What Shapes Us

What shapes us are conditions that have arisen in our lives that effectively shape our perception of things, creating all angles of view, from hard left all the way through the vagaries in the middle to hard right, coupled with reliable genetics. Our countenance is oftentimes made hard, even mean. But beneath that might lay intense compassion and empathy, especially toward tribal and kindred victims of like damage, self inflicted or not, creating hope, though there is no clue that there may be something even better in the offing. Indeed, there's plenty of evidence to the contrary.

The Universe Inside

I was up before first light, first ensuring that the hallmark above my mind was secure, and it was. Deeply etched was the word Faith standing sentinal above my mind hole. Faith in myself and, if I stay three-treasures fit, complete faith in the Way. Corporial, I concentrated on my diaphram, that one can absorb the sutras, like speed reading. Samadal, sutral, mindful concentration, feet first, then floating slowly upward through my bones, muscles, gelatanous pipes and cables. Anatomical identification scores the rising scan of my body. I realized that my sentience was the mudroom into the house of craving. I, too, understood that the wonder of my body coalesced, not into the hard and soft hardware and software within, but into point where there is singularity, like your God Almighty. The point at which I'm free to extrapolate the magic of my joint and several body outward into the dark holes of space, absorbing the sutras and dharma abstractly and curved light without reading a word. But, you can't cheat at this, so there's much to be done. I'm reminded that I still have time to do it, but just barely.

Michael Brecker Quartet🔝🔝 Terrassa Jazz Festival 1999 Part 1

There's no chickenshit bullshit nonsense on my fone, goddammit!

Iced Nandina