I must confess that Alan watts gets to the marrow of life, at least this morning he got into my marrow when i read the following:
“Tao was always nameless…
Inasmuch as names are given, one should also know where to stop.
Knowing where to stop one can become imperishable.
This “knowing where to stop” is more generally called wu-wei, a term whose literal meaning is nonaction or noninterference, but which must more correctly be understood as not acting in conflict with the tao, theway or course of nature. It is therefore against the tao to try, exhausively, to pin it’s unceasing transformations of names, because this will make it appear that the structure of nature is the same as the structure of language: that it is a multitude of changing relations. because it is the latter, there is actually no way of standing outside nature as to interfere with it. The organism of man does not confront the world but is in the world. – Alan Watts, the ways of liberation.”
Downtown Pulaaki >by Sam fLOT>>Finished again I tellya>Surfed and guttered >In the way a deed is suffered>Alone and sad naturally>As a resulting force>Forget the fall they’ve left>they will not fallow>Fill up the van, drop off the dogs>Live it up and do what you want>Within reason>>Dropping drips is recommended>but not necessary>For tunes and fame spotlessly inane>figuring her frame>seeking her name>>When did it start raining?>Like you don’t know>>Flophouses get wet>God is in there>He stays dry>But, sometimes, he gets wet>I think he understands>‘Cause he’s been to Pulaski before>>It’s all part of the show>Get what you give, I say>(I’m typing to myself again)>I’m my own best audience and damn>this is good!>>Stack it up again>Knock it down>that’s the best part>Finished again in>Downtown Pulaski>>I’ll be back some day and it won’t be raining>>The sun will be my blessing as I cross eastward into West Virgina>Hapless and departed>Outdated and flippant>Unsociable and uncaring>Folowing in the footsteps of my drunken Uncles >and >my God-fearing Aunts>>I’m swearing to God as I praise the spirits and take a big pull on the bottle>>Who’s turn is it to pick the tunes?>It’s time we get the hell out of >Downtown Pulaski>{***~~~+++OOOOOOO+++~~~***
fwd lookin investments, and what to the who what?>Umm, well thankyou for leaving those werds with me, i will cherish them, me second posting/reply.>hey Sam flot – thanks. >>acrillic