String Around the Spiritual Finger

(10 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

If you are expecting anything normal, please skip to the next essay … oh wait, this is Docudharma, scourge of the intertron!


String Around the Spiritual Finger

If compassion were

a person standing before me

or an animal, a tree,

or a chair or even a computer

or an I-pod,

I would bow before her, him, it

with some real confidence.


So write something

to effect you are not pure

but covered with slung shit,

encrusted, all sorts of gross images

till it can be seen, felt,

smelt, tasted, heard.


Then a shift of vision

to the lotus which grows

from that very exact same shit

and the vision I had a thousand

lifetimes ago about being

mired in that vile manure but

of my own free will

looking directly up at the

White Tara deity,

embodiment of compassion

from that foul pool

of obscuration and hopelessness,

and willingly feeling

I was contributing

to that compassion,


looking miraculously

upward, it was

no different than

standing in midtown

or wall street

walking down the street

never even thinking to

look up and then

you look up

and everything is

entirely different,

your view has


a crazy thing!

so understand

and remember:


to Tara is

homage to


1/22/09 – I didn’t have anything to blog about, but I wanted to drop in and make my dharmaniac mark for this is what I’m up to lately and what’s on me mind


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    • TMC on November 22, 2009 at 22:44

    I’m still trying to determine what that even means

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    • Robyn on November 23, 2009 at 01:31

    And Hágoónee.

    • Heather on November 23, 2009 at 02:28

    I see specks and floaters. 🙂

    I’m glad this is the place you lay down markers.

    Carry on.

  3. I’m attracted to them when they are still wet; that’s when I see all their fabulous colors. After they dry, they lose their lustre. I wonder how I was attracted to them in the first place? Was I seeing things?

    However, I am confident that what I saw was real, but nothing can match the initial discovery. Even when I take them home at put them in my glass vase with water , they still don’t have quite the initial attraction.

    • Alma on November 23, 2009 at 03:15

    shit but it makes a great fertilizer.  😉


  4. For you, from my garden just before sunset today.

    Sometimes I see her & sometimes she does not beckon.

    Then when I`m enjoying a strawberry (they ripen one at a time for some reason), or tasting the garden cabbage, there she is, as if by chance.


  5. Thanks for this survival manual for the shit-encrusted and spiritually diseased.

  6. who live in your mind get riled up easily just when you think there gone they use your senses to wreck your loving kindness. NY must really set them off. I keep reminding myself I’m not the crazy monkey’s but then I think I made them their mine. Watching them from afar is best but I haven’t quite got there yet. I must on some level feel compassion for them.      

    • robodd on November 23, 2009 at 08:30
  7. Cauchy!

  8. glad you stopped in. Hope you have a nice holiday.


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