Mahayana School Bus Goes "Oops-Oops, Lets-Lets"

In a House of Consciousness, mind is a guest.
Freedom Turnstile swings, oscillating between half-open and half-closed.
Tenant-self long evicted, no one lives and no one leaves.
Sorrow’s Unknown and so is joy!

Some mind-guests – before me – called it “Gateless Gate.”
Some mind-guests - after me - will walk by in silence.
I – whenever I come to my word-senses – call it "Doorless Door."
Or any other pair of two words that say nothing, you name it...

One thing-less thing for sure:
this I-pod has no re-wind touch-button.
Neither does the Wind of Life that plays the mind-music on it.

Oops: I didn’t mean to give the nameless Nothing a name of something that doesn't apply,
My bad!
- Nah, let’s just Om this naming faux pas away into the endless ether of Uni-verse. One Om-word should clean this right off!
Let’s! Let's!

No nails on chalkboard can stop this lesson: compassion is the way of the Uni-verse.
Ever-expanding, Emptiness has always self-storage for our irrational ego-guilt.
Put differently, an Ocean always embraces a wave of sameness
In a Uni-verse of words any word is kin...

In the meantime, notice the Mahayana school bus pass.
It never stops
because there ain't no Unlearned onboard.
Make this mental note while your mind is still blank:
"Zero-sum double negation is not exactly a nonduality but it is a part of it."
Or, here's the short version of this uni-versal verse:
"All is one, one is all, in deed and non-deed!"
Just as the Bodhisattva bus-driver keeps on om-ing…

Oops-oops, lets-lets.
Mahayana school bus fumes compassion-nonsense
but no karmic exhaust.
Oops-oops, lets-lets.
Mahayana school bus passes by in silence
muffling no plea for understanding...

This isn't a po:em* but a poem.
So, the only space for interpretation is in between letters, not lines.




pavel, dodging Duality School again...

*po:em - a pattern interruption poem, i.e. not a poem

Water is Water

Get two glasses of water and an erasable marker.  Label one glass “I” and the other glass “You.”  Pour a couple of spoonfuls of sugar the “I” glass and a couple of spoonfuls of salt into the “You” glass.  Shake both glasses.  Put them down.  Watch sugar and salt swirl.  Notice the differences between the two glasses.  Wait till sugar and salt dissolve. 

While sugar water looks more transparent than salt water,  recognize that the water hasn’t changed.  Water is water.  You can distill it back just like it was from either of the two solutions.  

Consider sugar and salt here as symbols of information.  You are full of “this” and I am full of “that.”  The difference between you and I is “this” or “that.”  But if we dissolve our minds down to their essence, to their base, what remains is the same, the pure water of awareness.   What you are in between your thoughts and what I am in between my thoughts is indistinguishable.  Without any information to distinguish one mind from another, all consciousness is the same.  Space is space whatever you clutter it with.   

When struggling to forgive, we try to put ourselves into somebody else’s mind.  But the other’s experience just doesn’t taste quite right: we feel that under the same circumstances we’d be different. 

The salt of forgiveness is to understand that if you and I were informationally the same, there’d be no difference in the taste, and we would do the same thing.  To forgive, you have to understand that.  Spend enough time in the other’s perspective to see past the informational differences, to clearly see the sameness of intentions (pursuit of wellbeing) and the persons-specific perfection of the attempts.