Scenes inside a Gold mine (1)

Everything we are or see or taste

is a burned out ember

which long ago drifted out from the sun.

I am so not joking.

So Cinderella, whether your prince sends the carriage for you

or you are left doing the dishes

may you effortly waft the cosmic currents

to land on that giant marshmallow, on the outskirts of Vilnius  

and be consumed.

The Music Lover (3)

"This summer I went swimming,
This summer I might have drowned
But I held my breath and I kicked my feet
And I moved my arms around, I moved my arms around.

This summer I swam in the ocean,
And I swam in a swimming pool,
Salt my wounds, chlorine my eyes,
I'm a self-destructive fool, a self-destructive fool.

This summer I swam in a public place
And a reservoir, to boot,
At the latter I was informal,
At the former I wore my suit, I wore my swimming suit.

This summer I did the backstroke
And you know that's not all
I did the breast stroke and the butterfly
And the old Australian crawl, the old Australian crawl.

This summer I did swan dives
And jackknifes for you all
And once when you weren't looking
I did a cannonball, I did a cannonball."

From the Black Bear

Things that don't go together (3)

The rock group Three Dog Night,  Three Hares, the Holy Trinity,  and a whole bunch of other stuff that doesn't fit.

You'll have to go with me a bit here because this will take some explaining.

First, its not really Three Dog Night that doesn't fit, its the song "One"

That's the song that talks about one being the loneliest number that you'll ever do etc.

which of course isn't really a Three Dog Night song,

 Harry Nilsson, who wrote "Everybody's Talkin" also wrote "One"

However, Nilsson never had any band with the number three in it

or so I'm told

and this blog is all about the numbers one and three, see?

So even though everybody's talking about you Harry, I'm not mentioning you again.

But I digress

Three Dog Night does not fit, because one is not the loneliest number.   Instead, its the number three.

father, son, and holy spirit.

Which came first the chicken or the egg?  Or the father or the son?  Or the holy ghost?

Anyway, according to another writer on this blog, who loves music but recently sold all of his records, these three that Don McClean admired  the most, took the last train to the coast

and, as a result, will not be heard from again in this blog.

So that leaves us with the three hares:

three hares

The three hares are allegedly a religious symbol common to Christianity, Hinduism, and other religions of the Middle East/Asia

Or so I'm told.

The endless progression of rabbits running to chase their own tails.

It takes three to tango, and one hare simply won't do.   Why can't there just be the holy spirit for example?  Why do you have to add anything more to than that?

What i'm getting to is that when you begin to split things apart, it is from the operation of the human mind.  Undiferentiated reality is reality.   It is only when the human mind starts to categorize, dissect etc what is out there that artificial distinctions are created.

My good friend the Skinny Guy for example, might say it this way:

To carry yourself forward and experience myriad things is delusion. That myriad things come forth and experience themselves is awakening.
How many other ways can the third time not be a charm?

Quantum mechanics has three generations of fluff encompassing energy states of laptons:

electrons, muons, and tauons

it was better when there was just ether.

The Hindu Trimurti

The Three Jewels of Buddhism

useless trappings.

The three wise men left Jesus three gifts

look where it got him

Brittney Spears sang a song about three

look where it got her

Judaism has three patriarchs, the Tanakh three sections, and there are three major divisions of Jews.

look where it got them

However, Judaism did have only one god

none of the fancy extras

but drawing the distinction of one is even too many

look where it got me.

The zen guy (4)

Zen is useless

Really.

Its worse than useless

Add three parts sitting

two parts adherence to dogma

strain out all silliness

top with a dash of pain

shake gently and cook for years

guaranteed out will pop your kensho

Why else would people sit staring at walls?

Really.

Pride in the name of Zen

wear it like a medal

join the zendo and be all that you can be.

It shouldn't be called anything

maybe a Mobius strip

the holy trinity of three hares chasing their tales

Escher's drawing hands.

Really.

But even that is saying too much

the hands draw each other into existence

existence is a construct

and the unmentionable unfathomable practice deconstructs

even this blog is going to self destruct in

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

(here insert a bang)

Tattoo you, Ch. 3

"I'm going to sell my soul and go to India"

How are you going to do that?

"I haven't figured that out yet"

In what way can you sell your soul?

"My dream is to manage a brothel.  I would totally prostitute myself to go to India.   Its only a vagina, after all"

I thought you were a virgin.

"I'm going to get a ship and sail across the sky."

"I'll name a star after me"

"And then everyone will have to make a wish upon me"

That must be the only Disney tattoo you don't have.

"Sing Sarah sing"

"And don't give up the band"



From Norb's.

The Dancer (3)

Time continued to fly by and he was so cute that they had their 6 month anniversary at the same place where they had their first date and  she was almost in the moment when he ordered the same thing from the bar that they had on their first date and they joked to the bartender that this was where they had their first date and they were having their 6 month anniversary and the bartender smiled and gave them each a free shot and it almost made her feel special and they drank more beer and went to bed early because they both had to work in the morning and she read at night while he slept and she tried to get him to go see that play based on the Tolstoy short story at the small theater but he wouldn't go and neither would any of her friends but that was ok and she told herself it was not a big deal and she tried to follow the baseball statistics with him but she was never any good at math especially when they had beer and she really didn't mind and when aunt mame came to visit and asked her if anything was wrong she said that she had never been happier.

The Hippie chick, Ch. 3

The hippie chick recognized death

every night at work

and in daytime bars.

It came in many flavors

flower aroma suggested ketoacidosis.

The guy at the bar breathed metastatic gout.

She sighed that he had not listened to her;

and was not listening to her now as he poured the shots down.

She gave him a hug and continued to hold death in her thoughts

in the day

waiting for restless sleep.

The Artist (3)

Kate's touch

one giggle

one skin

the whoosh when the ears hit the river

one mouth

soft sand on the bank

soft weight on top

more

pressure everywhere

more

heat everywhere

more

one opening

stop stop STOP!

somewhere else

light and dark

porous and imminent

shapes don't fit

hard buzzing

maggoty white

sounds and strangled breath

pattering rain on the tent
trying to see

heart fast and hard

alone scared

and awake

Things that don't go together (2)

Ants and the Arab Spring of 2011

Ants communicate instantaneously with chemical phermones.

Protestors in the arab world communicated instantaneously with facebook, twitter or whatever.

Stalin would have hated facebook.

Its very hard to oppress someone when there are no secrets,

because the world knows immediately who is getting the cattle prod or waterboard.

--but there still might not be cell phone reception in the gulag archipeligo.

Anyway,

if thoughts and feelings and emotions are shared instantly in a vast network

what happens to the individual

standing against the stream

reflecting and not sharing

or was that an illusion?