“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or in the holy name of liberty or democracy?”― Mahatma Gandhi
Afterwards, you weren’t home The war was over We stood on your front porch Knocking
The windows were broken and in my heart a small boy broke all the windows but you didn’t care
It was only the start of somebody’s picnic
We waited for an hour Then we turned around & started killing
On the hill On the hill
On the beautiful hill
We ran and when somebody said “I love you” we all of us laughed like hyenas & started killing
“Mama take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s getting dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door…”
The emergent self
releases the sacrum-sphincter,
releases the heart-mouth,
releases the eyes,
empties the mind of I-thoughts,
tolerates the arising
of the original infant self’s
released into consciousness
as identity becomes unnecessary
at which point the Self
“reality” = emptiness (experience stripped of language, conceptualization, ideation, identity)
living from, writing from, acting from, “reality” = using language-as-“music” (sound) after unarmored experience (sensation)
emptiness = language stripped of dissociation
emptiness = experience stripped of preconceptions (dissociation)
if dissociation (flight from reality) is “built” from originally (infant) unbearable sensation (“pain”, “suffering”), emptiness (reality) is “built” from consciously experienced (integrated) original (infant) “pain,” “suffering” “impermanence” “terror of annihilation”
emptiness is the absence of dissociation
emptiness is language stripped of dissociative metaphor
emptiness is the language of the original (infant) experiencing self after having undergone neurological & psychological maturation (that is, having developed the capacity to experience all sensation without the need for dissociation as defense against the terror of annihilation)
emptiness replaces dissociation with impermanence (formlessness)
in which the ground of being prior to form is impermanence
in which impermanence is the death of the self-as-identity
and the birth of the Self-as-emptiness
emptiness reveals the Self (unarmored consciousness, awareness) to its dissociative configuration, identity
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?