"Our own life is the instrument with which we experiment with truth." - Thich Nhat Hanh

Magritte

The Great War

I had a dream that I was fighting with a monkey and a king over something... It was kinda like the good, the bad, and the ugly! But I was all three.
I was in some kinda war or election process inside and outside that could never be won. It was all this constant turmoil. I know it sounds silly and senseless and in retrospect it was... but at the time it was this overwhelming - huge experience. It was as if only I could resolve all of this and then perhaps I would become a united self.
Then the universe - the whole thing would unfold in front of me... the cosmic mother doing the most awesome of stripteases! and it was/is, all for me, because I had won! I had found the way through all the madness and Bullshit. I had been the instrument through which the pied piper had played the bestest of songs! A song so goddamn good even the most cynical of hearts would open & flow
dancing and laughing
the mother finaly happy
to know - to see and be all
to come open and undone in front of and in spite of everything and everyone
till there is no one
but this this this this...

so yeah I had a good dream and a hell of a go at it
even achieved it for a time.
but the come down is a real bitch!
it can get pretty bad.

I used to break rocks open when I was a child with a hammer - the vibrant colors inside were always so suprising.
and somewhere a saint is smiling
something about being broken before your whole...