can you point to the spot?

breathe in
air streaming through
nose, throat, lungs, bloodstream, cells, energy
when does it become me?
can you point to the spot?

take a bite
food slowly squishing through
mouth, throat, stomach, intestines, bloodstream, cells, energy
when does it become me?
can you point to the spot?

birth
energy concentrating
sex, sperm, egg, embryo, womb, birth
when do I start being me?
can you point to the spot?

death
energy dissolving
aging, dying, body stops, decomposing, earth, grass
when do I stop being me?
can you point to the spot?

temporary

everything familiar is temporary

possessions
garden
friends
family
body
mind

all the forms, sounds, feelings, smells, and tastes of this world.

[Siddartha] felt that he now regarded Vasudeva as the people regarded the gods and that this could not last. Inwardly, he began to take leave of Vasudeva.

everything familiar is temporary.

so

is it time to start taking leave of everything familiar?
detaching, inwardly
saying goodbye?

or

is it time
to say
hello?

life is like a game of ddr

it’s best when you
connect and flow
effortlessly
letting go of the results
connecting directly to the game
arrows
music
body
until the distinctions melt away
leaving pure energy

sometimes patterns lull you to sleep
and then
suddenly!
you are jolted awake
because the pattern has changed
and will never return to the previous pattern

sometimes you screw up
the faster you let go of your mistakes
the more you can focus on the present
and the immediate future

and the song goes on
it never waits for you
you can’t stop the waves
but you can learn to surf!

the song ends
and there’s nothing
only a vague echo

product placement

When will a major movie producer take the plunge, and release a blockbuster movie completely free on the internet, using product placement alone to pay all the bills?

With file sharing such a perceived problem by the industry, it seems an obvious approach. Share all you want–the more people that see the movie, the happier your advertisers.

hang on a sec

we’re out on the town
playing around
having the most wonderful time

it’s almost midnight
on saturday night
and we are all feeling so fine

with a bunch of friends
the fun never ends
this night will go on for ever!

we’re all here and now
there is no past or future

singing!
dancing!
playing!
loving!

having an experience to remember.

but hang on a sec!
this is my bank
and there’s an ATM
you see
I don’t mean to disturb the mood

but

interest rates are high
and that is why
I’m asking a quick favor:

hang on a sec!
while I deposit a check.

get up!

We sick an’ tired of-a your ism-skism game –
Dyin’ ‘n’ goin’ to heaven in-a Jesus’ name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can’t fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light
We gonna stand up for our rights!

– Bob Marley

Paradise, part seven of seven

VII. The drunk.
“Care for a drink?” He smells. He’s slouching on a couch, next to a liqour cabinet. It’s mid-morning.

“Oh, I see you’re not interested.. hmm.. well.” He turns his attention to his mostly-empty glass of whiskey, turning it in his hand. Then he looks at the bottle in his other hand. Suddenly he perks up.

“Ah! I have just the thing.” He downs the remainder of his glass and opens the cabinet. “Nothing beats this one. An old classic.” The bottle is another whiskey, which he promptly pours into his glass and a fresh one.

“Let me let you in on a little secret,” his voice lowers. “This bottle never runs out. And it never gives you a hangover! I don’t always drink it, because.. I don’t know.. it just seems too good to be true. But I always drink it on special occasions, or around special people.”

He brightens and speaks loudly again. “Here ya go. Drink up!” He belches, drinks, belches again. “Whew! Nothing beats it. This is paradise, you know. It doesn’t get any better than this.”

He takes another swig and smiles. “No really. This. Is. Paradise. Really! This is it.”

“Don’t you see?”

Paradise, part six of seven

VI. The social butterfly.

A group of women are gathered around a round table. They are drinking tea and eating cake. They are dressed up.

One of the women is telling a story to the others: “–and *he* was wearing his bathrobe, right there at the party! Oh, how funny! And his poor wife was so embarassed that she–” she continues on, making small-talk which seems to entertain her and the others to no end.

“What could be more wonderful than to be always surrounded by friends? And there are always parties to go to!” She beams at the other women. They respond with picture-perfect smiles of adoration and jealousy.

She whispers: “It’s always been like this, and I just know it always will be! Everyone wishes they were me. That’s because I’m so beautiful, and social. And it all comes naturally to me, I have never had to try!”

Paradise, part five of seven

V. The Yogi.

He is sitting on the floor, cross-legged, meditating. His breath is slow, deep, even, and controlled. His body is lean, hard, yet relaxed.

Suddenly his eyes flash open. “Hello,” he says calmly.

“I have studied from all the masters. I know how to breathe correctly. I know how to stand and sit correctly. I know how to stretch my body, and I am extremely limber. See?”

He pauses for a moment, then launches slowly into a headstand and lets his legs fall into a split. From this position, he continues talking.

“I began studying when I was a young man to become a great yogi. I have spent my entire life dedicated to this task. And what a payout for my efforts! Look at the things I can do!”

He demonstrates.