Sitting on San Pablo outside Casa Latina
Reading "The Shape of Suffering" by Thanissaro Bhikkhu (Geoffrey DeGraff)
Slowing the mind down
With the music filling my ears
Inside my skull processor
Through little plastic ear phones
Everything is moving and everything is still
It's all happening and nothing is happening
Suddenly there is a bottle of wine and a little bag of weed at my house
Not in my body
But right there waiting
Cocaine in Chico
Time to move to another house
Thinking with ignorance
Craving arising
I mainly relate to crazy people
The true bums
These are my people
Like nameless man
But my pockets are bulging with money and possessions and they have nothing
This illusion looks a lot different for them
And it's all perspective
They are the Jesuses
They are the Buddhas
These people
The poor we have a war on
They are the Masters
Not the Dalai Llama flying around in first class
The clouds are parting
Pushed quickly East by the wind
And the sun is behind them
And the clouds are running East
Across blue sky
Above a dilapidated Svennson Volvo specialist shop
With a girl walking by toward Siva Devananda Yoga hidden on Delaware
And a little old black man riding by on his red scooter in front of scaffolding
In the midst of Pattica Samuppada, dependent co-arising
In the midst of Nothing
In the midst of Void
Somewhere in the midst of the Big Bang
Here we are
Riding the Ether
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