2012/04/30 Leave a comment
2012/04/30 Leave a comment
It is a conspicuous fact that everybody acts according to his conditioning.
Philosophers and scientists think and behave in a certain way, musicians and poets in their way, politicians, spiritually aware, doctors, economists, hairdressers, house wifes, business people, thieves, activists, the rich and the poor, the gifted or the ignorant – so on and so forth – see the world in their specific way, each and everyone tacitly claiming his truth is the most valid.
The blind man claims his truth, the deaf, the catholic, the zen monk likewise.
But whose truth is more “valid”? The infatuated or the callous´, the whore´s or the saint´s, the truth of the “spiritually aware”, the truth of the atheist, or maybe the executioner knows best the course of things, or is it the victim…?
WHO IS THERE TO ASK WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT? WHO IS THERE TO TURN TO…?
Everybody is dying in his own language…
Whose truth are we expected to buy? Whose conditioning are we to swallow and digest today? In whose language do we want to die?…
This hollow and strenuous competition of opinion, everybody contradicting each other, everybody imposing and struggling to be right…
Really the world feels like a terrible nuisance sometimes. It´s a curse knowing that whatever “truth” you might say will be perceived according to the other´s conditioning and projection.
It is so infinitely tiresome and frustrating…
WHY SAY ANYTHING AT ALL, KNOWING BEFOREHAND THAT YOU WILL BE MISUNDERSTOOD ANYWAY?
Is it better to keep silent? I really wonder…
Can we ever break the mirrors of projection? Can we understand and be free from conditioning?
Can we ever…?
2012/04/29 2 Comments
You can read this post as it is, but if you want a clearer picture of this, you might want to read this first:
“Yesterday afternoon, I went to meet a friend.
We spoke about wishes, desire in general.
That is rather curious – like you, he expressed the same metaphor about the bar of soap. You can´t hold to it too strong, as it slips out of the hand; but if you stretch your palm and let the hand being relaxed, there is a chance one can seize the moment…
It is rather awkward to find words for what I try to say. The nearest I can come with, is that “now” is intertwined with different “nows” from “the future”, that somehow, different “nows” can be condensed into a simultaneous “now-experience” embracing both time and timelessness.
It is something like a film director watching every single shot, but having at the same time the whole clear picture going through every detail.
I will use again another music analogy – if a play a suite by Bach, every tone has to bear the whole piece, as if the whole piece was condensed in a single second. A tone is Now, but the whole piece becomes some kind of “enhanced now”. It feels that a 15 minutes long composition is contained in a single “now-breath”.
This is a very pragmatic and very fascinating inner process, if I sound like speculating is because I am short of words…
It happens to me quite often that I want something and before I think it, it happens. I could give innumerable examples of this. It´s like I got what I wanted, but I “was not responsible” for my actions, as I didn´t understand what I did.
I don´t know exactly what buttons I push in those moments, but there is some kind of “magic” mechanism, having to do with this “enhanced perception” of now…
It is a similar state like dreaming – when I am in that “magic now” I have the tools to direct and embody energies to get a PRECISE outcome, exactly like a writer or film director does.
It sounds like a terrible hubris, but in the same manner a film director plans his movie, one could deliberately create astounding things in real life.
What I kind of “know”, is that this “enhanced Now” is a powerful tool for deliberate creation.
We can create at will. I am aware that this may sound so unfounded and irrational, and although it seems like a simple delusion, it is a very powerful and fruitful process to unfold.
I would be very grateful for some feed back on this.”
2012/04/29 Leave a comment
Not normally one for Vampires but the following was written in response to tonight's Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub
Finger tip by finger tip
you tease me
through every note
of a lingering legato
In rise and fall, you
like distant thunder
in an opiate sky
Breath held in the black
and I descend in cinnabar…
2012/04/28 2 Comments