breaking points

[Axanderdeath]

Entangled in the heavy heart
Is art
Is the dead feeling of nothing
The light trace of
Hopelessness
Covered up by common sensed
Which is incased by cynical wryness
And bumbling bravado
Working it self out in hives, puss and tears
And everything keeps moving on
But the world has stopped in
Self pity of stale butt rooms
In down towns all over the world…

Selfish!

And the water keeps coming
And Africans keep dieing
The world keeps turning
Hotter and hotter. But never spinning off its course
Until
Peace.

[jimboloco]

turning inward
looking outside
mind the light

[stilltrucking]

Möbius mind
Inside is outside
Outside is inside

all continuous
Duality delusion
one consciousness


geoff That was beautiful, I don't know jacksh*t about Haiku
but I loved it. I know you did not write it for me
but I am grateful.


I found this book while I was surfing around for "continous multiplicity." Nothing to do with this but I liked this paragraph. I like it a lot. How come you never post to GO?

"When you read Zen literature," says Sher, "you must read each sentence with a fresh mind." And so should you write. "The real work of writing is, day after day, to discover how to maintain freshness." To do so, Sher advises (among other things) a single-minded focus, a daily writing period, sitting with a straight spine, and "letting words fall freely, without editing or censuring." By doing so, says Sher, your body "gives birth ... to what you never expected, predicted, could have thought up." Only then, adds Sher, should you revise. And when you do, revise boldly. "As Suzuki-roshi used to say about getting up when the alarm rings," she says, "'Never make the same decision twice.'" --Jane Steinberg



One Continuous Mistake : Four Noble Truths for Writers
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/de ... 3?v=glance

continous change

[jimboloco]

first thought best thought
fresh mind falling freely in
self pity of stale butt rooms

[stilltrucking]

Ouch
smells like an asthray in here
buddha say what's my hurry?

[jimboloco]

Man it is good to see your face.
Deep and sensitive you are
either an alien or a mutant
sensing the light trace of despair
hang heavy in the air
and futile, humble stirrings
making you strong
you belong in a victory garden.