Cut out sagacity; discard knowingness,
and the people will benefit an hundredfold.
Cut out “humanity”; discard righteousness,
and the people will regain love of their fellows.
Cut out cleverness; discard the utilitarian,
and there will be no thieves and robbers….
Belittle the personal;
— Jiddu Krishnamurti
Ive forgotten the words, and time has escaped from me. Everything has become a faint whisper and doubtful eyes shadow me. A flower has cradled but is ready to re-blossom; the new season, the higher form. The race into the way of will and want and greatness. Not to bestow others, but grow and shepherd through mountains of wilderness.
An old way is weighing me, its shaking my skin and killing my heart. The boy, the man, the mortal, the immortal soul; the path is so simple, for what sin is it made so difficult? Which form of clinging? This is my seeking. The head turns while the body runs; the crab of Cancer.
but the infinite universe stands always before your eyes."
— Xin Xin Ming, Sosan
and the gods whept rivers of tears as the mortals battled to the death
down rivers of their own blood they floated in to distant lands;
in each bomb, each blade, each spur of blood,
the mystic wisdoms were fumbled from their hands
down distant dark streams, goodness became lost
and thus saints, pilgrims, holy men and gurus
became lured into the place the devil breeds lust
If I could write my life in words to you, id do it
if i could draw my soul in paint for you, i would,
but the whispering thump that echoes in my heart;
sight of yours
It’ll thump its whispering beat
just quiet enough
to miss your broken heart.
Here, I shall see you perfect, here i see you still;
as you are
such naked beauty when eyes are still.
— Terrence McKenna