with its ability to communicate itself to others."

You can take that to the bank. I concur. However, you, amigo, have stated this fact with a language that can only be fashioned from your years of experience with the medium. Your 2d paragraph is especially delightful to read and, once again, re-read.

NS: "Thanks for the ‘Public Enemy’ review."

My pleasure. However I will be most disappointed if you find the film to be less than what you expected. Enter the is movie with an empty mind, my friend, with no expectations other than 2 hrs of engaging enjoyment directed by Michael Mann.

I also enjoyed 'Bennie & Joon' altho it has been quite some time since I watched the movie. But I do know I was pleased with it. Now, 'Dead Man' was/is a movie that we (Soo and I) enjoyed very much... so much so that we watched it several times (which is most unusual for SooZen to do that).

Another Depp movie I enjoyed very much is 'Don Juan DeMarco' which held me quite spellbound watching Johnny perform with that old master Marlon Brando. The energy between them was amazing, given the history of Brando and the (then) relative newness of Depp. Faye was no slouch, either, btw.

NS: "Exactly! That is why there can be no such thingy as “excessive movie indulgence.” Nor can “joy” “dull” this, or any, boy. "

'Soitenly'! (don't mind me... ii often push the button because it's there)

NS: Those Be ‘head trips,’ not spiritual elevation.

Sorry, I was attempting a nickle analogy whereas I should've tried for a dollar analogy... but money not being what it used to be... However! your "those who confuse ants with elephants evince some inexperience with pachyderms", is priceless.

BTW- thanks for the clarification... Vlad was speaking my language with that comment. I knew you would know, N(early)S(uccinct).

NS: "Who is she asking, you or me? Perhaps, she is hinting broadly that we should shut up and go to sleep. What do you suggest? I often wonder if I am cluttering up your blog, and interfering with the placement of your most recent “Sunday Stream.” Mayhap, a PM, or email, would better suit?"

Upon reading that, SooZen exclaimed "No! I wouldn't be able to read these things you two talk about..." So there you go. Worry not about my blog being cluttered. It adds something to it. I'm not sure exactly what that 'it' is yet, but....

NS: "I enjoyed your 2001 piece, and am happy to add it to my collection of your collection."

I'm humbled by that. Thank you. Your mention of the word, 'collection', reminded me of a movie by the same name. It was a 1963 novel by John Fowles which was made into a movie in 1965. I'd like to see that once again to see how 44 years has held up the movie... which was a fascinating story.

NS: "So, you’ve had your insight for at least 9 years."

Longer, actually. 2001 was when I first began posting poems online... litkicks.com... which has gone thru multiple growth spurts in it's long existence going all the back to July 1994... still under the guidance of Levi Asher.

I was told about litkicks by my #1 son in 2000 or so and I began participating in the forums in 2001.

With that, old amigo, I will leave you with a 2005 piece -

<center>Meditation/Contemplation.

When all attachments have been cut.

When the mind is put to rest.

When ego dissolves into the ethers.

When self is realized.

At ease.

No magic...No thing

Pure silence

Origin of every thing

No thing to conclude

___________</center>

Until our next communique...

[Non Sum]

Hey dude,
MT: I'm giving this reply a second chance. Not a repeat of the first, mind you, for that would not be possible given the briefness of my aging memory, but a brand new reply. Exciting, eh?

NS: I’m all a’tingle with anticipation!
I appreciate your dogged determination in the face of hostile computers and flagging human memory. We’ve all dealt with the heartbreak of lost replies. The resulting emotion ain’t pretty.

MT: Do you have any films of Charlie in your extensive film library?

NS: Alas, no. It has been decades since the honorable detective and I have crossed paths, but I loved the pseudo-oriental guy like a crime solving, fortune cookie, uncle.

MT: Nate is 32 years old. He's our unique Down's 'boy' whose had many trials and tribulations dealt him since his birth. He is his own story, a story that we, his parents, need to write some day.

NS: I hope you do, my friend. I’d enjoy reading it. My wife and I have both spent time counseling the developmentally disadvantaged for the state of Maine. We have a grandson, now in his mid twenties, who was born a PKU baby whose diet was grossly mishandled by my, now deceased, ever disturbed, daughter. He remains with his adoptive parents.

