The Monkey Mind

      To embrace my beloved, for so long, as tenderly as possible, is to be the luckiest person alive. (pic credit: Xích Diễm Cố Tích) Love, what an idea it is! lifetime after lifetime, humanity has marveled at its existence. The ability to love as the most beautiful aspect of our being, brings us closer to the truth about ourselves; of who we were, are and, will be.  We love, honestly, as honest as a person can be, in our own subjective way, with devotion bordering the height of the heavens and generosity as vast as the Buddha's heart. We can soar carefree and or endure drudgery when we earn the love for which we fight with all our being. Fighting, the good fight!  Love binds us all. In ways i.e. magical where I am, myself no more for "I" have thee in my mind, here in the most cherished memories in my heart, here within my very being, my dearest  even when I am all alone especially then, boxed within the silence of concrete chained to the wall li...

Blessed by introspection colored in anecdotes the memories coalesce  as I travel back in time... (PC:icanvas.com) The past  emerges as a temporal yet intensive replacement for the present. Recorded within my humble scribblings, they strive to impart justice to living memories alive in the ebb and flow of my naive heart. This flow spreads pervasively to the rest of my being, pulsating the identity I so carry. Rather than the teleological tendency of the rational mind, they convey those epiphanies colored in the spectrum of chaotic emotions witnessed by the light of my awareness. With subjective awareness of the myriad of imperfections never reaching the final conclusions, I am sure they are destined forever to be etched as vague musings. I realize this afresh with the solidarity of  me  that exists in the possibility of different dimensions. Nonetheless, I connect with those different versions of I , and we are never so sure that they shall remain as mere mu...

" The price of wisdom is suffering " " Yet, when all is lost... even a part " you ", you define as yourself, hold on, be the steady rock enduring the wrathful storm, with a pure heart, a clear mind, and spirit free  letting go, distraction, abstraction, retraction holding in only  that which you truly need, then, you will rescue yourself,  then, you will soar to true freedom, then, the only question is when..." ...When we become  more  when we have  less  ..."  -the earth opens up to the heavens for mortals to ascend,"   once more                                                                                                       ...