Friday, 17 December 2010

...Blah blah blah...

It goes on - more reasons to write quickly, even if everybody reads it, it helps me tell myself the truth - unedited by my lying mind, I can say what I think - Oh, freedom! Freedom from the Scold's Bridle!
When I write swiftly, and therefore nearly completely freely, I don't hide from myself the same things that I do in more caretaken accounting. Truer is better, even if it hurts.
Two minutes I popped away from my keyboard, the teeming thoughts that were there have vanished like mist.
One of my issues is my desire for perfection, I must understand all is perfect as-is, or nothing is perfect, and it doesn't matter - just What Is is what matters, and that'll Be, no matter what I or anyone else thinks of it.
Humankind sets itself up for its own pitfalls - attaining Buddha Mind, is it an ideal state? Before and after, chop wood, carry water, do the washing up...
Dreaming of perfection wastes the time I could be using to make the best of all I'm given...
I don't know how many people would appreciate my poetry, when it never knows if it's poem, song, or prose... But if the experience is beneficial, or even something enjoyable, well, that's nice...

...ad nauseum...

GIZZARDS! Where the half-digested sits - Oh, yes... My Self has more than one gizzard! Collections within me of things I don't understand, but keep churning over. Watch the Lunatics closely, they might do something amusing...

Muddles

Feeling sick, all the way through - want to write and write until everything's said - Scared of exposing my heart to the public - scared of ridicule for the risible efforts...