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 Reflections on Defilement 
#3886042 - 03/08/05 03:43 AM (19 years, 1 month ago) |
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One morning a young Zen monk
Arose from his morning meditation
To contemplate simple wisdom
The flowing change of present suchness
As he sat upon a rock
A low gray stone covered with moss
A warm breeze shifted through the trees
A dancing banshee woman appeared
The monk sat firm in contemplation
His mind entertaining hope nor fear
Observed the dance of the banshee woman
As he watched, her dance came near
She said I am a dancing banshee goddess
Why do you sit in solitude
Why young monk is your mind so quiet
While in the village celebration abounds
The monk his mind remaining peaceful
Said earth and water and sun and sky
They are the only celebration of life
Why not sit and observe their gesture
And as he sat a thunderbolt struck
and shook the earth , sea, and sky
And smote the rock where the young monk sat
The banshee woman dances closer
Young monk asked "why did you do that"?
Woman yelled "this will not suit me"!
"You must not sit alone in peace !
"There is work to do , you must serve me!
" I am the goddess of all dreams "
" Of all beauty and all great wealth "
" All men love me wish just to touch me "
" All woman live in my sensual shadow "
The young monk shivered at this prospect
The sky turned gray dark with smoke
The banshee woman striped her cloak off
Danced naked and caressed her body
She stroked her body like a skilled musician
Tuning and playing a glorious symphony
Moving her hands across her breasts
Caressing her thighs her vulva and navel
Now the monk shuddered
Fear and hope engulfing his mind
His body turned ridged sweaty and hot
Between his legs his genitals swelled
Now the woman with unbridled power
Said to the monk " your spirit is mine "!
From out of the monks genital organ
A painful explosion of pure white nectar
The banshee woman collected the nectar
disappeared in a blinding flash of red light
The monk lay there sick exhausted near death
The once peaceful wilderness screamed hateful tyranny
For many days and many nights
The monk wept bitter tears of sorrow
Dreamt violent dreams of pain and suffering
The woman's voice echoed " you must join the hunt"
The monk then fled for a cave in the mountains
But the woman followed in all of his dreams
His genital organ swelled and throbbed painfully
The white element nectar continued to leak
So the monk roamed the country in search of a maiden
A sweet geisha girl to help and console him
But when he looked into each womans heart
The banshee woman he found there dancing her dance
" She has woven net " he thought to himself
" Using every woman as thread , or as junction "'
" And tying their minds with fickle confusion "
" Sealing the blindness with fear and with hope "
So the suffering monk gaining in age
Went into the village to see of the slaughter
Saw all of the villagers preparing to hunt
To kill all the sorrowful weak in the land
The monk looked in horror as the men in their lust
Took part in the rape and destruction of nature
while the women in their fashionable playing of love
Like a card game wrought hate and confusion through out
The monk sick with revulsion
Took leave of the city
To sit in the woods
And contemplate pity
Now as the monk crossed from the borders of town
He saw a young nun , robes tattered and crying
And as he approached her he asked with a frown
You know of the slaughter in the prosperous town
She said " alone I was sitting deep deep in the forest "
" Feeding all the small birds and smelling the flowers "
" When a huge demon god atop of a stallion "
" Approached me and told me to bear him his child "
" He took me and tore the cloths from my body "
" Violated my genital organ with his "
" Pushed into me nectar so hot and so white "
' Ripped from me a child and then he did vanish "
Then the monk and the nun turned away from each other
Each one standing alone, wept fierce tears of blood
The crowd then gathered round, in a blind angry circle
Prepared for the slaughter on that cold winters night...
This chilling poem is a reflection of my own inner retinue of personified wisdom. Each character , the monk, the banshee, the nun , the demon , and even the general town population, are all parts of my own dysfunctional personality.
This vision occurred to me one night when I was feeling lonely and depressed , longing for love and understanding , my mind filling with thoughts of suicide. This transcendental experience was the gesture of the union of method and wisdom ,Maha Mudra. The realization this poem brought gave me strength.
With in the ballad , the god and goddess are the same being , appearing in different forms. Both were illusions , and as such took power from each of their victims so that they may become real. The collective defilements of the human realm appeared to the monk and took his vital essence and used it to fertilize the nun. Then a child was born and taken away from the nun to serve the collective delusions of the common people. These delusions are the ignorance that destroys the realization of the perfect harmony of mind and body, and gives rise to greed and hatred. It is this destructive process that is one of the greatest mysteries encountered by human wisdom. The indistinguishable suffering caused by ignorant greed and hatred is at the root of all human cruelty and warfare. It is a reality that cannot be fathomed by mere intellect, but must be experienced by the heart. 
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All you need is Love! Really thats it! Infinite Unconditional Love! Just develop that and all else will fall into place perfectly!
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 Re: Reflections on Defilement [Re: egghead1]
#3886059 - 03/08/05 03:56 AM (19 years, 1 month ago) |
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Your poem is a most welcome interlude of lucidity in this otherwise circumspect world.
I find solace in your ideas, and the form you have chosen to give them, and agree completely that all "evil" is born from ignorance of "good". In a very real way Love (in a more Shakespearean/Platonic way) is the highest of all goods, and so your conception of reality is pleasing.
Thank you for your thoughtful posting! 
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We ultimately live in a fractal universe, all parts reflect the infinity of the whole. So why do we maintain that time be any different?
Welcome to 4 my dimensional thoughts!
(Turkish Delight is neither Turkish, nor delightful. So where's the name from?!)
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Re: Reflections on Defilement [Re: PsilocinSam]
#3886189 - 03/08/05 05:42 AM (19 years, 1 month ago) |
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Thank you, im glad you enjoyed it
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All you need is Love! Really thats it! Infinite Unconditional Love! Just develop that and all else will fall into place perfectly!
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