Paradox

I don’t want to feel this way

Yet I do

I don’t want to feel frail and weak, 

unattractive and isolated…

Yet I do

I try to numb the numbness, 

quell the anxious thoughts, and stop the pain

I feel trapped in this body and mind of frailty,

isolation, numbness, pain and anxiety…

Yet I do

Is it me or is it this body and mind on their journey?

Wanting to be heard from the me-less-me?

Who is witnessing the witness and the witness of the witness?

No substantial me

Just a ghost, smoke and mirrors

A residual manifestation of thoughts and conceptual solidity 

dust in the wind…

Why do I want this apparition?

Yet I do

Who is the I that wants?

Whirling with pleasant and unpleasant sensations?

Yet the sense-I sees and feels all of me without a label or judgement 

Do I really need anything more?

Yet I do

Paradox

Capitalism is an Illusion.

Capitalism is an illusion. Perfect capitalism is a perfect illusion. Humans are the problem with capitalism. Greed, avarice, control, power, despotism and all the “deadly sins” are manifested and magnified through the illusion that human beings are little more than narcissists masquerading as actual feeling, sentient beings.

There is no accountability in capitalism perfect or imperfect. As long as power and wealth is concentrated and directed towards a few controlling interests; and in return directed against everyone else, accountability or social responsibility is negated and rendered impotent. Those with the gold rule.

The religious proponents of unfettered capitalism in the US are laughable because no major religion on the earth encourages capitalistic behavior that is Darwinian at its core – survival of the fittest. Humans have the capacity to move beyond such primitive, anachronistic, savage, and narcissistic behavior. Cooperation, compassion, brotherly and sisterly love, genuine concern for others beyond one’s profit margins are all the “better angels” of human behavior.

Corporations and governments for that matter, are little more than sepulchers of amoral (at best), generally immoral (yet shrouded in legality), deadened narcissists that are using a golem of dollars and cents to wreak havoc and keep people in fear with debt, loss of income, government control scenarios and the like.

It is amazing that “We the People” are the government, that elects its representatives – illusion of representation – and we have been told to fear and loathe that to which we are inextricably connected. The ultimate self loathing scenario.

Yet we have been told through artful propaganda that corporations, capitalism and the so-called “free market” are preferable to “ The People” and their government; while the “The People” at large have no say or participatory representation within the boardrooms that rule society at large. This seems more fascist than democratic :

“Fascism, …comprises a radical and authoritarian nationalist political ideology[1][2][3][4] and a corporatist economic ideology developed in Italy.[5] Fascists believe that nations and/or races are in perpetual conflict whereby only the strong can survive by being healthy, vital, and by asserting themselves in conflict against the weak.[6 ]” http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fascism

Money rules all and people are always left dead and dying in its wake.

“In a free market, businesses succeed and fail on the basis of their ideas, on their merit in creating value for society. This is determined by the free and voluntary activity of individuals who exchange with others- again, on the basis of what improves and adds value to their lives. In this model, businesses that don’t create value for others… fail.” http://blog.riseofreason.com/capitalism-a-love-story-close-but-no-cigar/633/

We are told and lies are spun to create value within the minds of those others that capitalists are creating. Values that do harm to the very individuals espousing them. More illusion, smoke and mirrors. There is little merit in economic models that imposes its creation of value and values for society at large, that by definition exclude, detract, do harm and promote violent anti-human behavior for those that cannot comply or will not comply to its will.

There is little free or voluntary individual activity expressed or encouraged in corporate economical models or capitalistic. Most ideas that are spawned in the capitalistic model are all contingent upon self preservation and profit with little regard for anyone or anything in its way or wake.

Look at the healthcare system where thousands of people die each day due to no healthcare; not to mention the military industrial complex and its lethal spawn. We have been told that healthcare is a privilege not a basic human right; and that the security of our own self interests negate any and all other considerations to the contrary. Justified genocide and torture.

The nebulous idea of perfect capitalism is pretty much like going to heaven: no one knows for sure; it does not and cannot exist in this world; it only benefits the believers, and sooner or later everyone that holds to this model will die believing it and will take thousands with them to the grave.

response to: http://blog.riseofreason.com/capitalism-a-love-story-close-but-no-cigar/633/

Sitting with Samsara

Sitting with Samsara
watching waves go by.
Illusion and fantasy follow rivulets and eddies
that disappear as the current
carries the dream remnants
to the great ocean of forgetting

Samsara beckons me to join her babbling waters
voices calling me to leave
the pool where I sit.
The journey of the stream is so enticing
But when I bow to quench my thirst
My mouth is dry and wanting.

Samsara, maiden of mist and smoke
You promise your heart
yet spurn your lovers
as they fawn over you.
Your cruel intentions are veiled
with sweet lies.

Love is not in you Samsara,
Your capacity for intimacy
is shadowed by your ego.
No place for any other in your bed
Yet you bed all
with your siren call.

Samsara, you rise to slip into your element
And motion me to follow
Your desires drip like honey
Sweet without sustenance.
I am enticed, yet,
My desire is elsewhere.

Samsara my heart has found the Other
The One that sits quietly inside me
waiting for my attention.
I feel the Presence of ancient arms
Embracing and holding me
Enfolding me in crystal luminescence.

No attachment
No thought
No path
No dream
No suffering
No Samsara

Hello world!

Beginnings of the mad mutterings in the continuum life and death as defined by the indefinite delusions of this existence. Laying to rest the notion of certainty, solidity, and solemnity in the swirl of passionate musings out from absurdity of surety and correctness. Thoughts move and bend and restructure, to reconstitute into more pointless points of view. Lights like lightning flashing, divine flashbulbs of primordial wisdom that has no beginning no end…ill defined, and much maligned by the darkness that knows it not. We sons and daughters, yin and yang, blown through karmic craziness, dust, cosmic dust in the great desert within the oasis of timeless, motionless, crystalline joy. No sorrow, no happiness, no today, no tomorrow. No now.