Ra Springtime Will Come!
Wednesday 5:00 p.m.
From the Wobbly song book. Might be Joe Hill. "When the Springtime will come, Oh, won't we have fun. We'll get out of jail, and we'll go on the bum!" I got paid. I've decided it would be better to stop beating myself up, be a bit more relaxed, go out, and beat up other people. Or, be more engaged. Sometimes it feels as if you can get too much of this heat and ra bliss and emanating as a deity malarkey. Let's have fun and fool around!
It seems unlikely that I will become a buddha in this lifetime. Unfortunately, this is the only one I have. If you're stuck with a false sense of self, you have to accept that.
'When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a Buddha." The D.L. The wall.
8:00 p.m.
We went a walk up to the allotment though it was already beginning to be dark. Cold wind, lilac in the sky. Two motherfungin giant ducks were standing by the pond on the way back. Strange geese. Why don't the poor people eat these things? They didn't have anything like that round about where I was brought up. Why don't kids spear them and eat them at campfires? Things can't be that bad.
From the Wobbly song book. Might be Joe Hill. "When the Springtime will come, Oh, won't we have fun. We'll get out of jail, and we'll go on the bum!" I got paid. I've decided it would be better to stop beating myself up, be a bit more relaxed, go out, and beat up other people. Or, be more engaged. Sometimes it feels as if you can get too much of this heat and ra bliss and emanating as a deity malarkey. Let's have fun and fool around!
It seems unlikely that I will become a buddha in this lifetime. Unfortunately, this is the only one I have. If you're stuck with a false sense of self, you have to accept that.
'When we can see, straightforwardly and non-conceptually, the nature of our clear light mind and remain totally absorbed in this nature without ever regressing from it, we have become a Buddha." The D.L. The wall.
8:00 p.m.
We went a walk up to the allotment though it was already beginning to be dark. Cold wind, lilac in the sky. Two motherfungin giant ducks were standing by the pond on the way back. Strange geese. Why don't the poor people eat these things? They didn't have anything like that round about where I was brought up. Why don't kids spear them and eat them at campfires? Things can't be that bad.
posted by Hotboy at 5:03 PM
3 Comments:
I just wondered what's the relationship between the false sense of self and narcissism? I've got both, so maybe they're connected.
McClonkie! Narcissism must be for the flatheids who have their heads so far up their bottoms they have disappeared! Hope this helps! Hotboy
Yes, I try to be thorough. Have a good weekend. PS I spoke over the internet with our mutual friend in Alabama. She has a very nice cowboy voice.
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