Digital Shamanism
Well if you must use the Facebook™
Make sure it aids in Recapitulation.
Nothing doing online
Among disillusioned Dreamers.
Where be the seasoned Warriors?
(They don't conform to techie patterns).
Out here all anyone ever hears
Is a whole lot of dissonant Tonalities;
Butthurt arguments born of hypersensitivity, overindulgence, &
Sentimentality.
So strap on your #VR Headset
Let's traverse this silicon tundra ...
Ignite some sage grass or incense.
Fling open the Windows® of perception!
Mortality is a predator watching — waiting
To pounce upon those who are at unawares :o
Digital Shamanism
SeptimuS
SeptimuS
Seven for the Pleiades —
Sister stars of ancient lore.
Some think to call them home
(others think a little more).
Seven were the wonders
Of the world in ages past.
To day they've been updated,
But short term memories don't last.
Seven notes of melody
Comprise all tonic scales.
Infinite variations give us
Endless sonic tales.
Seven sins prove deadly
For those lacking self-control.
Get to know your triggers,
Or the outcome won't be droll.
Seven are the Chakras;
Vortices of vital breath.
Meditate on these and see
Horus vanquish Seth!
Seven senses function
If a dreamer is wide awake.
Sixth be the so-called psychic,
Seventh: uncoiled ethereal snake.
Seven seals will break
When Judgment Day arrives.
Then we'll know who excelled
Or erred by wasting precious lives ...
Tmesis Dreamt
Tmesis Dreamt
Waiting at the bus stop
There were many passersby.
Windows like a subway
Mesmerized an avid spy.
Went around downtown
Met up with friends
But circled back.
Nobody's surprised when
Crazy trains go off the track.
Tmesis "The Kid" had Dreamt it ALL
And between those moments
In another special place,
Illusion was propped up
As nature showed its
Lovely face.
A female most desired
Made her entrance full of grace.
Bliss briefly transpired
But disappeared without a trace —
Tmesis "The Bard" Dreamt thoughts to scrawl
Nervous jitters shocking
Hacking backdoor into brain.
Alcheringa spilled out
Daylight shone against the grain.
Amid mad hems and haws
High elocution
Broke on through,
Barricades have been cleared
Now elide by like a shrew ...
Tmesis "The Mage" Dreamt held in thrall
The Heart Sutra (Special Edition w/ Podcast)
When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing
the profound Prajna Paramita,
he investigated and perceived the five Skandhas (heaps)
and saw that they were all non-existent,
thus securing his deliverance from all suffering and difficulty:
"Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness;
emptiness does not differ from form.
Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form.
So too are feeling, cognition, mental function
and consciousness in relation to emptiness.
Shariputra, all dharmas are
empty of characteristics.
They are not created, not annihilated,
not impure, not pure,
and they neither increase nor decrease.
Therefore, in emptiness there is no form,
feeling, cognition, mental function, or consciousness;
no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind;
no sights, sounds, smells, taste, touch, and ideas;
no field of the eyes, up to and including
no field of mind-consciousness,
and no ignorance or ending of ignorance,
up to and including no old age and death,
or ending of old age and death.
There are no Four Noble Truths, no wisdom and no gain.
Because nothing is gained, the Bodhisattva,
through reliance on Prajna Paramita,
has no hindrances in his heart.
Because there is no hindrance, he is not afraid,
is free from contrary and delusive ideas
and attains the Final Nirvana.
All Buddhas of the past, present and future
attain enlightenment through reliance on Prajna Paramita.
Therefore, know that Prajna Paramita
is a great spiritual mantra,
a great bright mantra, a supreme mantra,
an unequalled mantra!
It can remove all suffering; it is genuine and not false.
That is why the mantra of Prajna Paramita was first spoken."
Recite it thus:
Rhizomatous
Perspective Analysis
We are not the only witnesses
Nor numen that wades currents
By riversides and oceans
Within a vast, unnamed expanse ...
Though our heads do dash against these stones here on the shore
Since we can barely help but to think in contradictions
Gravely unaware of the true scope of our visions
Forgetting that in the big picture relativity dissolves
Into the reality that opposites don't in fact oppose
Nor do they actually preside as bi-polar compositions
Clear-cut propositions or unchanging absolutes
It is as always, a question of perspective.
Yet there lies the heart and matter of the mystery at hand:
That when things lose their strictly human meaning
They quite naturally regain (so to speak)
Their universal truthfulness within the silent mind of One beholder.
Blasphemy & Sanctity
The Blasphemy of these present times
Is considered Sacred in future climes
Whereas what's legitimate now
Will bring demerit later somehow.
Balance is a byproduct
Of naturally opposing forces
Synthethizing polar extremes
Playing along with overarching themes.
Similarly, language is a malleable substance
Subject to vicissitudes of cultural interaction.
Phrases come en vogue and go out of style like there's no tomorrow!
An intellectual deficit with no ideas left to borrow...
Now God is naught but an outmoded concept.
An atavistic term from a past most can't accept.
New ways must be found to speak about Spirit.
Forget what we've been told; dare to be BOLD
Listen closely for coded inspiration.
Animus informs us, if we rise to the occasion.
Unstruck sound summons saints amid a timeless desert
To vanquish personal follies—transmuted by one's effort!
Echoes of Emptiness
People like to spout the above quote without having the slightest inkling about Madhyamika Buddhism.
Qualified Non-Dualism
Folding back in on itself
When objective observance collapses then
Subjective lucidity dawns in the dreamer's sky
Bathing sense faculties with absolute clarity
The edges of perception are defined by limited awareness
But now basic consciousness reasserts its boundlessness
Attention engulfs whole body-mind spectrum
Stretching out among forms from amorphous fullness
As ardor burns brightly in ascending and descending evolutionary currents
Breath ignites blood to animate pneuma
Poised at that perfect equilibrium
Where all waves weave cognitive patterns
While an integral system properly interprets
Glimmering movements through either implicit or explicit orders of Being
Querulous Quanta
Where hath thou gone, entangled phantom particle?
Our magnetic dipoles now spin out of sync
Second Syntax
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