Aesop's Fables

                              I awoke to myself reciting a line from this morning's Efforts .   The Universe-----again .

              Some time ago the thought 'arrived' that I could harness the I Ching to Aesop in order to produce a text that would supply adult readers with the ancient Chinese Wisdom [and its Bounty], so they could 'get' Something from Aesop's "Bottom Lines" .   One of Aesop's  (pronounced E-SOW) stories would be followed by an I Ching (pronounced "Yee Jing")  Commentary that would locate the Position of the Story as one of the I Ching's  64 Hexagrams .   

               At first I thought >>> WHAT A GREAT FUCKING IDEA--- but it didn't take long for "Daunt" to arrive as well .   Who (the fuck) has even HEARD of the I Ching let alone read its Contents ?  

               My "Modern Novels" Professor and Chairman of the U.Conn. English Department, Dr. Moynahan,,  `told` me my shit was good enough but that I had-ta "create" my own Audience .  Dr. Ken Ring, my Psychology Professor `told` me that it was the job of Modern Writers to >adjust< the ancient stories in order to make them  Relevant to contemporary readers .   

               I mean with such a laudable Aim, what could possibly go rwong* ??

               

Sidewalk Gawk

                             It's taken some Time to realize {Real Eyes} that the Property I maintain CAN be a  Form  {Manifestation}  of,  what  I  will  label,   a  'Sidewalk  Ministry' .    Recall  the 1st Definition of Zen =  "A Special Transmission outside the Scriptures, with no Dependence on Words or Letters" .   Here it is where the Experience of Zen can be actualized by mere Gazing [ in this instance, on the gardens, and areas I have 'brought in' from the Emerald Beyond ] .

            Know this about 'Temple Life' ::  When-ever you have "free" Time, otherwise recorded as, "Luxury Time" in Buddhism, you are EXPECTED to use that Time to enhance the Beauty of the Temple and its Grounds .    So it is with me .   These Grounds are TEMPLE Grounds, and as such, are Sacred .   Any Activity performed and/or conducted on the Grounds, whether it is maintenance or creative,,  is a manifestation of Love, properly identified as Devotion .    I believe it is singular to me, that I want these Grounds to be as Beautiful as I can get them in order to entice the Celestial Beings to Visit and bestow Their Blessings upon me and my Effort.  I am selfish -- Believe it .

            

"... a good day to TRY !"

                              "I just flew in from L.A, and BOY are my arms tired."

             The Eminent Kung Fu Master revealed, "When the Heart overflows with Love, then there is Poetry ~~~~ then there is Music."

              These days have passed like no others~~~~~~ .   The Air has been sweet with Honeysuckle, and crystal clear, as in the Dead of Winter .   Spring Colors burst in explosive bombardment, greens everywhere in Jungle-Running Thickness, and TRUE Ocean Depth .   

               After 15 million inauthentic dazes, I was finally able to 'put-together' a Garden for Saint Francis beneath a North American Red Cedar that also has,, as it's lead-up-walk-to,, a Cross made from tiles that were scattered about the property, and which, initially, I had NO Clue as to their application .  I placed the tiles on ancient, black, over-sized shingles I found at the side of the road .   The lead-up is soft yet STUNNING  and rings Heart Bells as Truth .   From some movie somewhere, "Some days,, the Magic Works."

               

             

Mr. Oxy Moron

                              I've never heard of  "Half Tilt*",,,  have you ?   I SUPPOSE      ' running FULL TILT '  means   you are like the ball in a pinball machine, acting all qrayzee* and shit, "bouncing off the walls" as it were, trust me when I tell you I am NOT "bouncing off the walls" when I perform the tasks at hand !!!  I mean if a SNAIL could "bounce off the walls" then put me in on THAT .  Hmmmm  Snail Power, they don't call me  Oxy  Moron* for nothin' .

              I have yet to refine the so-called "Essences of Old Age"......... I mean,,,,  there's THAT .

