One has to sing the song of nonentity using one’s meagre body as an instrument.
One’s self has to be entirely absorbed.
You will never be able to understand jog.
What is the use of asking for it?
Child, listen, spirit has made an abode in this body of dust.
Spirit is in everything as a thread through beads; it is in the breath of life of the living….
Spirit permeates everything as blood runs through the bodies of women and men.
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Cleaning my desk this afternoon, while you-tubing to The Nature of Consciousness by Alan Watts. Beautiful. It's a bit like running across youtube footage of the Hindenburg's explosion: how has my life not yet intersected with this crucial historical document?
Anyway, in the bottom of a drawer, I found a notebook with the above written on the last page.
I was writing, or trying to write, an article about nothingness last week. I'm not really ready to be writing about nothingness. This and AW might have helped a bit.
I don’t remember when or why I wrote this in the notebook, or where I read it. Google doesn’t help. But it feels a little like the HYP.
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