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Now, the dau, that idea, first bubble we be in, and the final thought we pay attention to, a-priori, is a popular phrase on the pundit trail, first any ever once, enfolding now, augmented mortal appropriation of the spirit dau, the truth in life, being. Thinking is reading my mind. You have the knack, read, wiser minds have left letters locked in glyphs of tradition, -flash k;ab;alla; wink blink image of the map this not terrain mortals trod, this is where Shakespeare and Browning smoke **** with me and Lady Wei, as seen from a smoky hut leaning on granite decomposing as I write, this came to the surface, as a we, reader/writer we may think in one mind, while doing in another, and becoming something else, in a third, but it does not stop there, I hear in my realm, Everest Pax, a child named in a happy state of mind, by my daughter, at whose marriage, I broke the rule, I made a pact, with my son-in-law using my own scruples, stretched to threads of finest wire, through holes but one photon wide, one bit serial thought, off set by a function forming matter in states where nothing has mattered, for a long, long time, then today - dao, kapow the link to how often I proclaimed, I, have always, and do now take the easy way, and that, they say, is cheating. Wu wu boo who wu wei is as water in our once crossed rivers, in the median, between the freeways… As I remarked early on this trek to find your name in the book of my life, knowing readers of this line, even, perhaps, hearers, some day, knowing tasted good, not knowing tastes evil as hell. You exist in the book of my life as a reoccuring character, who may be formed from early childhood scruple implants, Ossie Davis, look you in the eye, say Do the right thing. … which brings us, flop, stop, 2021 - three brothers jonesing screens- Evvy screaming, he is five, on no screen Sunday, a family tradition in its first iteration, set by the mother reinforced by the father, ignored by Grandpa who is doing a show with Lady Wei, on the experience of Yang His, who received a vision from Lady Wei, while Pine Valley high above the maddened crowd, I hear it said, His had that Habakkuk habit, wu wei, lady, did you lead me, write the vision, make it plain, or is this all just pretend, knowing is a given, one taste, concentrate okeh, we on wu wei now, read and watch, think and see, what if this was happening to me, and I have hyper-text such as no manuscript on earth ever had, no ink needed, no ashes of prayers in the tea, I used Pine Valley honey and flowers from a herm-kush take a l'taste, hear this, I think, I say say, have you ever used Dragon Naturally Speaking? On mute. If we think in Wade-Giles, and write in Pinyin, - we can pass any shibbolethic judges of twang and we got this Tuvan singer, from New York City, a place he never saw the glass harmonica can hold the high notes, and we can channel the blind throat singer to hold down the baser notes of life in soil creation, till the hard rows, right, sow the finest seed, available, by chance, legally blind, where I went into total last days, wait and see, here is here I presupposed wu wei, no intervention you came, now see, this is where I live when in my right mind. Now, I can make up my mind on matters of the wish, last wish from the magic golden carp in the castle mote, I caught a thought in Ape and Essence, and may have wished a bogus wish to live, among the words that I redeem worth my use -to form a more perfect union -with my own heart's desire to be the best I may imagine, given the tools fit for the perfectly happy, lazy old man, who giggles at the idea of pulling down imaginations that exalt themselves as institutes of authorized knowns. Scratch my ear. rethink, how Swedenbord did not doubt, that old dude, just kept dippin' n' scribblin angels who love to wrestle with scriptures gone pointy crown shape burr, itches, crave, yes, the wish of which, witches mix doubt is the art of balance between lines of several minds, redo, redone, redo, redone, soon, we laugh and walk away, lady Wei, and I leave His, making all this plain to the degree, of telling history, I thought this, so real, it seems still as real as any angel duty ever… Yang His says: Lady Wei, looks to me and said to me unspeakable things. This is confusion, she let me know with a single drop of black, ashes of talismans burned in vain, never, to my knowledge written in vain, think once a godly thought, as used to say, just now, think that as a practice, this is that exercise unto godliness. First, gnoshit, attain the Yang His state of cannabis-bliss. Or go on lying about what I think we know already, this is that earth, where happy people think happy thoughts and others find that maddening, and Lady Wei laughs with me, we know the traits we give to those who chose on any given day to put on a mind made from words alone, and listen. ----------------- author's note: Taoism: An Essential Guide by Eva Wong, these lines occur while listening to Chapter Four The Shang-ch’ing texts tell us that Yang Hsi received a vision from Lady Wei (who had become an immortal) and then “wrote” the scriptures under the influence of a cannabis-induced trance.