I appreciate your kind words regarding my cinematic commentary. I too, often reread many of your choicer lines. I should probably mention that fact more often in order to encourage more of it. We clearly have similar appreciative tastes in well-turned phrases and ankles.

MT: Enter this movie with an empty mind, my friend,

NS: You’re kind to imply that I could do otherwise.
I can’t recall if I saw ‘Dead Man’ or not. That tells me it must be time to order it, even if I did see it. Thanks for the head-sup.
I do have a copy of ‘Don Juan DeMarco.’ As a lifelong radical romantic, I find its philosophy easy to relate to.

MT: 'Soitenly'! (don't mind me... ii often push the button because it's there)

NS: Is totally kool. What good are buttons if one does not push them, mtns if one does not climb them, or crows if one does not regularly eat them?

MT: However! your "those who confuse ants with elephants evince some inexperience with pachyderms", is priceless.

NS: Does that mean no cash coming this time?

MT: Upon reading that, SooZen exclaimed "No! I wouldn't be able to read these things you two talk about..."

NS: Cripes! You mean to say that others are here reading this stuff? I better clean up my act, and put my pants back on if we’ve got company.

MT: Your mention of the word, 'collection', reminded me of a movie by the same name.

NS: Do you mean, ‘The Collector’?

Thank you, for your 2005 piece as well. It is now safely ensconced in my collector’s cave. I wonder why it is that I find your verse philosophically more in harmony with my own metaphysics than your prose? Is your inner poet, like the ancient poets, more in touch with the thought of the gods, do you think?

Oh, I forgot to answer your snow inquiry way back. Never (well, almost) snows very much here, and what comes melts quickly. I don’t even own a snow shovel. It is hilarious (for a couple New Englanders), though, to watch the natives panic over a fractional dusting of the stuff. We’d been here about 2years, when we did get a blizzard. No power, no way to get out, for 5 days. I had to melt ice for water, and ration 5 gal of kerosene (living in one room) for our only source of heat. Not fun. I’ve been better prepared ever since, but it never repeated for these following 16 years of excessive preparedness. How about you, snow-wise, up there in your mountain aerie? Does it get very cold?

[mtmynd]

Evenin', N(ight)S(tar), which sounds suspiciously Native American now that I think about it. Are you perchance naively suspicious, NS...? (couldn't resist. my wife would flatly accuse me of being a cornball had she read this. Wait! she will! ).

Sorry to hear about your daughter and the problems she had with child rearing. Do you keep in touch with your grandson? How is his general health now that he is an adult?

NS: "I can’t recall if I saw ‘Dead Man’ or not. That tells me it must be time to order it, even if I did see it. Thanks for the head-sup.
I do have a copy of ‘Don Juan DeMarco.’ As a lifelong radical romantic, I find its philosophy easy to relate to. "

If you are unable to recall that movie, I would go out on a limb, ever so carefully, to report to you simply: "you have never seen Dead Man." The movie is... well... the movie is many things on many levels, but most importantly to me, it was damn good! So good that one viewing does not allow for one to take in the full impact of this movie. Put it on your queue, q.u.i.c.k.... before your aging mind forgets.

Happy to read you've enjoyed DJDeM... I would very much like to see it again... along with Dead Man... a great double feature for a cold and blistery day. Or anytime...

Speaking of movies... II almost forgot and perhaps you'd enjoy - Bad Boy Bubby. An Australian film from 1993 that is quite possibly the most unique and eccentric movie you have ever seen. The actor who plays Bubby, Nicolas Hope, performed, (I'm sure), one of the most difficult acting jobs I've been witness to. I saw this film 3 times and will warn you, should you take this mission, the first half-hour is a very difficult experience and one that completely had SooZen to the point where she walked out. I sat through it, (it's very important to the whole story) and encouraged her to watch it. She did.

NS: "Does that mean no cash coming this time? "

Don't get greedy... it will only trigger the 'more and more syndrome', which is inexcusable for a man in his 60's. Plus your Self would never forgive you.

NS: "Cripes! You mean to say that others are here reading this stuff? I better clean up my act, and put my pants back on if we’ve got company."