              I personally find it BIZARRE, that I must Plan everything from getting to a seated position,, to planning HOW to raise myself WITHOUT the SCREAM-OF-PAIN from my spinal erectors and mid-thoracic webs .   This ain't just "Once a day", it's EVERY FUCKING TIME .  

              There's an old gag from "The Ed Sullivan Show" .   A guy is in with his Doc.  He complains, "It hurts when I do this".  The doc snaps back, "Well DON'T DO THAT !"  

              Ba dup bum .

               

Miss Poke

                             How's this (?) :   `As a writer I sentence myself to sentencing` .   Is that stupit ?   I had to twist and bend >sentencing< for the gag to work .   I was searching for the elusive "First Sentence" that starts the Creative Engine which powers  text production .   I mean I HAD the topic :  ~~ No one prepared me for Old Age ~~  not  something  you're gonna find in a HS textbook or college Manual-On-Life .   My own version of "The Manual for Life" finds itself in this :  `How To Watch TV` .  Bizarre ?  I thought so too .

            I had to retire to the bedroom chamber at 7:30 last evening---even the Qittens were surprised, they asked, "Papa, what the fuck is RWONG with you ???"  I answered, I'm a "Crispy Critter".  I'm BURNT, and I can't keep my eyes open .   They had no response . 

            I've been going "Full Tilt" which make absolutely NO Sense, since when you're "banging them pleasure machines" and you are too 'flipper' aggressive the "TILT" appears and it's "Game Over".  Well that DIDN'T happen .   I bought a Special Dose/Blend of THC that is Aggressively Sublime, meaning, it supplies an Energy that supports your Will to such a degree that you FEEL that you are SUPER-Human >>>Operational<<< .  Thing is, there's a Price to Pay .   I'm paying it today .

            

             

            

Apollo Pi

                              The Universe has been sending me Answers to questions I asked Seasons ago .   The Info is arriving at an alarming rate .   'Stand-alone' Info has relative Value because it lacks MEANING .   Once Meaning has been established THEN that Info is transformed into Knowledge but even Knowledge has its shortcomings with regard to APPLICATION, i.e., what the fuck do you DO with It ????

            NASA Engineers are seated at a conference table, the Mission Control Manager dumps a box of Filtration items onto the table and furies , "MAKE ME A CO2 SCRUBBER!" .   THAT'S where  I  am "at"---having all the Items for a BYG* Something but NOT the Condition for Execution .

             I know what I'm doing but I can't get it done .   "Uhhh Houston ?  We have a Problem".

No Brain, No Gain

                             It's not exactly the Writing Season, but I have been waiting for a 'first sentence' to arrive so that I can alleviate some Guilt .   Well, the ''first sentence DID arrive an it is this :  Writing requires {DEMANDS} Inspiration, Motivation, Focus and, most of all, Commitment .    You quidz* KNOW I'm lazy so THAT'S a Problem .   I wait around to be SUPER Inspired [where Spirit is INSIDE Inspiration] so that  I  write  my  BEST  stuff {relative to the reader of course} and NOT the B- C+ shit that passes as Effort .   

             Despite a GRUELING {for me} outdoor Pace, I have awakened at 2 for the past few nights .   I know what it means = it's the Same as the headaches I receive piggy-backed upon Universal Message .   Yet,,, given the choice between putting my thoughts up and onto the screen, and getting outdoors to experience the Sounds + Fragrances of Early Summer Beauty ~~~ it's sorta a "No Brainer".   

             Still, I carry the Load of Good Intention, rather, I DRAAAAAAAAAG Good Intention around wherever each task awaits and Thoughts DO 'get marshaled' into a deadpan conglomerate that resembles a draft .   Drafts are like skeletons that need flesh, blood, muscle and FAT {of all things} to make the Topic presentable .   I struggle to make descriptions and explanations because they alone do NOT offer Resolution , a something which needs INSIGHT to make Relevant >>> Truth as Secret :   otherwise 'it' is nothing more than "Penetrating Insight into the OBVIOUS"  which surely comports to >>>deliberative balderdash <<< .