enthralled

7/5/2022 glitch

Enthralled as I am with the glitches in my aging flesh — this book couldn’t have come at a better time

The only time I have biosecurity is in my dreams — the other night I awoke on the boat unable to communicate and ask for help — Tracy was calling someone on land to ask for support — I realized I was dying and was OK — closed my eyes and awoke to find her peacefully snoring next to me

The Big Clock in the sky says — A Sliver of Moon O’clock

I know — I’m not the only one — living suspended in low-grade anxiety — rarely reaching the purity of fear — can do that to us

After reading the introductory chapter to 11:11 Press’s “CONF” wrote the following piece which has nothing to do with it:

Review
Con/Jur/d, 7/5/2022

The Southern escape
the winter before everyone
took off their masks, he said
“I was never afraid of it”

There were copious amounts then
as likely to recommend with coded
phrases like “It blew my mind” or
“I couldn’t get enough” or “Blue
the color the CIA made for JFK”

Not that, if you weren’t there, you’d
get it, since memory naturally mutates
blindly, and what you think about it
while worthy of critique, doesn’t
meet the standard of review, since
reviews require DNA embedded in

aligned with the environment 
interconnection, not disruption

Now I get what he meant when 
he said “I don’t get it. There is only
one Buddha!” And I would have said
“Yes!” being enough of assessment

for the Old Tiger
in the long, evershifting grass.

After a certain point — even non-Zen texts seem to be communicating the same thing

Much love y’all,

Con/Jur/d, 7/5/2022