Please do, N(asty)S(horts)... this has gone on long enough. There is a very astute readership here on S8, but they will not easily tolerate an old man sitting at his keyboard in his shorts! I know this well. How many times I've been reprimanded by the Host, Doreen Peri, (bless her soul), I've lost count. But thanks to her ability to forgive the aged, I'm still here.

NS: "Do you mean, ‘The Collector’?"

Yes. Have you ever seen it? I doubt it's still available but what do I know..?

NS: "Thank you, for your 2005 piece as well. It is now safely ensconced in my collector’s cave. I wonder why it is that I find your verse philosophically more in harmony with my own metaphysics than your prose? Is your inner poet, like the ancient poets, more in touch with the thought of the gods, do you think?"

Firstly, Thank you! Is this collector's cave in accordance with the movie mentioned above, perchance..?

es, I, too, wonder why that is. I feel the majority of my prose satisfies the inner mystic of most after they give silent and serious thought to such matters. Altho the brevity of poetry has the propensity to distill the metaphysics of words into a more concise and palatable delivery, if you will, that often times most find more enjoyable rather than the sometimes tedious reading of lengthy prose relating to the same subject.

But when I do write such poetry, it may feel as though I'm channeling a place within that is doing the work thru me... a transcriber for another source.

Re: Phar Lepht weather - living in the High Chihuahua desert one quickly becomes aware of the extremes this environment goes thru. From drought-like conditions where the yearly rains average 8.7 inches, the temperature ranges from a record low of -8 degrees F. to a record high of 114 degrees, the Sun shines an average of 302 days yearly, all at an elevation of around 3800 feet, the city is built around the southern tip of the Franklin Mountains, where the Rio Grande comes thru from the North on its run South...

TMI?

[enough for this evening...]

[Non Sum]

I bring you greetings, MT (Magic Talisman). Do what you will with them. Though, they’re best to share with those who care. (maybe, I’ll get a job with ‘Hallmark’)

MT: Are you perchance naively suspicious, NS...?

NS: Sounds oxymoronic. So yeah, I probably am. Why do you ask; are you up to something that I should know about?

MT: Sorry to hear about your daughter and the problems she had with child rearing.

NS: ‘Tis all fate; something I resist arguing with.

MT: Do you keep in touch with your grandson? How is his general
health now that he is an adult?

NS: I only found out that he still lives a few months ago. Judging by the pictures my granddaughter sent (she too is new to us this year) he looks to be large, strong and healthy. His adoptive parents, apparently running a church based halfway house for youths, are ideal for his needs. We see no need to intrude.

Thanks for your movie recommendations, as you may imagine, at my consumption rate I’m constantly looking for good movie ideas. Not all of my rentals work out. You can probably hear today’s movie playing in the background. Wifey apparently likes it, but I can’t seem to get with it. It’s a documentary about a Tibetan Buddhist monk searching out his late master’s reincarnated ‘whatever‘ (since Buddhists have no soul according to the annata (anatma) doctrine). Talk about ‘attachment’!

MT: Don't get greedy... it will only trigger the 'more and more syndrome', which is inexcusable for a man in his 60's. Plus your Self would never forgive you.

NS: Too late. I’ve always been “greedy,” and that “syndrome” is how I keep score in the game of ‘more & more.’ What games have you had to give up whilst in your 60’s?

My Self has no idea of, or concern for, the demonic doings of this NS (Noxious Scum). He’s a throw-away, now soon to be trashed anyway. I’m one with old Omar’s “Eat, drink, and be Mary, for tomorrow you shall die.”

”The very one who pursues, who sees and knows and desires, has his existence only in relation to the ephemeral objects of his pursuit.” (Allan Watts)

MT: they will not easily tolerate an old man sitting at his keyboard in his shorts! I know this well. How many times I've been reprimanded by the Host, Doreen Peri

NS: It might have gone better for you not to have turned your video camera on. I’ve met Doreen briefly. Not knowing me, she was very kind and welcoming. She’ll learn.

