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I am to the Wilderness and We Will Produce

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Truth is Truth.
Writting By The I_Nonself Collectanea

They say;
Judgement Arises, but Truth is Truth.

They say Climb Mountains.
They say Sit Forever.
They say the Ecosystems are Fragile.
They say Drive untill you Comprehend It.

They say the Oil is running out…

I want no war.
I learn of the Peace of the Buddha.
I value what we are together.
I am working with the vehicle.

Dreaming of ancient ways,
I start it again,
I find the ancient world within,
And sit on the sands of time in the desert.

They say the way of the recluse
is better by far.
They say renoun over fame.
They say fetter fetter, nothing, better.

Icons of love and resistance,
Changing the waking and wakeless about;
One more New Way Symphony of
Old Goings On.

Is it Right because of Judgement?
Is it Right because of the Person?
Is it Right because of the Party Association?
Is it Right because of the Truth?

Coordination of the body
is not only left and right,
forward and backward,
upward and down…

There are many coordinations
of the human body,
the north knee for example…
I seek coordination, awareness and ability.

The peace of meditation,
is found if you sit and practice.
I seek relief from the simantics of
understanding, sitting and arising.

The substantial quality within;
If it is devoured,
The righteous pop up from thier seat,
As needy as a fiend, such suffering.

I practice meditation,
then I practice arising,
I am compelled to go onwardly,
Compassion or Passion is the copilot.

I have preferences and
I know what the noble care for,
What the honorable have strived for.
My practices eb and flow with the world.

I will continue, success, accomplishment.

The mightiest are blazing glory,
A lie it would be; I bask not in thier glow.
However, disire will again bring suffering,
The saints and babas of the world are so.

The Lamas, Bhikkus and Abotts lead
rabbles and droves of men and women around the wheel of Samsara.

The holy ghost of the mind-body,
is a field of worldly potential.
The science fact beckons reinforcement.
The engines and computers electrify.

The influences are recognized or become the concious experience.
Sights and sounds of the influence,
Of the experience, of the journey so far.

The ball is put on the shelf,
The book is opened.

How all gets done is amazing.
How much longer can this
superformation world go on…?

Each day the sun rises,
I breath and I continue.