Bu2 On: Buddah on the Subway
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i thought this thread was about smoking weed on the train...
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enlightenment would be found everywhere, and from anyone.
and probably anything.
you can get enlightenment from a tree or a rock.
a huge body of enlightenment would be the sea.
or the sky @ daylight or night-light by way of stars.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
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Chad makes a good point.
Especially with pebbles....ahem.
One need not go to a church or temple or circle of stones to feel the presence that is so palpable around us, if one simply stops for a moment to take in everything within sight....and realizes that everything in sight is just as real and important as oneself....that one's self is not alone.....that one's self is just one of many.Feels Good Inc.0 -
I often try to ingest fully the knowledge that everyone I see and encounter during the day will one day be dead. It gives you a strange perspective on things.
I also like to refocus my eyes on my environment so that rather than seeing a road running through a field, I see a field with a road running through it. I try to see nature first and mans intervention as secondary. It's hard to explain, but It gives you an odd perspective.
Edit: What I mean is, rather seeing that tree, or patch of grass, or the woods, at the side of the road as being peripheral, I try to see it as being central, so that all the other stuff - road, house e.t.c falls into the position of being peripheral to nature.0 -
Bu2 wrote:Chad makes a good point.
Especially with pebbles....ahem.
One need not go to a church or temple or circle of stones to feel the presence that is so palpable around us, if one need simply stop for a moment and take in everything within sight....and realize that everything in sight is just as real and important as oneself....that one's self is not alone.....that one's self is just one of many.
thats exactly what it is about.
we are all of one from one.
and i'll even go a bit deeper if i may?
if one would just simply stop for a moment and take in everything within sight,
and everything out of sight, the unseen and the never-seen.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
Byrnzie wrote:I often try to ingest fully the knowledge that everyone I see and encounter during the day will one day be dead. It gives you a strange perspective on things.
I also like to refocus my eyes on my environment so that rather than seeing a road running through a field, I see a field with a road running through it. I try to see nature first and mans intervention as secondary. It's hard to explain, but It gives you an odd perspective.
Edit: What I mean is, rather seeing that tree, or patch of grass, or the woods, at the side of the road as being peripheral, I try to see it as being central, so that all the other stuff - road, house e.t.c falls into the position of being peripheral to nature.
i always see the trees.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
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Byrnzie wrote:I often try to ingest fully the knowledge that everyone I see and encounter during the day will one day be dead. It gives you a strange perspective on things.
I also like to refocus my eyes on my environment so that rather than seeing a road running through a field, I see a field with a road running through it. I try to see nature first and mans intervention as secondary. It's hard to explain, but It gives you an odd perspective.
Edit: What I mean is, rather seeing that tree, or patch of grass, or the woods, at the side of the road as being peripheral, I try to see it as being central, so that all the other stuff - road, house e.t.c falls into the position of being peripheral to nature.
what i like to see in my head/heart visions/thoughts is this.
a highway thru the forest but earse the highway and see it as 1,000
yrs pre-highway traveling.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
my2hands wrote:i thought this thread was about smoking weed on the train...
dead seriousRon: I just don't feel like going out tonight
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chadwick wrote:what i like to see in my head/heart visions/thoughts is this.
a highway thru the forest but earse the highway and see it as 1,000
yrs pre-highway traveling.
When you get out away from it all, in the most remote of places...not many go there any more. When you are out there for a few days, the perspective Byrnzie speaks of is never more apparent than when an airplane splits the sky.
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years ago when i was quite young, my da took me and my younger brother up to the northwest corner of our state to a place called lightning ridge. it's an opal mining town in the middle of fuck all. when you're on the fields its like walking on the moon. at night the stars litter the sky like nothing else i have ever seen. its as if a cascade has spilled over the horizon. there's nothing to do at night but lie on your back and stare skyward. nature is truly a humbling experience.hear my name
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
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catefrances wrote:years ago when i was quite young, my da took me and my younger brother up to the northwest corner of our state to a place called lightning ridge. it's an opal mining town in the middle of fuck all. when you're on the fields its like walking on the moon. at night the stars litter the sky like nothing else i have ever seen. its as if a cascade has spilled over the horizon. there's nothing to do at night but lie on your back and stare skyward. nature is truly a humbling experience.
thats bad-ass cate.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0 -
gue_barium wrote:When you get out away from it all, in the most remote of places...not many go there any more. When you are out there for a few days, the perspective Byrnzie speaks of is never more apparent than when an airplane splits the sky.
oh i so know the place well.
i live in it.
im surrounded by ocean, mountains and forests.
a lil town near by, that is all.
for me to go to a mall or anything like that it is a 30 minute drive
down the highway.
i could disappear into the mountains and never be seen ever again.
but i doubt that sasquatch has an internet connection.
and the female sasquatches prolly dont light my fire.for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce0
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