“When your study of Buddhism is through,
you find you haven’t anything new.”
There are no religions where we’re going
after death, so why indulge them here?
Not to cast undue aspersions,
but religions mostly are perversions.
Two or three are always warring,
but then there is Buddhism –
Buddhism is boring.
Buddhism is mostly about consciousness,
but consciousness itself is mostly stressful
(and if truth be told, fundamentally tedious).
Boredom is consciousness modifying itself
endlessly, for the sake of endless modification.
Ho Hum. Hum drum. Dum de dum dum . . .
Boredom can never transcend itself —
not by inference, accident, or incident.
If we imagine there is a “beyond consciousness”,
that thought is in consciousness, and boring.
It’s been said by Buddhists that
to study Buddhism is to study the self,
but what could be more tiresome?
To study the self is to forget the self —
that’s just how boring it can be!
boring or not, these 5 aggregates
are my favorite fantasy playground.
Still, in a ceaseless game of names
with no players, what’s in a name?
“Self” or “not-self” –
who gives a prajna paramita?
This manifesto has yet to be moderated.
If I were to really say it, nothing would change.
Paradoxically, nothing stays the same.
That’s enough for direct introductions.
There, I’ve said it!
Buddhist practice is first to stop.
That’s the compassionate thing to do.
Compassion is simply to watch
where you’re going.
You’re going nowhere.
That is realization, even though
there is nothing to realize.
Right now, just sit.
It won’t hurt anybody.
“Anybody” is in consciousness.
If you believe there is anybody
beyond consciousness, that belief
is in consciousness (and boring).
Meanwhile, whether it exists or not,
the whole phenomenal world is
alive with the sound of music.
Maybe the music is extra,
but whatever it is, it is not Buddhist,
not boring, not greedy, envious, or deluded.
It’s not an inference or direct realization,
not a conception nor perception,
not anything special or not.
This whatever it is – nothing in particular —
just quiescently rests in serene moderation,
right on the verge of a lyrical extinction.
Nirvana means extinction.
Hey, here’s a tune:
“Gone, gone, gone beyond.
Gone beyond the beyond.”
Master says: “Sit and fish.”
Yes, just sit. Sit and sit
in your own fishing pit.
Here’s the best tool
in your karma repair kit:
Be bored of all strategies,
schemes and methods, all religions,
philosophies, and paths up a mountain
that promise a trip to the best fishing hole.
Be bored for the sake of all sentience,
for the merciful sake of all bored fishes
for goodness gracious, tightly wrapped up
in sutra scrolls, awaiting a nice hot hibachi,
some dark sesame oil and a rich soy sauce,
perhaps with an Asahi, or two, or three.
Real practice is not some big excitement.
It’s not about seeking elsewhere,
nor scouting for some other fabled place
in space or time to cast a virtual story line;
just enjoying the fishing thing, the skandhas
and whatnot, the quintessential aspect of boring
Buddhism, the dream of fish grilled beyond thought,
beyond any comprehension of the intellect, beyond any
person or thing with a name of form – Awareness Itself:
nothing in particular, not this or that, just what it is,
what it was and will be, like letting the dog
out to pee, for ever and ever, beyond
no and never. Amen.