Moksha: It Was Hid So Carefully

Chattering finch and water-fly

Are not merrier than I

Here among the flowers I lie

Laughing everlastingly

No: I may not tell the best

Surely, friends, I could have guessed

Death was but the good king’s jest

It was hid so carefully

— G.K. Chesterton


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    • Edger on April 26, 2010 at 14:00

    What? Me?

    “There is no need to leave the house. Stay at your table and listen. Don’t even listen, just wait. Don’t even wait, be completely quiet and alone. The world will offer itself to you to be unmasked, it can’t do otherwise, in raptures it will writhe before you.”

    — Franz Kafka

  1. …it is the rich, fetile, empty, fecund potentiality of everything.

    turn off your mind relax and float downstream

    itr is not dying it is not dying


  2. Close the door to darkness

    See by the light of stars

    Awake to signs of ignorance

    Awake to cries for wars

  3. through squishy balls in our head and eat and drink the frosting on the surface of the earth. And then we reproduce to do it again to do it again. I guess this is really what we do for a living.  


    • Arctor on April 28, 2010 at 01:34

    —William Butler Yeats…

    Oh, and yes, thanks so much for this interlude Edger!

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