Guest guest Posted June 29, 2003 Report Share Posted June 29, 2003 All that cavalier talk about doing combat, doing dharma beating-meetings of the Buddha on all the roads i travel, it's begun to unravel. And now... Sheeee-eeee-eeessh! Now the rabble i once recognized and sought to chop as my well-worn "Wu-Whew don't I know" woes, and the waxing wise in noggin-cloggin' "know-it-all-wood," well, now my "I-Know-You-Well-GreenWood, blooming up and being but a bodhi-bud bursting open into Bodhidharma's Wall gone flush with color, is a sliver of Light's Lip-Spill lent to carry calmly, Compassionately as some sensuously sublimely peaceful water... This Life-Story of welling up with tears for Love... this two-not-two-o-duo is the Dharma Dancing near death and disease and always deftly doing the two-step and side-stepping the gate to gate gate to go all the way past Wu into the Heart of Loving You, and Loving You is Pure Heart-Dharma. Damn, b! I done gone God-gaga and God-gonzo in getting down in the Pada of the nada-nada neti-neti and the Net of Indra is a bad-a-binging and a bad-a-booming, to the moon with You-Two! Ah to the Dhamma! i do so Love this Drama of Waa-Waa wanting to wed and woo You. Dhammapada Drama Dharma is a Delightful Draught of the Tao, in the here and the now as it is and it is, and it is deigned Delicioso in all deity-dalliances delivered from the Designer, from the Insider allotted a visit, an audience of visual and victual verity fingered and filched from the Architect of Oh My! O! My Marvelous Ego! Well Darling Dharma Buddies, it's done drowned the clown claiming to have no cows of Shiva's. I am my own rude-rabble needing rousting, needing roasting in the claiming of cosmic-consciousness coming clean flames. The Tao's flickering and flaring, fanning and sparking the dharma-dog that's been barking about brevity, about vanity and vasanas being vanquished in a Verity blaze of means and ways born of intense inquiry-fires. The I will not die down until the last coal of questioning is quieted, until the bringing up the rear-fear baggage car of claiming doership is done, gone bold with the Know in the golden calf sacrificed briquettes of Investigating even the Friend and even Zen. Self-supreme suckiness of a tamasic tea of me has gone cold in Compassionate and clueless surrender. Like Attar I am filled with Awe and Bewilderment. All that cavalier talk about to-do's and to-don'ts' about doing heart to heart combat, doing dharma beating-meetings of the Buddha Bwana of WannaReallyWannaGetEnlightened, it has ambled ignorantly sweet, blissfully defeated along the made-in-mazie's-mind meanderings along the many mouths I've pressed into on the roads i've traveled. I wear terribly lovely tares and terrifically sharp tulles-tutus just for the glad of it and having it at hand. Happily having had enough of it, I can comically carry two-fisted palmfuls of Bombay halvah and hollar out how sweet it is ala Gleason on Alice when avoiding the moonshots, and mean it. And mean it. How Sweet it utterly Is, my Friends! It's begun to unravel even this now, and now... and now the rip yer heart out rabble i once recognized and sought to chop as my Wu Way to the Wonderful River of Mu, it's on view in the clues culled and combed from Chums in this list: Tell `em what you told me, Tozan Ryokai - The Apparent within the Real: "In the third watch of the night Before the moon appears, No wonder when we meet There is no recognition! Still cherished in my heart Is the beauty of earlier days. The Real within the Apparent: A sleepy eyed grandam Encounters herself in an old mirror. Clearly she see a face, But it doesn't resemble hers at all. Too bad, with a muddled head, She tried to recognize her reflection. The Coming from within the Real: Within nothingness there is a path Leading away from the dusts of the world. Even if you observe the taboo On the present emperors name, You will surpass that eloquent one of yore Who silenced every tongue. The Arrival at Mutual Integration: When two blades cross points, There's no need to withdraw. The master swordsman Is like the lotus blooming in the fire. Such a man has in and of himself A heaven soaring spirit. Unity Attained: Who dares to equal him Who fall into neither being or non-being!" "All men want to leave The current of ordinary life, But he, after all, comes back To sit among the coals and ashes..." And when I weighed myself heavy, hard and cold in being a brainless bad-ass bray-being barking out the boo-hiss kissings of the bad bitch of the west, the rest I thought I knew of i know i knew-wood, Wu-wood