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:54 PM UTC
kenpepiton
Yang Hsi received a vision
Now, the dau, that idea, first bubble we be in, and the final thought we pay attention to, a-priori, is a popular phrase on the pundit trail, first any ever once, enfolding now, augmented mortal appropriation of the spirit dau, the truth in life, being. Thinking is reading my mind. You have the knack, read, wiser minds have left letters locked in glyphs of tradition, -flash k;ab;alla; wink blink image of the map this not terrain mortals trod, this is where Shakespeare and Browning smoke **** with me and Lady Wei, as seen from a smoky hut leaning on granite decomposing as I write, this came to the surface, as a we, reader/writer we may think in one mind, while doing in another, and becoming something else, in a third, but it does not stop there, I hear in my realm, Everest Pax, a child named in a happy state of mind, by my daughter, at whose marriage, I broke the rule, I made a pact, with my son-in-law using my own scruples, stretched to threads of finest wire, through holes but one photon wide, one bit serial thought, off set by a function forming matter in states where nothing has mattered, for a long, long time, then today - dao, kapow the link to how often I proclaimed, I, have always, and do now take the easy way, and that, they say, is cheating. Wu wu boo who wu wei is as water in our once crossed rivers, in the median, between the freeways… As I remarked early on this trek to find your name in the book of my life, knowing readers of this line, even, perhaps, hearers, some day, knowing tasted good, not knowing tastes evil as hell. You exist in the book of my life as a reoccuring character, who may be formed from early childhood scruple implants, Ossie Davis, look you in the eye, say Do the right thing. … which brings us, flop, stop, 2021 - three brothers jonesing screens- Evvy screaming, he is five, on no screen Sunday, a family tradition in its first iteration, set by the mother reinforced by the father, ignored by Grandpa who is doing a show with Lady Wei, on the experience of Yang His, who received a vision from Lady Wei, while Pine Valley high above the maddened crowd, I hear it said, His had that Habakkuk habit, wu wei, lady, did you lead me, write the vision, make it plain, or is this all just pretend, knowing is a given, one taste, concentrate okeh, we on wu wei now, read and watch, think and see, what if this was happening to me, and I have hyper-text such as no manuscript on earth ever had, no ink needed, no ashes of prayers in the tea, I used Pine Valley honey and flowers from a herm-kush take a l'taste, hear this, I think, I say say, have you ever used Dragon Naturally Speaking? On mute. If we think in Wade-Giles, and write in Pinyin, - we can pass any shibbolethic judges of twang and we got this Tuvan singer, from New York City, a place he never saw the glass harmonica can hold the high notes, and we can channel the blind throat singer to hold down the baser notes of life in soil creation, till the hard rows, right, sow the finest seed, available, by chance, legally blind, where I went into total last days, wait and see, here is here I presupposed wu wei, no intervention you came, now see, this is where I live when in my right mind. Now, I can make up my mind on matters of the wish, last wish from the magic golden carp in the castle mote, I caught a thought in Ape and Essence, and may have wished a bogus wish to live, among the words that I redeem worth my use -to form a more perfect union -with my own heart's desire to be the best I may imagine, given the tools fit for the perfectly happy, lazy old man, who giggles at the idea of pulling down imaginations that exalt themselves as institutes of authorized knowns. Scratch my ear. rethink, how Swedenbord did not doubt, that old dude, just kept dippin' n' scribblin angels who love to wrestle with scriptures gone pointy crown shape burr, itches, crave, yes, the wish of which, witches mix doubt is the art of balance between lines of several minds, redo, redone, redo, redone, soon, we laugh and walk away, lady Wei, and I leave His, making all this plain to the degree, of telling history, I thought this, so real, it seems still as real as any angel duty ever… Yang His says: Lady Wei, looks to me and said to me unspeakable things. This is confusion, she let me know with a single drop of black, ashes of talismans burned in vain, never, to my knowledge written in vain, think once a godly thought, as used to say, just now, think that as a practice, this is that exercise unto godliness. First, gnoshit, attain the Yang His state of cannabis-bliss. Or go on lying about what I think we know already, this is that earth, where happy people think happy thoughts and others find that maddening, and Lady Wei laughs with me, we know the traits we give to those who chose on any given day to put on a mind made from words alone, and listen. ----------------- author's note: Taoism: An Essential Guide by Eva Wong, these lines occur while listening to Chapter Four The Shang-ch’ing texts tell us that Yang Hsi received a vision from Lady Wei (who had become an immortal) and then “wrote” the scriptures under the influence of a cannabis-induced trance.
