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9/8/2025 THEIR LOSS IS YOUR GAIN (?) #poetry #rejection
How Low Can You Go? Con/Jur/d, 6/27/2025 The idea there is a species limbo a HIGH/LOW hierarchy of perception, a POV below ours, reveals the lie of over/under or rather, not a falsehood, per se, (generously, a misused orienting principal), whose language reveals itself S L O W/fast as a tempo in TIME “take the Zen Corpse” (species of Bodhisattva, known to be neither DEAD nor alive, life after life), he says “the BUDDHA having died from BAD pork in the begging bowl, at the widow’s table, which one do you find morally superior, the woman who fed the holy, the dead pig (butchered, left to rot), THE MAGGOT whose parent got beneath the VEIL of holiness to implant the kinetically charged eggs, or the microbiome GONE WILD once the host violated the community ***guidelines and preferences*** habits of a lifetime, colonies, family lines of LITTLES, dating back to Siddhartha’s mother's mother's MOTHER and before, and even before THE FACE before SHE was born WHAT IS THEIR ORDER OF LIBERATION?” “Surely, she says, the story Roshi sung, of mandatory work in the afternoon at the storied monastery, on the mountainside, where nothing happens day after day year by year, he saw a Daisy…” “Or was it a White Hedge Bindweed? This narration would be helped if we said, NO, not a DAISY a PSYCHEDELIC MORNING GLORY (where does THE PSYCHEDELIC MORNING GLORIES rank as a band name? if you believe you are free from preference: ASK YOURSELF, “What are my favorite band names?”) … although for europeans and their latin centrism it would be called Ipomoea purpurea, (wasn't there a famous girl from there? Was she famous or was her carrier waves, the voice, we believe Astrud Gilberto? that sung, the band that backed, the song broadcast across TIME and SPACE, we can imagine received by radio receiver, a co-evolutionary instance of the same frequencies evolving, much like crabs do here, in our gravity WELL those spindly legs keep showing UP across history and ecosystems, there on a world that is not ours, with entirely different digits THE ENGINEERS who herded those radio WAVES, whose language used the aa sound the same as the eoa sound, remembered, at least when they first receive thru our galaxies million year sound displacement wall, our alien transmission about the Girl from Ipanema, a simple rule our engineers and designers have forgotten: BUILDING ON TOP OF DOES NOT MEAN BETTER THAN) and ROSHI realized the flower called Ipanema is in/part of/ the entirety of THE SAME FIELD as him and his bodhisattva aspirations” “He learned? Beneath everything the same substrate (no special height for humans)” “SURELY,” they tremulate, “you don’t mean to say rocks are, are ??” “ARE, the sputum of STARS if we attention to the purveyors of DEEP TIME, like Pinet and Damer and Wong and Szostack and Hazen, it seems complexity, its evolution is implicit, no need for panspermia or SPARKING GODS, or carving code, the origin of life IS INSIDE THE HOUSE our geological home, there is no limbo down below, implicit in the structure NOTHING LOWER OR HIGHER than this firmament” “You're not saying? are you, rocks are conscious! or that when WE WAKE UP, we all experience the same gosh darn thing?” “Do you mean THIS/THIS THISGOSHDARNTHING (another good band name): NO NEGATION NOTHING no eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind. no seeing, no hearing, no smelling, no tasting, no touching, no imagining. nothing seen, nor heard, nor smelled, nor tasted, nor touched, nor imagined From human ape to plant fungi lichen to bacteria, virus, prion thru mountain, rock pebble, sand, mud and magma, rain rivulet, stream, river pond, lake, ocean rain again, to planet moons, asteroids, meteors and the glowing forge of all of the above spinning, spinning spiraling in clusters and constellations ever outward around around physic defying a grounded hole in everything inward, inward to an infinite UNKNOWN unknowable we’ve been told, (the wordless evidence supports this) like the Buddha whose abnormal fear of death led him to sit beneath the BODHI TREE until struck by knowing, until THE TREE and he, that ACCOMPLISHMENT of THE SELF healing ape, Siddhartha, became synonymous “I'm still special, though, right?” “There will only ever be one of you, yes.” “You would say that.”
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 9/8/2025