a reply to: Mousygretchen
Eh you're a white lotus thinking she's the trash thrown out with it...
After birth is already occurring; Buddha's are born OUT of sentient beings... meaning all have been your parents at some point in time.
Compassion in self means to struggle out of all of those wombs knowing what one needs to do and tries their best at it; seeking a parent sometimes
takes being one... however creation is creation like art of some sort.
Putting your stink on what already exists; is a tribute to ancestors past not a mistake to keep the mimic the skin until you grow your own thick
Like the rattle snake gaining a bead when it sheds enough to lose a piece of spine; the tree cannot gain rings without going through the seasons of
change to show hard and soft wood periods of tightening itself up against just itching between two rocks or being under one's thumb.
Those that do not really listen only spout rhetoric a shadow and do so with bad breath no matter how clean with brush and paste.
Doing only what one knows is safe; hiding out in the cave scared to branch out... having out grown the sentient parents; all that is left is communing
with the elements so one becomes the rock those too soft think of as a hard place.
So pretending to be a saint may get you by for a certain amount of time as it is a coin flipping in mid air; the lie used to squeeze out will
eventually land and one will have to deal with the consequences of that action.
A saint is one that has completed the holy live and are done with it; enough to fall get back up and resume... there is no measure to a man or woman
such as that. Building on your past steps that you know are secure? How can you fall... unless one lies also to themself?
A self does exist but so many are scared of all the inversions twists and turns to get where they are; they appear as not self and yet habits of
nature present themself in the present.
Here's the scary thing; some want you to be exactly like them so that you cannot feel or know their presence as different than one's own and like
itchy skin you want out of it... and of course like any viper bite when that skin tries to come back on that was shed and no longer part of self.
So hey meta like this thread means continuing evolution metamorphosis change... the nymph managed to trick fish etc into thinking it was stalk, then
at the surface waits as shadows fly over head, then up to breath not water for the first time as a gasp of air; nymph doesnt know fish, water, stalk
etc as it is just clinging and learning each step from that egg hatched and born into moisture etc then sucking on nectar it pupaes into a dragon
darting and pausing and playing with the fish in it's zen bones knowing all those that died before that point like memory as one self... or gloating
and showing its ass but those are water nymphs not dragons left behind... then in kamma of all those that didnt make it that far? fish leaps and the
becomes the dragon and hero for those that were too tired and exhausted to rise up and try to make it to stalk again from all that gloat/bloat.
Consciousness took flight as one consciousness took pause and now two are one two dragons wrestling stomach which is which... peeling back the skin
fisherman leaves head as bait for the others while the flesh goes to his... without seeing the scales weighing on his back.
That is just how all life or nature in knowing and unknowing leaps jumps and scatters in form and formless of being and non being.
An actor learns to mimic to become what one is not; having acted for so long then it is better to see what being is; and that is just what it is; lost
in the moment and yet whatever life flows, glows, and shows snaps one back to wakefulness and there you are new in that moment to pick up and
Those not awake to how all of that goes around are easy prey to drag back into the mud and murky depths... no I like you and want you as a nymph that
dragon business is a nymph and keep you close at hand as food whenever you spring up.
When oneself does that also is it learned helplessness? Or how one has evolved... wonder is to seek joy from knowledge wander is to get lost in what
is already known... to tell another is to leave tracks for past to catch up. That is the gloat the shake my tail feathers.
Being no one and going no where; I pause until fisherman's head explodes and scales are just the balance of reaping from all of that sowing of seed
not one's own.
When one leaves no trail hell beings and the hungry ghosts go right on by and copulation or conscious constructs appear from those not self trying to
give birth to a moment that includes what they cannot even grasp... trying to lay a trap for you once being their favorite food under their thumb they
chase their own tails losing it by stretching their necks so much.
So hey; do what you have to do for you; achieve that balance for you... when time is always yours sharing it with anyone is a gift and a courtesy when
it is demanded they better be paying for it or making it worth your while... that is just called a job though. When it takes work to be with someone
to share that time? Then all that is occurring is a waste; i9f both cannot grow together and apart doing what is needed and required for happiness and
relief to occur where relaxation can occur.
The grasshopper always grows lazy on the storehouse of the ant because it is dead. Leave past the same way; I do mine and others... when they get into
it? Not your hound dog follow yourself into hell... carrying mine? Sorry that is a corpse let go unless you like my death that much that it eventually
becomes all yours.
Many mistake nirvana as bliss; many mistake samsara as suffering put the two together and that is just living and being, the form that takes? HA! Even
I dont know until not self shows up when self shows up I inhale it as it was a past corpse someone finally let go of.