Just maybe...

[//^\\]

~

It's always interesting to observe how many 'spiritual' discussions, once again, come around to Zen.

Reminds me just a bit in regards to Buddhism, but with a kicker.  Like putting salsa or something spicy on your eggs or tofu in the morning 

Zen is like a fancy race car, without the engine.  (Yes, this is a Jed analogy, and unfortunately so very true for so very many.)

You hop in for a ride, play with all the cool features, make some cool zrrrrooooom zrrrrooooom noises.  You spend a week, or a year, or ten years, or the rest of your life possibly doing this. 

Just maybe though, it's not working for you, or realise it's not taking you anywhere.

Just maybe you hop out.

Just maybe you come to the realization, where were you going to go, anyway?

Just maybe you crack one eye just a sliver the way open and take a look at yourself.

Just maybe you have a minute flash before you, of your Life, and of your Death, and have the quickest of quick realizations of your own mortality, of your own wasting of time on such nonsense, of your own beliefs, of your own hiding in the dark with eyes wide shut making foolish zrrroooom zrrroooom noises. 

Just maybe this glimmer causes some action.

Just maybe you begin Recapitulation or Spiritual Autolysis. 

Just maybe you begin the painful process of cutting away all that you truly Love and truly Hate.   Your beliefs, your faiths, your YOU, which of course you think YOU are.

Just maybe you manage to get one eye open. 

Just maybe you have the guts to push 'further,' knowing this is a point of departure, not the finish line, in this silly little game of Life.

Just maybe you manager to get both eyes open.  Awake within the Dream.  Neo, sitting up, gazing at all the rest, asleep, all of them.

Just maybe you push further.  Awake, out of the Dream. 

or...

Just maybe, you think yourself awake already.

Just maybe you hold on to those slivers of Dreams that show you are not awake.  You know there is something else, but what, who, where, why, when?

Just maybe it's all a bad Dream.  Or, a good Dream. 

Just maybe they are both the same; YOU ARE STILL ASLEEP.

Just maybe...











 

[Lori Anne]

I guess we may never know?

[♀♥Lady Urania♥♀]

Just maybe we have to keep on pushing despite the circumstances.

[Lori Anne]

"You aren't who you think you are. Aren't you glad?"

~Marianne Williamson

[Gonzo]

~

It's always interesting to observe how many 'spiritual' discussions, once again, come around to Zen.

Reminds me just a bit in regards to Buddhism, but with a kicker.  Like putting salsa or something spicy on your eggs or tofu in the morning 

Zen is like a fancy race car, without the engine.  (Yes, this is a Jed analogy, and unfortunately so very true for so very many.)

You hop in for a ride, play with all the cool features, make some cool zrrrrooooom zrrrrooooom noises.  You spend a week, or a year, or ten years, or the rest of your life possibly doing this. 

Just maybe though, it's not working for you, or realise it's not taking you anywhere.

Just maybe you hop out.

Just maybe you come to the realization, where were you going to go, anyway?

Just maybe you crack one eye just a sliver the way open and take a look at yourself.

Just maybe you have a minute flash before you, of your Life, and of your Death, and have the quickest of quick realizations of your own mortality, of your own wasting of time on such nonsense, of your own beliefs, of your own hiding in the dark with eyes wide shut making foolish zrrroooom zrrroooom noises. 

Just maybe this glimmer causes some action.

Just maybe you begin Recapitulation or Spiritual Autolysis. 

Just maybe you begin the painful process of cutting away all that you truly Love and truly Hate.   Your beliefs, your faiths, your YOU, which of course you think YOU are.

Just maybe you manage to get one eye open. 

Just maybe you have the guts to push 'further,' knowing this is a point of departure, not the finish line, in this silly little game of Life.

Just maybe you manager to get both eyes open.  Awake within the Dream.  Neo, sitting up, gazing at all the rest, asleep, all of them.

Just maybe you push further.  Awake, out of the Dream. 

or...

Just maybe, you think yourself awake already.

Just maybe you hold on to those slivers of Dreams that show you are not awake.  You know there is something else, but what, who, where, why, when?

Just maybe it's all a bad Dream.  Or, a good Dream. 

Just maybe they are both the same; YOU ARE STILL ASLEEP.

Just maybe...

What you do is realize the engine under the hood is you.

[clouds]

Just maybe you push further.  Awake, out of the Dream.

or...

Just maybe, you think yourself awake already.

I like that. Could be a poem, on its own.