Where do you want to go?
Posted on Apr 2nd, 2008
by
Jon
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for April 02, 2008:
There's nowhere to go.....space is within me...and space is within you, too.....is your body within your mind or within your body?.....if the latter, you are standing about three feet away from your body and looking at yourself....doinnnnng (sound of wobbly percussion)......performative contradiction alert!!!!!.....
Check it out.....what you think of your body is a set of sensorial perceptions... skandhas as the Tibetan Buddhists would refer to them.....hanging in the clear radiant referenceless space that You Are...so you cannot go anywhere...as you 'walk forwards' in life you are interpreting the forms which arise and selfliberate within this you-space as constituting a journey...actually, movement, metaphorical or literal..is illusory.....in truth, there is nowhere to go...you are already Here.....
Hence that quote by Dogen that i don't remember exactly but which sez something about there only being a tenth of an inch between heaven and hell...or enlightenment and prakritic dronesville...or whatever...didn't do my headstand this morning...
Anyway, this is what is known as a Pointing Out Instruction and i have just ripped off Douggie Harding may he rest in bardo peace.....gonna write a book on this an' get rich and famous and live on my own subtropical island and be an enigmatic celebrity recluse like Steve McQueen was only i won't get fat like he did but then i couldn't unless i sold a franchise to MacDonalds Shitburger Co. but it wouldn't be cost-effective cos I would be the only inhabitant on my island...me and my housekeeper, who will be played in the tantricksta movie by some GenX hottie who is probably about 4 right now......and of course the McShitburger staff who would have to feed themselves on shitburgers and coke and coconuts....and we'd spend our time pretending to be Tom Hanx surfing the incoming tides on old toilet doors and sewn-mailbag sails.... and as the sun sets fire to the sea we would sit on the littoral truth of it all rapt in awe as the zephyred sky lights up violet and spirals into the space I call I....and there's really nowhere to go when in this Place That Is The Only Place That Can Be....
Well paull down me pants, paint me testes red, stand me on me head and call me the Redcap Elephant!!!!....that was a funny old paragraph...
Have a nice day....hope Spring springs for ya
Thanx for the question Siona. x
Check it out.....what you think of your body is a set of sensorial perceptions... skandhas as the Tibetan Buddhists would refer to them.....hanging in the clear radiant referenceless space that You Are...so you cannot go anywhere...as you 'walk forwards' in life you are interpreting the forms which arise and selfliberate within this you-space as constituting a journey...actually, movement, metaphorical or literal..is illusory.....in truth, there is nowhere to go...you are already Here.....
Hence that quote by Dogen that i don't remember exactly but which sez something about there only being a tenth of an inch between heaven and hell...or enlightenment and prakritic dronesville...or whatever...didn't do my headstand this morning...
Anyway, this is what is known as a Pointing Out Instruction and i have just ripped off Douggie Harding may he rest in bardo peace.....gonna write a book on this an' get rich and famous and live on my own subtropical island and be an enigmatic celebrity recluse like Steve McQueen was only i won't get fat like he did but then i couldn't unless i sold a franchise to MacDonalds Shitburger Co. but it wouldn't be cost-effective cos I would be the only inhabitant on my island...me and my housekeeper, who will be played in the tantricksta movie by some GenX hottie who is probably about 4 right now......and of course the McShitburger staff who would have to feed themselves on shitburgers and coke and coconuts....and we'd spend our time pretending to be Tom Hanx surfing the incoming tides on old toilet doors and sewn-mailbag sails.... and as the sun sets fire to the sea we would sit on the littoral truth of it all rapt in awe as the zephyred sky lights up violet and spirals into the space I call I....and there's really nowhere to go when in this Place That Is The Only Place That Can Be....
Well paull down me pants, paint me testes red, stand me on me head and call me the Redcap Elephant!!!!....that was a funny old paragraph...
Have a nice day....hope Spring springs for ya
Thanx for the question Siona. x







so true.. I drive and all I see is everything appearing and disappearing behind me… I dont move? like the swimmer in an exercise pool
cool post
Thank you Michael…..and the pool is inside you, too…in fact, in this awareness, “inside” and “outside” are terms which lose ostensive meaning…no analogies can convey this understanding because analogies are underpinned by likenesses between separate ideas…..and there is no separation…Kosmos is seamless…no need to even put a definite article before Kosmos….Jon x
that was very entertaining and you got your point across.
Hello Mr Batman,
Chausson avec ca?
GenX hottie who is 4 right now? U sure u got your various Gens curreck? Gen X wood bee 30ish now…. Gen Y is 20ish…… GenW(atever) is pubescent at the moment. U re thinking GenZ(aadz) ;P
BB, quelquefois par Mercedes Solas je crois…Mouse….uh yeah thanx for firming up me fogginess…lets call em Gen Integral….Wilberbrats…..mischevious holons in animated W-C matrix hopscotch extravaganza…Jon xx
WHAT??? no rumpy-pumpy today! ('o') I'm all dressed up, ready to roll &
then you're friggin telling me, there's nowhere to go; I'm there already,
zephyred skies & red testies; - bloody hell, plan b it is: beam me up, Scotty..
love ya.. tara <3
Monsieur Batman…aka Jean
Si je le savais que tu parle francais,je repondrais a toutes les response comme ca.
Malereusemnt mon francais ecrit est pas aussi fort que mon francais parle.
Beaucoup d'erreurs d'orthographe,etc….
A tu deja visite la France, les shit burgers son vendus la aussi.
Ah daumage….il y a un abime entre ce qu'on fait et ce qu'on voulez faire….mais chacun son gout….
But I'm buggered if I'm gonna spout la belle francais toujours…il y a si beaucoup des limitations serieux…/se….ah bordel de merde…..
Et oui, il y a beaucoup de burgers de merde en France.
D'accord Jon :-) Mais c'est plutot les moments sans espace qui m'interesse,c'est la mon probleme,je crois,cette maudite espace. Ca pis la marde,je suis remplis avec les deux ;-)
Here in Quebec we call it marde like Wal-Marde. Back to regular programming.
In the UK North West, to be mardy is to be sort of sulky and irritable and demanding so I guess that this could be another vector of lingual aryan diffusion
Kinda like Tuesdays ;-)
Yeah…before you go on a next-day spending spree to laugh it off…vendre-di..J x
..or the day after an all nighter ……Dim-anche
or the casino's favorite…….Jeu-di :-O
Or a day out in that very fine Lundi Town….
Hey Redcap Elephant. 'Sup man?