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Monthly Archives: October 2015
The Big Head Peanut Man
The Big Head Peanut Man is one with his salt and vegetable oil. Nothing special here, utterly transparent and ordinary, and yet there is an undeniable aroma of saturated bliss exuding from the roasted snack. Even such a seemingly small … Continue reading
And She Asks, Laughing
Wave upon wave washes over this shore, mindlessly obliterating the little scratched sand markings left by beachcombers long gone, the carved shapes of hearts and words returned once more to pristine primal innocence. This vast and timeless shore! Laughing and … Continue reading
Illusion with Ixnay
Curious about metaphysical matters, a greeb once inquired of Ixnay about the true meaning of the phrase, “All that appears is nought but illusion”. Ixnay immediately slid a silver ring from a finger, tossed the glimmering ornament into a nearby … Continue reading
Camping with Ixnay
Ixnay and a disciple once went camping in the Lumenurium Desert, and after a day of exploring, found a suitable camp spot, set up their tent, enjoyed a modest meal and some star gazing, and finally turned in for the … Continue reading
The Way of Dung
Once a pile of steaming dung was gathered up from the pasture, taken to town, and passed from one person to another. Every hand that touched it was soiled, while the townspeople tried to figure out what to do with … Continue reading
Play of Consciousness
A troupe of actors, skilled at improvisation, have traveled together for a long time. In the course of their wanderings, they have come to excel at mounting various theatrical productions, where each member assumes a particular fictional role to play … Continue reading
Rose In Winter
In my dream there was a glad garden gathering going on. Phantom playmates rose from misty memories or swam forth from seething realms of flashing light. A sweet chorus of ethereal voices sang out from street corners, exotic moonshine temples, … Continue reading
The God That Forgets and Remembers
Every sensation is a perfect kind of knowing, every touch an emotional revelation. Whatever appears is reflecting ourselves to ourselves, but not in a way we could have imagined. Imagination is conditioned on the past, on reprocessed left-overs of the … Continue reading
Night Moves
Stream sound in the distance below, while here tonight above the tree line, swift drifts of silent grey mists gently caress these darkened hillsides, their fragrant moistures redolent with the sublime scents of no reference, all self-evident, not a word … Continue reading
Dancing in the Light Behind the Mind
A cavalcade of images and projections, memory fragments and temporary identities, the chameleon sense of separate self and other, all ceaselessly modified as a play of consciousness, all fanciful creations of a dreamer lost in dreaming — arise and dissolve … Continue reading