do-be-do-be-do

why are we like we are?
why do we like we do?
why be we like we be?
why see we like we see?

there is no spoon
the fork won the day
the empty plate
simply won’t go away

some of us live…

some of us live – only to die
others die – only to live

self-denial is merely tautology
like running around an endless ring
not knowing when you will end
and forgetting where to begin

to self deny
is to delude oneself of existence
death and life straddle a great divide
the gap of which is too vast to stride

moderation they say
seems the only way
but when is too much
or too little…
…who can say?

buddhism / buddhersm
Christ and Christianity
weather vane and vanity
sane and insanity

wiping your bum and then dipping your hands in the water to drink
if it doesn’t make you sick
pray it does make you think

time is merely an illusion which we create perpetually
there is no tick nor tock
merely the sounds we think we need to hear

what is life? – such a beautiful question, why ruin it with an answer?

lock on, lock off

why do we tend to want to “lock on”?
can we?
what advantage could it possibly offer?
locking out is just as strange.
both are merely points of reference…

away and towards
it seams

…inevitably tearing it apart

it seems
that nothing ever ends
nor begins

it simply just is
whether we think so or not

it just is
…isn’t it?

words, having been spoken…

update
downdate
indate
outdate
off date
end date
predate
inundate

too late

attitudes like platitudes

attitudes like platitudes

sadly, we have them badly

heaven and hell and all that stuff

*

one day I decided to go to Heaven
when I got there I found no one else was there

it felt like Hell to me

so then I decided to come back to life as I know it
and I suddenly awoke again
only to find there was no one there either

I decided that meaning
was neither here nor there
instead, meaning was right now

heaven and hell
and everything else
is anything before or after this

so I abandoned hope and fear
lest I be disappointed
by hitting or missing the target of my own expectations

now each day feels like an eternity

it’s amazing what you can achieve
when you’ve nothing else to do in the day

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the music you play…

being an ardent student
for over 45 years
of things musical…
sounds
sonic expressions
human and other
movement
harmony
resonance
vibration
frequencies
timing
space and movement…
my unexpected, and perhaps somewhat unwanted conclusion thus far,
is that you don’t play music,
…the music plays you

no one knows

wind does not blow
it flows…
it has no mouth
it has no nose
where it comes from
where it goes
we may say we do
but no one knows

lucidity

lucidity: that brilliant detour we took to avoid the rush-hour madness that cut behind the traffic via a previously unknown side-road and crossed over a secret bridge, …only to find it ended up being closed due to freak flooding

there’s no point in blubbering on about it

 

when a whale carcass floats out in the ocean sharks and other predators gather quickly and very soon a feeding frenzy ensues.

in the unbridled lust for flesh and blood often the predators rip also into the flesh of other predators, often their own kind.  …there’s no love lost here, there is also no time for conscientious reflection… it’s purely a game of primitive survival instinct and it’s a free for all.

collateral damage or “friendly fire” as we prefer to call it these days, is a complete non-issue, and is not even registered on the spreadsheet. it’s the bottom line alone that counts and the numbers, conditions and circumstances preceding this grand total are irrelevant.

this is no place for ethics, morality nor civil sentiment. it’s literally a bloody mess. it’s everyone for themselves and the winner takes all.

however, on reflection no one seems to really care much at all as this, to the letter, is almost exactly the same situation and process that is found in normal business practice every day…

just another day at the office, thank you very much… and whether we are willing to face it or not, there’s really no point in blubbering on about it…

the bait society

…
the bait generation
self impaled
we love to dance
to squirm and jiggle
to sell
we are sold to sell
and we sell ourselves
look at me
buy me
I am bought
now we can be
so that we may all be free
we are the bait society
the bait generation
…