openmoko and the union of emptiness and skillful means
yesterday i was finally able to pick up my neo freerunner. when i opened the packaging, out fell an insert, quoting
Thirty spokes share the wheel’s hub
It is the center hole that makes it useful
Shape clay into a vessel
It is the space within that makes it useful
Cut doors and windows for a room
It is the holes which make it useful
Therefore benefit comes from what is there
Usefulness from what is not there.
— lao zi in his dao de jing chapter eleven
an amazing rainbow body practice is vegetarianism
when all you consume has been fed with rainbow light illusion
its fountain feeding stone to daughter flowers and her fruits
your form-body literally becomes physical castle
that embraceable manifestation in which
the union of shunyata
and upaya
may sit.
lucky student
regarding the dzogchen ponlop rinpoche…
this weekend i attended his wisdom of emotions talk here in new york at tibet house.
i can’t express how lucky and joyful i am to be a student of a man with such a beautiful heart!
neil diamond i think sums up my sentiments in his single pretty amazing grace
as long as there is appearance there is emptiness
and as maestro pointed out, vice-versa.
we hold these truths to be self-evident.
rainbow lunch
each bite feeds flora
they paint my insides’ rainbow
pistachio fest
dna and fractal fibonacci
ah fourier transforms, linear algebraic manipulation on dna pairs, singing a song of organs, molecules, atoms, space and the random occurrence of a particle in the quantum field zero point fluctuations. oh, the harmony of the wavelengths played on the strings of chromosomes, built on fibonacci and spinning 3-d sudoku contrails. and does that suspicious orthogonality exist? thought no longer.
out of thailand and into the ocean of shame
i came back from thailand last week. it was a great time, two full weeks where i baptized my person in her theravadin buddhist culture, with traditions longtime largely untainted, as would have the only southeast asian country never colonized by the occidentals (do we have american carpets?). two weeks was enough to grasp the contrast between thailand’s bliss and the cognitive dissonance in the operation of my homeland culture. case in point: i returned from “the land of smiling people”, moving through japan (land of gas-masked tolerant faces), further in through lax western tarmac, and 24+ hour trip exhausted, into scowling jfk. on one hand, the faces, cemented in their expressions of malice; they left me reassured that no too far dreary obstacles had arisen since i’d been gone.
what happened? is this the way it’s always been, and i’ve been content to let it be? thailand melted away a bit of my own homophobia with her gentle culture, like that warm and loving goddess to her only child. total acceptance of whatever sexual expression feels good and loving between two consensual beings, and these beings as the glimmering rainbow-like forms that are expressions of compassion. she told me it was never a sin to love.
and here i am in america, lovingly breathing our asthmatic atmosphere of shame. it seems we can’t see to do anything other than retaliate in defense from the onslaught here. full of bullies aggressively shoving chunks of their karma around as if it’d glom onto their opponent instead of how it trounces us, like a boomerang striking a bell, the bell in pealing tears, and a ricochet to its new unsuspecting target. someone will have to devise that allergy prescription that’ll return to us those sweet scents of freedom, novartis maybe? ;) then maybe we’ll have an easier time finding time to take a breath, and the opportunity to put our hand to our chin it gives us.
incidentally, i randomly bumped into a tibetan man at terrace bagels this morning. cute! ;)
independence day
rufus gifted me:
this is my independence day from the fairy tales of the label “America” — it was never the America i thought it was, and can only become the America, the pure realm of my dreams, if i set out into the uncharted territory.
i have a life to lead,
i have a soul to feed,
i have a dream to heed
my rite of passage
i’ve taken my bodhisattva vow. now i’m in trouble ;) er, um, we all are, heh heh heh
is dark matter’s dark matter karma?
it occurred to me yesterday that it’s conceivable that dark matter has its own “meta dark matter”; matter that is not readily apparent in the dark matter realm, but that affects it “meta-gravitationally”, and thus indirectly affects our baryonic realm.
is dark matter related to karmic seeds and the ÄlayavijñÄna? yay, complexity!