Sunday, April 12, 2009

Easter Egg Hunt

My thoughts turn to numinous images embedded in my psyche: different notions of salvation. One can walk on water and bring the dead back to life with the power of faith.

If hope is to a Buddhist the negative admission of lack, and if hope is to a Christian or Jew the positive admission of desire, then hope is neither indulgence nor necessity. I'm not so sure about hope, though. Maybe there is a hope found in the Middle Way.

The most difficult thing to do is to be yourself: to embrace freedom and your singularity. We spend an inordinate amount of time running away from, instead of toward, ourselves.

I'm on an Easter Egg Hunt. I'm seeking the indestructible within.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Yeah, We've Got It All Fucked Up

We've got it all fucked up when the TV's higher than the temple.

We've got it all fucked up when the money symbol $ is higher than the heavens.

We've got it all fucked up when we grind ourselves to the bone into the deep blue future.

We've got it all fucked up when we've lost face to accompany the pretense of our most banal and mundane dreams.