Yes, I saw ‘The Collector’ back when it came out in ’65. I liked it then, but often time takes its toll on production values. Netflix has it, so it must be available on a DVD if you are looking for it. Didn’t the collector use his basement full of butterflys, rather than a “cave” full of poems? Let me tell you about my cave:

”In my house there is a cave,
And in the cave there is nothing at all --
Pure and wonderfully empty,
Resplendent, with a light like the sun.
A meal of greens will do for this old body,
A ragged coat will cover this phantom form.
Let a thousand saints appear before me --
I have the Buddha of Heavenly Truth!” (‘Poems From Cold Mountain’)

I did see “Dead Man,” and do recall enjoying it. I just ordered it for another viewing. I ordered ‘Bad Boy Bubby’ too. It looks to be very good, and has great reviews, thanks.

MT: when I do write such poetry, it may feel as though I'm channeling a place within that is doing the work thru me... a transcriber for another source.

NS: That may well explain the difference twixt your more conceptual prose, and insightful poetry. Not to say that either medium is entirely devoid of concept and insight, not at all (NS cowers in fear of master’s cuffing).

MT: all at an elevation of around 3800 feet, the city is built around the southern tip of the Franklin Mountains, where the Rio Grande comes thru from the North on its run South...

NS: Ergo ‘The Pass-o,’ one presumes. Thems some serious temperature variances you’ve got there pardner! More of a Goldilock’s climate here, especially after long stays in Maine and Florida. (We also used to travel between them, summering in one, wintering in the other. Only, I kept getting it confused which season for which place. So, we stopped ‘snow-birding’.) The seasons are equal in length here in TN, and actually seem to change on the exact designated date.

MT: TMI?

NS: No, I’m a big fan of geography. It comes from long days of staring at those colorful maps that lined elementary school walls, while the teacher taught the other kids who knows what-all.

I would think that desert living could be fascinating. I’ve driven through the SW, and loved the crisp clear air and broad bueno vistas. I know from 10 years living in Denver that altitude gives everything a certain sparkle as well. Since you’re currently living on a ‘cold mountain,’ I’ll leave you with another selection from same named infamous collection of Zen poems. This one also speaks of the two-fold nature of transcendence:

”There is a bodily self" and "There is Not a bodily self";
"I am," but the again, "I am not."
Thinking about such things, I weigh all sides,
Whiling away the hours, sitting with my back against a cliff,
Green grass growing up through my feet,
Red dust settling atop my head.
Local folk, seeing me like this,
Set out offerings of wine and fruit as if before a coffin.

Later, NS (Norwegian Spit-monkey)

[mtmynd]

G'day! Have you looked out your door today and seen all the newness surrounding you, N(ewly)S(urprised) ? If you're a wee bit confused, fear not, my friend... it's 2010 square in your face. It's only the beginning... the first step in many depending on how you count the steps - by the second? the minute? the hour? the day? perhaps the week? or even the month? Are choices are as vast as the choices we have created for ourselves in order to pin us down. But we still fight it... we will not stay pinned down for long. We're restless and wanting creatures, eager to know... know that which we do not know... know what's on the other side of the mountain... know what is out there in the night skies that twinkle in the distant, just at the other end of a long, long voyage of light years.

Well, today stop the pandering to mind. Cease! No mind is awaiting you. It's promise? You're kidding... you have to be kidding! No mind, of course!! That's all and that is enough. Anymore and you may become disturbed... twisted... chaotic, even... don't let that happen to you. Not today. No Mind, No Matter. Release the leash... put mind on the shelf with the other things that you only take down when you want them or need them. Imagine yourself walking around with your stuffed Gumby in your hand... and you don't even need him today...no need for Gumby. Not today, amigo. Put him up on the shelf with all the other things you don't need today.

No Mind/No Matter

Mind does not need you and you don't need Mind. Not the very first day of this New Year, created and made for Christian followers two thousand and ten years ago. That was then ... this is Now. Now is timeless and without borders... bouncing across the barriers inflicted by mind, it ceaseless chatter winding down.... down... down... as we speak....

enjoy...

[Non Sum]

G’day to you as well, MT (Massive Trauma),
MT: Have you looked out your door today and seen all the newness surrounding you, N(ewly)S(urprised) ?

NS: You’ve got to be kidding, M(ajor)T(asker)! It’s 21 degrees out there this morning. I’m keeping well away from all windows and doors, whilst focusing due diligence on my fire feeding frenzy. Excuse me while I ‘log in’ again…

MT: If you're a wee bit confused, fear not, my friend...

