I meditate because the world is a whirlpool machine
And silent sitting then, is a remedy for shimmering, swirling death,
A death which puts on the ten thousand fineries plays in the wheels and crushes us,
Spits us out, leaves us stunned, amnesiac, on the edge of the beach.
I meditate because I know how death rumbles.
It passes through our pores and pours its acid along bodily furrows
As we converse with full ignorance of its ways.
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Death is separation. Are you describing alienation from self and reality (whatever that may be) as death?
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I believe I referred to illusions…
Death as the energy of ignorance.
For some reason I struggle to pin down this morning, it has a scent of Christian theoretical backdrop.
Death vs life feel..maybe you can tell me.
I’m no expert in Christianity…
Nor in Buddhism, for that matter.
But why do I even speak?
Suzuki said the mind of the expert is tight and unbreathable.
I cannot but relate to this on such a blurry morning…
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I claim no expertise either.
Through the fuzziness of a working day, I might conclude that death is distraction.
I see nothing overtly Christian in there. You may be a closet theologian, though…
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