01-13-2017, 12:00 AM
I love the intent behind koans. The intent to short-circuit my reason, the nefarious collaborator of the flyer mind, leaving the shock of empty space of inner silence. Once its done its job, my job is to uphold it...unbending intent...until it perpetuates itself spontaneously.
I had no idea how lax this muscle had become in my life....modern man's life.....the muscle of unbending intent. I also had no idea how enraged the force behind the flyer mind becomes when you put up a serious, sustained challenge to its sustenance.
I indulge less frequently, nowadays......but when I do, I indulge like a motherf.uck.er! Last gasps/grasps, I can only hope, of something on its way out the door.
I had no idea how lax this muscle had become in my life....modern man's life.....the muscle of unbending intent. I also had no idea how enraged the force behind the flyer mind becomes when you put up a serious, sustained challenge to its sustenance.
I indulge less frequently, nowadays......but when I do, I indulge like a motherf.uck.er! Last gasps/grasps, I can only hope, of something on its way out the door.