Doesn't Jesus say that the world is not worthy of one who finds himself? Saying 111b, The Gospel of Thomas.
When you know who you are, the human-created society of socio-political games cannot contain you. You move beyond all bounds, outside all camps, able to warm yourself at every campfire but attached to none. You are the Tao taoing, God godding, the Buddha on his buddha cycle.
You are the gleam in a lover's eye, the irruptive laughter of a joyous child, the silent unfolding of an unseen flower. The world is lint within your navel, monkey piss on Buddha's finger, left-over news on the press room floor.
Gate, gate, paragate. Gone! Gone! Gone beyond!
When you know who you are, the human-created society of socio-political games cannot contain you. You move beyond all bounds, outside all camps, able to warm yourself at every campfire but attached to none. You are the Tao taoing, God godding, the Buddha on his buddha cycle.
You are the gleam in a lover's eye, the irruptive laughter of a joyous child, the silent unfolding of an unseen flower. The world is lint within your navel, monkey piss on Buddha's finger, left-over news on the press room floor.
Gate, gate, paragate. Gone! Gone! Gone beyond!
For those to whom the monkey piss reference is not known, see here: http://mysite.pratt.edu/~morourke/dda514/stories/MonkeyKingBuddha.2.htm
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