4pm -
Whiled away the day, watching the mountains and the people. Reading Kerouac's Big Sur - the madman he. It's an advert to warn against the dangers of prolonged drinking - days on end.
Then I moved to Zen Mind, Beginners Mind by Suzuki. I liked the idea of the waterfall... the separated droplets will join again with the body of water at the bottom.
Death will be the end of suffering. But while alive use the time. For no purpose other than experience, which will vanish away, memories and all. It's not that anything is gained or not. The insignificance of life... it's a blip, a twitch. We all reach nirvana whether we try or not.
I'll live now. Use the moment, the canvass. The paint dries. The sun sets. The river doesn't think. Lao Tzu my teacher.
A dred-l0ck beard baldy once told me that the enlightened monk leaves the monastery.
In the end back with the mother waters and the twinkling of the stars and the slurping of the deer at the rivers edge. We will be the river, the deer, the slurp.
8pm -
A blue whirlwind had started up spinning in Deeds Grove front room and Jert was nonchalantly doing something... "Look Jert a ****ing whirlwind"... and I woke up to the wind howling outside.
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