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Con fide ence cadence Semper fi, I the ego in the narrator making wu wei from around in to out a bit, this to that as we know we grew, we know we grow spontaneity- eh, next next next time not this time, mmmm ------------ in the body sense of other, this is the I they say ego is the enemy, love thy enemy, I say schwahng-dong- ting tang walla walla bing **** be the laugh and be the clown, fret not, this is that all at once upsidedowninsideout in a word we are wedom in the sense the wu wei wei we are making this up, not making this up we are shown as we were I once doing the efforting, wishing to become old and happy, all my prayers answered in enough and enough to share with no sorrow added as debt see me see me see you see me clever and proud of how fun the giggle is as song, comfort the feeble mind, it too is mine, let me rest in the joy of having this time as mine, in the global reality lit with power that powers this body using fingers to find letters to let words form from better ideas, bet. Put your money down, opposing forces, from within, we never were as those who fit the mould of a place native to us, our kind, not that kind, this kind, be kind, love, be loving think this is friendly, no aggressive faces made, no blush of rage, perhaps, yes, haps, here we pursued, but we ensued peace after passing all we include in me the body… and the mind that runs it and the mind that knows it, so from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, I accept is in state, in the body, I can say, I am in the body and I have magic, given as "black box" think what one can make given the means to fret not, not a bit o'worry brain, think up a storm find a way to fill the need, felt real, real empty, useless, in terms of the whole truth, really useless, what do I know, I know I lie about how happy I would be if next time you could sing wit'me. Who has a head empty of will to wonder if we can think we can can we think we can and be happy when we think we dodidonitdonit seem we may as well take a given grin and invest it in the hope, that someday your day gets, better to specs, regularly reset to random, wei, wu wei. We, me.
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Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
kenpepiton
Good as an act, gooding would be
Con fide ence cadence Semper fi, I the ego in the narrator making wu wei from around in to out a bit, this to that as we know we grew, we know we grow spontaneity- eh, next next next time not this time, mmmm ------------ in the body sense of other, this is the I they say ego is the enemy, love thy enemy, I say schwahng-dong- ting tang walla walla bing **** be the laugh and be the clown, fret not, this is that all at once upsidedowninsideout in a word we are wedom in the sense the wu wei wei we are making this up, not making this up we are shown as we were I once doing the efforting, wishing to become old and happy, all my prayers answered in enough and enough to share with no sorrow added as debt see me see me see you see me clever and proud of how fun the giggle is as song, comfort the feeble mind, it too is mine, let me rest in the joy of having this time as mine, in the global reality lit with power that powers this body using fingers to find letters to let words form from better ideas, bet. Put your money down, opposing forces, from within, we never were as those who fit the mould of a place native to us, our kind, not that kind, this kind, be kind, love, be loving think this is friendly, no aggressive faces made, no blush of rage, perhaps, yes, haps, here we pursued, but we ensued peace after passing all we include in me the body… and the mind that runs it and the mind that knows it, so from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, I accept is in state, in the body, I can say, I am in the body and I have magic, given as "black box" think what one can make given the means to fret not, not a bit o'worry brain, think up a storm find a way to fill the need, felt real, real empty, useless, in terms of the whole truth, really useless, what do I know, I know I lie about how happy I would be if next time you could sing wit'me. Who has a head empty of will to wonder if we can think we can can we think we can and be happy when we think we dodidonitdonit seem we may as well take a given grin and invest it in the hope, that someday your day gets, better to specs, regularly reset to random, wei, wu wei. We, me.
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