Closed Fist of the Teacher

 

Owned by the media…owned by others…falsehood is the cornerstone of today’s living.  So, what happened to, just give me some truth?

 

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Digha Nikaya-I have taught the way without making any distinction between inner and outer teaching.  For in respect of the truth there must be no such thing as the, ‘closed fist’ of the teacher, who hides some essential knowledge from the pupil.  Secrecy is the mark of false doctrine.

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I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth

Buddha, I have buyer’s remorse

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Hey, Mr. Buddha, I have a new question…maybe two!

The absence of thought?

Not such a bad thing…it allows us to refuel. But if were not for history’s villains, would we know of attachments fool? Is spirit in the duality of detail? Is there no perfection? No, there could never be!

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Without pain I would fail

Even with a paper framed liberal artists hanging by a rusty nail.

Are we just as…

the life led beneath our foot falls?

Just the same

bad becomes us all

Than only than…

existence kneels

while

hope flees.

The first thing I remember when meditating left of center

I recall standing in a driveway at the end of the storm.

A kinship called me like a name given unto vacant winds

She begged of me, never return, never again.

The second thing, the person of unknown origin, did say

it is a buyer’s remorse when attachments lead the way.

'Being so aware, we will lose all our attachments, As we cease gasping, we will be freed.' -Digha Nikaya
‘Being so aware, we will lose all our attachments,
As we cease gasping, we will be freed.’
-Digha Nikaya

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