Saturday, 25 September 2010

This Horse

This Horse is unpredictable.
It gallops then trots,
This way, then that.

My trusted map turns out to be
Childish scrawl yet we climb through
beautiful valleys, lush with pines.

Abandoning thoughts of past & future
Illumined by the bright Moon,

I hum to myself,
- Squeeze its mane.



The Game

Let's play a game:

First pretend to split yourself into a billion pieces,
Then spend the rest of your life trying to put yourself back together again.

No matter what happens,
You won't move an inch.

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Each moment
- a bubble of pure emptiness.

POP!
NOTHING. EVER. HAPPENED.

Monday, 6 September 2010

Day Job

To constantly reject everything but your own obvious freedom is the passion of the true nobody. What could be more compassionate and more loving than to burn all of the excuses you cling to and rob you of every limitation you hold dear?



Sunday, 5 September 2010

Pathless


Really, there is no journey towards Enlightenment.

There is only the dissolution of the idea that you were ever a separate individual.