two glimpse one
(one—focus)
Subhūti, Buddha's disciple, was an old man though Buddha's age was irrelevant or rather nonexistent. Buddha wore his flesh so he could be
[ [ seen, ]
… as the air wears wind. ]
« Thirty-two marks on his rag-and-bone-shop body. »
(The Story of Being Invisible)
Indistinct echoes: (shop body body shop …
chop body bodhi shop …
bone body …)
[ Without breath, ]
how would one meditate? Without breath what makes change
possible? One makes breath. How would one?
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(invisible voiceover)
Subhūti says to Buddha,
(visible voice)
feels as though day always ends.
« Sometimes I sleep, »
((Trouble is My Middle Name - 1) –or- see – 2 later)
sometimes I die, sometimes the sky is cloudy—then dark and luminescent, but always it’s day. I am always awakened.
(multiplicity growing and subsiding—like a resonance bubble)
We are offered
[ One glimpse ]
says Buddha, that is duality. One side is wisdom. One side faith.
« Will your eyes be closed when
[ times come? ] »
((Trouble is My Middle Name - 2) –or- see – 1 earlier)
Presence is the background of
[ absence—sense, ]
the foreground.
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(one—focus—unity—unison)
Says Buddha, stars press the cosmos—the
[ black-and-white toggle ]
« Magic-lamp shadows cast dancing fireflies and platinum moon- moths glow »
—illusive radiance and
[ longing sucked in to wind— ]
Providence vanishes, bubbles of roiling steaming stream,
[ lightning ]
[ flashes as short-lived as ]
[ life like funnel clouds ]
that cup blasts of air which blow down houses full of little piggies.
[ Subhūti, along with realms of gods, mammals, and titans awaken within our one big theater of the mind—in One moment. ]
End of story.
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