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Wednesday, April 14, 2010 On this planet I sit
A mountain of mind-rubble worth of no essence-money
A plane of freedom
Does it matter if, while at it, I am naked or dressed to the nines?
Does it matter if I call my consciousness “spirit” or “dao” or “consciousness”?
Of course not.
"What is this all about?" reader-writer's mind scratches its forehead from inside.
Sure, you can go chasing that question.
But I say: ask yourself instead this: “Who is asking?”
and, if that's not enough, ask: “Who is asking ‘Who is asking?’”
On this plane of consciousness I sit
Still a mountain of mind-rubble but no longer asking who sits, just sitting
A plane of freedom, just as before, just always, not a kopeck's worth of difference.
No money in this,
only freedom and love.
p.s.
but, of course, there is always more, and, of course, there’s always less to all "this" sitting-standing...
p.s.s.
which particular “of course” is, of course, a matter of mind not to be minded...
p.s.s.s.
as for Dao-Course, it is hissing silent on this non-matter of certainty, like a river snaking through a mind-jungle, stinging any and all who believe what they see...
pavel, banking on flow