Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Ryokan (1758-1851)

 
               Buddha preached in the twelve divisions,
               each division full of purest truth.
               East wind -- rain comes in the night,
               making all the forest fresh and new.
               No sutra that does not save the living,
               no branch in the forest not visited by spring.
               Learn to understand the meaning in them,
               don't try to decide which is "valid," which is not.  
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