Some Merv Griffin Metaphor

[Guest guest]

It was through Kramer, Cosmo Kramer

where i first heard dear, old Merv quoted

as saying something like this:

 

(Mr. Griffin said this on his show,

the show called "The Merv Griffin Show.)

 

Like this:

 

"Yes, I once spent a month one night in Reno."

 

Sometimes this reverses and one can say:

 

"Yes, i once spent a night one month in Reno."

 

Both ways are the same but perceived

by some as opposite. It's just time

monkeying around with the mind.

 

Some might say it's the mind

monkeying around with time.

Time is the monkey in the mind

keeping time always ticking by -

 

Say, "Bye-bye time."

 

Time flies.

It flies in the Face of Grace.

That would still be Dear Gloriaji,

perhaps performing Her slight of Hand.

She knows it's all in the wrist.

 

If you really mean it, sometimes

time stops.

And it doesn't really stop,

'cause time is not.

What is not, cannot be stopped.

Even if we really, really believe it.

 

Can You do it?

Can You take a caning from some,

some Zen sesshin served up

in the form of a Snowy Bald Mountain?

 

Someone said You can.

No shivering.

Must've been some recall of tummo.

i don't know, you know?

 

Can You see

God, the Self Showing as Silliness,

Doing the Cosmic Can-Can

while watching he monkey on the back burner

waiting to be brought to the boil,

like the boiling point when Barishnikov

became the Dance.

The Ballet became him.

Dance - Dancer - Dancing.

One Doing.

And no one's doing it!

 

This always makes me smile like

that happy raccoon we keep seeing,

even seeing him run real fast

in front of us returning

from the usual unusual Buddha lamp-post

viewing that we do.

It was like,

like he wanted to come in and visit,

maybe to woo Love into him

to be written into some Zen koan

later tonight, after the starfields

split our Hearts open, wide-open

like the Night-sky itself splitting open,

revealing all this as the Dark,

Bright, Beautiful One we Love.

 

At the top of the stairs,

in hibernation in a cave was a bear -

 

Anywhere - Everywhere Now.

 

We used to think "Bears in hibernation."

Now, i guess i just thought i would mention

Merv Griffin.

 

"A month one night!"

 

"A night one month!"

 

Just imagine, or

something like that,

just be the moth that finished

in the instant of the candlepoint,

the eye-point piercing Light

when You saw it go out.

 

Try and say it.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

, "mazie_l" <sraddha54@h...> wrote:

>Just imagine, or

something like that,

just be the moth that finished

in the instant of the candlepoint,

the eye-point piercing Light

when You saw it go out.

 

Try and say it.

 

 

....Despite the many fine things one can say

about light, my personal preference is fog,

especially in the morning, adorning Your Face,

the Face emerging from the mists You fly through

in Your Leap from the top

of Wudon Mountain, making

wishes come true, and it burns off gradually

revealing the brilliant emptiness of my body --

as far as the eye can see!

 

Today I cannot see or say myself.

 

In the bosom of this fog of forgetfulness

something seems to persist, impaled

on the exquisite tip of Attention.

 

I pause here, poised

at the utmost edge of

this lighthouse light beam,

transfixed at the nexus of

darkness and radiance.

 

All wishing has lead me here.

All wishing dissolves here.

>From this time on there will be

no landmarks, no buoys.

 

Somewhere, in the distance –

sound of a Shofar

 

ripples -

 

no center to this sound -

 

incense stick

between my fingers,

 

burning sensation

before the final ash

 

silence,

 

breathing...

 

 

I hear You,

 

 

breathing

 

 

 

LovAlways,

 

b