NS: If “confusion” resulted in fear, there would be no end to my terror.

MT: it's 2010 square in your face.

NS: Only if my square face is squarely facing a rectangular calendar. Otherwise, it remains perpetually, timelessly ‘Now.’ Even now.

MT: the first step in many depending on how you count the steps

NS: That would be according to a lineal model, and I can never seem to walk a straight line. Ask the police who pull me over for my regular exams. I tend more to wobble around in circles. Where is the beginning point on a cyclic model? “The seasons go round and round, like painted ponies go up and down. We are on a carousel of time..” The planet, the solar system, the galaxy, our cycle of lives, everything is spinning; making my mind far too dizzy to locate where any step may have started its stepping.

MT: Our choices are as vast as the choices we have created for ourselves in order to pin us down.

NS: How do you pin down a butterfly in mid-flight? Do butterflies ‘choose’ to fly rather than walk, or ride a bicycle? Or, is flight thrust upon them just as their wings were? Or greatness was thrust upon me?

MT: Well, today stop the pandering to mind.

NS: Only mind has a mind to do some mental pandering. Take yourself to be other than the mind, and ‘you’ will never again pander even to pandas. Does it trouble you that your computer is busy with words and pictures, when you clearly know it to be a mere device and not to be you yourself? Leave the ‘putr on or off, what difference does it make to you or it? Take your mind as nothing more than that, an onboard ‘putr, and you’ll see why it is called, ‘liberation.’

Questioner: “When some physical or mental trouble comes, my mind goes dull and grey, or seeks frantically for relief.”

Nisargadatta: “What does it matter? It is the mind that is dull or restless, not you.”

MT: put mind on the shelf with the other things that you only take down when you want them or need them.

NS: Only the mind-body has “wants or needs.” Remain a pure Self, the simple, unchanging, ‘Me’ that you have been all of your changing life. That Self does not need, nor desire, anything. Think of every desire you have ever had, and trace it to that which desires. Hunger for food? The physical appetite. Hunger for knowledge? A mental appetite. Hunger for love? An emotional appetite. Is the appetite satisfied, or yet unsatisfied? Regardless of which, am I not still ‘Me’ always, either way?

MT: Imagine yourself walking around with your stuffed Gumby in your hand... and you don't even need him today...no need for Gumby. Not today, amigo.

NS: NOW wait one minute there, friend! Nobody, and I mean No One, is snatching away my Gumby. So, just you back off, and think again.

MT: Mind does not need you and you don't need Mind.

NS: Now your singing a tune I can hum along with.

MT: this is Now. Now is timeless and without borders... bouncing across the barriers inflicted by mind

NS: Too true! There is no life in calendars and clocks; all land of the mind’s conceptual creatures. Life occurs only right Here & Now, i.e. within eternity. Our True Self is this Here, Now, infinite Being that is Self-Conscious of Itself. One may take themselves to be that living Self, OR they may go for the finite mental superimpositions of names, places, and persons. Are you in time, or are you in Now? Are you in Texas, or are you always Here? Are you a Cecil, or are you an unchanging Self called ‘I’? You speak of “choices,” here are some real choices for you to make before the mind’s creature, Cecil runs out of his time and Texas forever.

”I arise and pass. I am a spirit passing: out of all mortal suffering, out of the bruised and broken heart, out of tears, tears--falling seen, falling inward and unseen--out of the withering flame of desire, and out of all illusion, my spirit exhaled--floats over the world eternally.” (Edward Carpenter, disciple of Walt Whitman)

I did "enjoy," thank you.
NS (Now Signing-off)

[mtmynd]

Good evening, my friend! As Saturday whines down and the temperatures continue falling, I hope your firewood is dry and your chimney clear.

NS: Take yourself to be other than the mind, and ‘you’ will never again pander even to pandas.

Pandas and Gumbies... we got 'em all here with the Task Masters.

The mind ain't worth knowing when the soul knows better.

<center>_______
as long as i’m in this body

funny thing about eternity -
the damn thing is always there
much more so than the air
doesn’t evaporate like water
fire cant burn it up
the universe cant touch it
cant be measured
cant be contained
cant be denied
a lot like my love for life
'cept that i’m hardly eternal </center>