vacation from the "matrix"

[Guest guest]

greetings

i'll be going to no mail mode for no describable reason whatsoever. i

leave you with a poem and a few words from brother doug, more precisely

self-named, Nial Page. no mail, headless way, or a prison with out

bars--this is where i am

 

love

nial & gen

 

re: nonduality/duality, Nial writes:

"you cannot communicate *anything* without duality! everything has its

opposite and if it *didn't* you could not relate to it! I've thought

about this a lot. Two perceptions, sacred or world. *Now* pay close

attention, there is a very present danger to trying to bring peace to

the world. We can only really understand peace as the aftermath of war

and that would be a mess, I don't know. . . .But if love for your fellow

beings and steadfast knowledge and faith and good works isn't enough,

then I will mindfully perish trying!"

 

Nial adds that he "can hardly wait to log in my own dual self."

and sends a poem.

it is called:

BLOOD and TEA LEAVES

Some may say i have fractional reality

Or stereopathic psychosis

I install dreams on my walls

And lose the key to the locks

So i sit under trees

In the pouring rain

Like it would really kill me

Shit, it won't even try

So i answer questions while i'm miles away

Looking while they look

And wonder what they wonder

Give me tests take my blood

Scan my brain read my fuckin'

tea leaves

And somewhere in the sediment

At the bottom of a chinese cup

I filter my distorted vision

To match the music i hear

With hundred yard gaze

I flee

for all i know

i'm the string on the neck

of some mad gysies guitar. ..

--Nial