Sunday, March 4, 2018
Alan Watts, How Zen Traps You
this is one wonderful lecture, i appreciate and like it a lot for long parts.
to get rid of hang ups....yes.
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Yes Yes, Charles Bukowski
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
of course
of course i love you,
so i said,
you, flower, bird, human,
holding wonder, crazy
my beautiful love.
of course i meant
what i said. i just
forgot that you are
obstinate, malignant,
poisonous and boring.
of course i love you.
the rose i try to reach
will put thorns through
my skin, my flesh,
i bleed. we must
concentrate when we love.
magic is attitude,
what else is it than
the growing of the
improbable in the dark
blossoming with wonder,
maybe, as if by itself,
or perishing in the
folds of karmic time.
all here, all, is in
a space we feel
but cannot grasp
with thought nor deed.
all ends are invention,
all is open, all a beginning.
between life and death
is only presence.
so i said,
you, flower, bird, human,
holding wonder, crazy
my beautiful love.
of course i meant
what i said. i just
forgot that you are
obstinate, malignant,
poisonous and boring.
of course i love you.
the rose i try to reach
will put thorns through
my skin, my flesh,
i bleed. we must
concentrate when we love.
magic is attitude,
what else is it than
the growing of the
improbable in the dark
blossoming with wonder,
maybe, as if by itself,
or perishing in the
folds of karmic time.
all here, all, is in
a space we feel
but cannot grasp
with thought nor deed.
all ends are invention,
all is open, all a beginning.
between life and death
is only presence.
Bach,Busoni, Choral Prelude, Nun komm, der Heiden Heiland, BWV 659 (Lipatti...
stolen--deep, calm, beauty...lucid
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