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Something I Know to Think I Know

Two small phrases:  ‘germ of the ultimate’ counterpoised in playoff with ‘husk of convention’ really set off the fuse of cosmic association within me just now. I encountered those wonderful terms in an explication of Buddhist poetry.

They may not mean a thing to you but to me they mean and reveal everything! Just the way they are!

I’ll elaborate with an opaque explication of my own.

Think of a germ within a vast universe. This is spirituality and how it comes to be awakened in some kind of figurine of speech, so to speak, so to open up to think. But it’s the husk of convention that really gripped me. For this husk of convention is my experience of life in the physical incarnation. Nigh everybody I’ve encountered in my so-called ‘upbringing’ is a Hüsker Dü of convention. For sooth. The husk of convention is that by which we are all judged, evaluated, assessed, and appointed some signification, allotted some value, merit/demerit, allocated some status, bound and/or loosed.

And, until I began to learn how to begin to practice to transcend, this ubiquitous Hüsker Dü business bothered me like an incessant fly to my game of horse. But the germ of the ultimate is the thing that can set us all free from the confines of convention. Peal away the husk! Come and join the joyful living!

And prior to all of this and during all of this I have been and am simply a human being spiritual.

But it has always been innate and intimate within me to strive for the germ of the ultimate to shuck off the husk of convention. And with practice I am beginning to learn. With devotion is my place in the calm peace in the vast still space in the center of the germ within the ultimate.

I say this ‘cause I know this.

*Buddhist poetry thanks to Jetsun Dragpa Gyaltsen. Explication thanks to Khenpo Migmar Tseten.

Some Extemporaneous Discourse on Karma

To say that karma is a bitch is a grave disservice to karma and to precious and lovely bitches.

For love is the answer and you should know this, for sure. Karma is not of one lifetime. You’re confusing karma with Fortuna and her cruel wheel, perhaps. You want to make Fortuna your bitch, perhaps, ordering Fortuna to say your name. But you should know better. And your mother should know, she who taught you.

It’s bad enough and more than grave enough merely to say it. But to think it perchance to believe it is a multitude of tormenting hell times worse.

If we only had a magic math machine that could reach into the past incarnations and collect all the data points. Then karma would make perfect sense. Everything would calculate in perfect just accord then. Then absolutely everything that happens wouldn’t be shit that happens, wouldn’t literally amount to shit, and each incidence of what happens would make perfect sense. And we could let justice ring!

But then, to remember all the causation points of all the lifetimes past would be to relive them in some conceivable or inconceivable way. And that is not necessary. Because we have all the faith we know to complement and add to all the faith we don’t know.

Faith can transform everything, like love. And love is the answer. And you know that for sure.

If you only had faith in the happenings of now and how they’re appropriate and just and meant to be. You might love the journey.

And you wouldn’t see the liars and the self-dealers getting away with anything anymore. (Or everything in your envious passive greed).

So, like I say and like I experience, every little thing that comes our way is a blessing. Every little thing is our learning opportunity. Everything is nothing else that we may see to stumble over. To paraphrase the ghost that was to do with the machine “darkness makes me fumble. For a key. To a door. That’s wide open.” But paraphrasing like that makes me seem that I’m preoccupied with nineteen eighty-one. In any case, sometimes we’re dizzy even walking in a straight line. So we need faith.

I advise myself that I need only meet each moment with a devoted cultivation of gratitude. And I advise you this too. So, if you want to be a hero well just follow me. Have faith. And use your time in this life wisely. Just know that no matter what you believe, it all goes on. [As destined by creation, i.e. the Kingdom of Heaven]. [I have reason to believe that we all will be received]. No one ever runs short of time. Not in an existence of eternity.

The journey is everything! Just practice gratitude!