if you go

If you go far enough out

you can see the Universe itself,
all the billion light years summed up time
only as a flash, just as lonely, as distant
as a star on a June night
if you go far enough out.

And still, my friend, if you go far enough out
you are only at the beginning

- of yourself.

-Rolf Jacobsen

vairochana

In Boudanath, Nepal he chanced into the Saturday Cafe. Was it Saturn Day? Perhaps. Decent breakfast. Stupa view. Bookstore.

 

A woman sat at a table with her laptop. Typing. A traveller stood in the doorway. Are you writing a book, he asked. Pasang looked up, smiling.

No, I'm beginning a bi-monthly newsletter. Community. 

He sat down. They talked. He offered to help her. Everyone needs help.

 

They became friends and he'd journey over from Bandipur weekly to suggest all manner of ideas: focus, tone, editing, developing resources and so forth. It's a one-woman show.

 

He gave her a copy of his walking meditation prose poem from Lhasa travels. He revised it. She published it. O joy. In June she prepared to publish the first hard copy issue.

Pasang sent her web site URL. It has a great feel. Here it is. Give it a look-see. Share.

www.vairochana.com

jungle mumble

Namaste,

hominids know so much 
understand so little
pigments paint animals
traps, black time marking combs
seals, bison, ice age melts bones

hunters

bows, arrows, spears, traps
coal, ash, bark, blood, animal fat
50,000 years of experimentation
still creating in the dark

gatherers
animal skins, fishing hooks, bone sewing needles
fingers grasping
finer points
migration
settlements, social laws, rules, order

invent a religion

game theory
follow the leader

Metta.

Yak mouth

Namaste,

Hey Hominid, how's it going?

It's a fucking jungle out there. Predators. Yakking fools.

Idiots with a larynx. 

They grunt. They grimace. They fight. They steal. They kill. They kill, question.

Yeah it's eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle.

Short fast and deadly.

Do they breed work and get slaughtered, question. 

Yeah ha. Ha ha. Laughter saves the day. Where's the tool fool, question.

Over there. (points toward the jungle) Sex. (rubs body parts)

Ugh. Whoopee. Coitus interrupted.

Show me your tool. Fool.

Shit puke thunder and lightning.

Light my fire.

Erectus said to Neanderthal, Give me your tired homeless cave painters. Your electronic mice.

Let's get the hello out of hear.

Metta.

Dear Lucy Chimp Child

I learnt to write before reading. Letters. Strings of pictures. Read nature.

Word pictures. Yeah. Grunts and ughs and yahoo wows and gestures and sings signs and more gestures. 

So it goes. Eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle. How did we evolve? Answer evidence.

Anyway, I walked from Ethiopia to I don't know where. New climate and landscape.

Someone, probably a Homo Stupendous had fire. I saw the light. It was in a shelter. A hole in the ground covered with branches and animal skins. Maybe a cave. 

Our tribe wanted to stole it. They made a plan. Brain power. Sneak up.

We asked, using our gesturing language. Limited. Share?

Go away!

They threw sticks and stones at us. 

Find your own fire. 

It's a struggle.

Bye.