Overture: The Gatha of Atonement
All Harmful Karma ever committed by me since of old
On account of beginingless greed anger and ignorance
Born of body mouth and thought
I now atone for it all
The Ear worms: Bruno Mars 24 Karat Magic, Pitbull Fireball, The Who, Don't let go of the Coat, Pete Townsend, Stop Hurting People (this has to be read with an accent of irony):
A love born once must soon be born again
A spark that burned, then died, leaving cinders to be fanned
By the wind and thrown to flame;
Flames like tongues impassioned in a moments burst.
Tell me friend - why do you stand aloof from your own heart?
The truth confronts you - the truth confronts you as the sea
Crushing without detail,
Impassioned and detached,
Killing with love and power in God's Name.
Love conquers poses. Love smashes stances. Love crushes angles
Into black. So you, without question, know your first love
Is your last. And you, will never - never - Love again
I always wished to walk with her into restaurants, (A clammy tale).
To be seen beside her at the public bar footrail.
I always wanted to be matched with her -
Yet her beauty was so different to mine.
My "beauty" needs an understanding, a knowledge of what I am.
Hers is enough. Earned through eons; for that is what true beauty is -
Time's gift to perfect humility.
The Koans:
There is no separation. The manifestation of awareness is what you see touch taste hear smell. There is nothing but the manifestation of awareness. The manifestation of awareness is nothing.
The Practices:
(1) When you hear someone talk, the realization that it is me talking. Again, there is no separation. There is only the manifestation of awareness; (2) the textures of thoughts, hard soft flowing accompanied by image, not accompanied by image.
The Channeling:
More or less evoking the spirit of Tony Y. For obvious reasons. The reply: "You have screwed the pooch, you are on your own here, no guidance is available."
The Aftermath:
The daughters learn about big data and the importance of statistics from my new best friend amid cauldrons of chili.
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