claiming having a clue about that damn dhamma D'Oh-hood, it disappears in the Dharma of being this just as it is and not trying, not wanting, not trying to change anything, anything about the way the Way wanders me and thee. My youth is but a screen-being, a lotus-bud born of Bodhidharma's bearing straight on course given to the force that forced the big B to just about go blind, Blinking not at a wall, not a wall, not a fucking wall... But blinking back tears of Joy to understand how much we are Loved, How much we are Love, How we are Love.... and we are lost in Love in our losing face and in our facing that we are not this or any other form. We are Performance returning for a curtain call, and not even the Light form is the full Informational Packet parlaying the full party-line Brava about Prana. We all carry as some sublimely peaceful water running smoothly, this Bodhidharma Wall of Watery Wonder and a sense Of going under for the third time when the clime and time is pre-set as Mime chiming in Pre-Existence that no one will get, ever get a chance in the infinite chances offered to save the beautiful drowning body or to salvage the sublimely suffocating mind. May my in-queries quickly give me up to the Quicksand of Chan! It was time to bear the witness to the Funeral Pyre of past hopes, past wishes and traditions, past rituals and dogmatized devotions and deliver it straight up to the Fire of I Am. Fawning in Fana, little Buddha's nipping it in the bud, BrainBudBloomin' in zoomin' God, bellying-up to Brahma's Bar raised another notch, and my watch and see is my Brohamster, my sister as me, and I see me sallying sweetly up to Sunyata Sam, and Sam I Am... Shit Fire! (As Granny used to say) He done set down the clam-shovel and bucket and the pearl needing no oyster of cloister, the Carnivalee claiming co-exhibitionist combat-clowner downers is clearly clowning around in not clowning around with me and thee. You see, Suchness and supine Cat-Purr persona are in the wanting nothing from no one mode, activated in Aum. And the Isness of this poet-business is actually just One-We writing lines in the Sky of Mind, as space-tracings and time-share tattlings... and Man O Manjusri, are we ever just getting down to the real Truth in the deepening of the cut of Kindness. Curing me of me, opening the pulsating white throat of Life and Love and Death and D'Oh with the Man of Manjusri playing fish, saying Go, go, go man go... As we go on marking a place where our fool's gold buddha-face will flush-flood out and spill our lie of self from the shelf lined with I, This Highlights the Yah of True Bright Mind. Make my day said the Dharma! Dhamma right, Dolly La Ma danced and sung. We da One, Brudder...no udder no mudder no fodder, And God I can still hear the tinny sounds from Camp Granada… Hello! Hello! Here we are. Here We Be... and we be the breath-taking Beauties, the beautiful bringers of bliss-breakfasts of Bhikku bearing Roshis repeating this Sunlit, Shams-I-Tabriz, torn from Rumi's heart stanza – "Break the wineglass and fall into the Glassblower's Breath…" LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2003 Report Share Posted June 30, 2003 Who am I? I don't ask . . . I don't tell. I just smile. Because Love knows the way. Peace Mazie. (I've been to lots of those places too.) Peace everyone. David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 30, 2003 Report Share Posted June 30, 2003 kisses for you and all that is you ! peace phil - "holmes_dc" <holmes_dc <> Monday, June 30, 2003 9:05 PM Re: Dharma Talk to Myself on Sunday Who am I? I don't ask . . . I don't tell. I just smile. Because Love knows the way. Peace Mazie. (I've been to lots of those places too.) Peace everyone. David /join The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart. Your use of is subject to Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 19, 2003 Report Share Posted July 19, 2003 Thanks Phil. May Joy shine on us all. , "philippe/shantiprod" <philippeplantey@f...> wrote: > kisses for you and all that is you ! > > peace > > phil > - > "holmes_dc" <holmes_dc> > <> > Monday, June 30, 2003 9:05 PM > Re: Dharma Talk to Myself on Sunday > > > Who am I? > > I don't ask . . . I don't tell. > > I just smile. > > Because Love knows the way. > > Peace Mazie. > > (I've been to lots of those places too.) > > Peace everyone. > > > David > > > > > > /join > > > > > > The Heart is the Self. The Self is the Heart. > > Your use of is subject to Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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