green and black

( – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Each single blade of green grass vibrates with the flooding sun of a new day. Rising over the verdant rolling fields of hills large and small providing the context and contrast to the flat white cloud ribbons as the snake their way throughout the multi-hued blue sky. Our minds look up and follow the progression of blues from bright to dark as it fades to space.

Our minds range outward through the stars finding the solace of the empty space between them and exploring at whim the burning heart of the giant suns.

The comfort of nothing, the rest of black.

We want to reach farther than that even being human and all but being human and all we soon range far enough out to find the no unauthorized personnel sign on the outer edge of the small conscious we are allowed through the Original Bargain that gave us sex and banana splits but prevents consciousnesses trapped in meat from knowing the full secrets lest we use them wrongly. In our tiny little world where we purposefully lose our way to apprehend another informational state and to serve the greatness through the being small. For now.

So we float back down still only seeing with our eyes to the place we call home with its loud and its mess and its asphalt but soon float past that and back to the tiny tiny big hilltop of green grass studded with a ring of brilliant white stones and for the first time notice the structure.

A small but exquisite pagoda in a still lake,

couches and teas,

a breeze,

A moment of peace

Before the call of our meat draws us inevitably back to the fray and the struggle and the joy of now deathless (for some) battles to be fought in our fine containers of small consciousness and flesh.

Still yearning for BIG and for home.

For the inevitable reunion with the absolute that is the craving of the center of us, but content enough again with the bargain we have made….trading battle and booty and banana splits for the experiences of unlimited expansiveness.

For a while.

That seems like an eternity from here.

But in sooth is but a blink of the non-existent eye.


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  2. And all I’ve got is “Thank You!!!”

    • Edger on April 26, 2009 at 8:37 pm

    …and see clearly, when we allow them to.

    Good one, Buhdy!

  3. thank you.

    to reciprocate…

    • dkmich on April 26, 2009 at 11:04 pm


    • Robyn on April 27, 2009 at 12:14 am

    Petals 4:

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    • RiaD on April 27, 2009 at 3:43 am


  4. nice to find a gem like this among the pain and evil, we contend with on a daily basis. thanks Buhdy for reminding me to blink.

  5. or as Jim Carrey would have said B-E-A-utiful

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