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"content": "If you like something, gatekeep it.",
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"content": "<a class=\"u-url mention\" href=\"https://www.minds.com/lo_ping\" target=\"_blank\">@lo_ping</a> Hi there, fellow gay! Can I interest you in some Roman space wolf daddy?",
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"content": "@lo_ping Hi there, fellow gay! Can I interest you in some Roman space wolf daddy?",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto XII<br />Another Sunday. Wet stone and grey sky<br />Separated by a slow shower. The snow has parted<br />For good, I think. The warm air<br />Is soft, coming off the silent Ohio<br />With the attitude of a premature zephyr.<br /><br />The trees are still bare. As they sway with the seductive air,<br />I wonder if they shall bloom again<br />Like Aaron's rod in the desert. Will they bear<br />Fresh blooms and fruit? Or will spring reject us,<br />Denying the soul its watery rebirth?<br /><br />After a winter which concluded<br />A year and a decade of burning<br />Will spring and summer run their course<br />To grant the soul a purer incarnation,<br />To let it climb the second stair<br /><br />And hear the voice of her who wears the sea for a cloak?<br />Or even hear the voice of him who tasted despair<br />On a sponge as he hung in the dry, fetid air?<br />I sit beneath an ancient oak, wind whipping at my hair,<br />And I hear the sound of ever-calm Ohio in my ear.<br /><br />Another Sunday. Time flies onward fastest<br />When doing nothing. When an attempt is made<br />To transmit thought, to give it form,<br />To leave a record in paper, Time gets lost<br />And I am left with the things I fear the most,<br /><br />My thoughts. My hands reach out to grab them<br />And are burnt, the skin already melted off.<br />To grapple with thoughts is to let them play out,<br />The part which burns. If one thought should arise<br />Then soon a million play out<br /><br />And I must only wait<br />And breathe until they all<br />Have gone, and my mind shall be clear again.<br />To grapple with thoughts is to let them play out.<br />To let them play out is to burn again.<br /><br />But when the embers of the final thought<br />Have been extinguished, and the heap of processes<br />That constitute the mind and body<br />Cease whirring, then the rock is split<br />And water from the Word replaces the self.",
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"published": "2021-03-01T05:39:05+00:00",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto XII\nAnother Sunday. Wet stone and grey sky\nSeparated by a slow shower. The snow has parted\nFor good, I think. The warm air\nIs soft, coming off the silent Ohio\nWith the attitude of a premature zephyr.\n\nThe trees are still bare. As they sway with the seductive air,\nI wonder if they shall bloom again\nLike Aaron's rod in the desert. Will they bear\nFresh blooms and fruit? Or will spring reject us,\nDenying the soul its watery rebirth?\n\nAfter a winter which concluded\nA year and a decade of burning\nWill spring and summer run their course\nTo grant the soul a purer incarnation,\nTo let it climb the second stair\n\nAnd hear the voice of her who wears the sea for a cloak?\nOr even hear the voice of him who tasted despair\nOn a sponge as he hung in the dry, fetid air?\nI sit beneath an ancient oak, wind whipping at my hair,\nAnd I hear the sound of ever-calm Ohio in my ear.\n\nAnother Sunday. Time flies onward fastest\nWhen doing nothing. When an attempt is made\nTo transmit thought, to give it form,\nTo leave a record in paper, Time gets lost\nAnd I am left with the things I fear the most,\n\nMy thoughts. My hands reach out to grab them\nAnd are burnt, the skin already melted off.\nTo grapple with thoughts is to let them play out,\nThe part which burns. If one thought should arise\nThen soon a million play out\n\nAnd I must only wait\nAnd breathe until they all\nHave gone, and my mind shall be clear again.\nTo grapple with thoughts is to let them play out.\nTo let them play out is to burn again.\n\nBut when the embers of the final thought\nHave been extinguished, and the heap of processes\nThat constitute the mind and body\nCease whirring, then the rock is split\nAnd water from the Word replaces the self.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto XI<br />I do not give much consideration<br />(Usually)<br />To the nature of water. It is found<br />Everywhere and yet without it<br />Nothing can flourish.<br /><br />Without water<br />There is only fire<br />Burning and blinding<br />The only sound<br />The crackle of flames<br /><br />Gnawing at bone.<br />Each day I wake up burning.<br />My head and hands are pierced<br />With a scorching numbness:<br />Lust, shame, the feelings of adulteration.<br /><br />Lady in blue, whose form reflects<br />The soundless Word in the boundless ocean<br />And the boundless Love contained in the soundless Word,<br />Can Love quench fire with Water from the Word?<br />She does not speak<br /><br />But only gazes out upon the ocean,<br />Her breath rising and falling with the billows.<br />Her blue robes flutter silently. I feel my chest<br />And run along the ashen flesh<br />My charred hand.<br /><br />I think back to the time I first felt fire,<br />When youth and igorance were mine,<br />And I felt favored by a boy whose lips<br />Were smooth and whose hair<br />Tumbled in golden streams from his head.<br /><br />Those were days before I felt<br />The knowledge of burning awaken in me,<br />Before I felt myself burning,<br />Before I turned from water to fire,<br />Before I felt this thirst.<br /><br />Yet if I felt fire<br />Before I felt its burning,<br />Am I really a burned man<br />Or am I burning only<br />With further delusion?",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto XI\nI do not give much consideration\n(Usually)\nTo the nature of water. It is found\nEverywhere and yet without it\nNothing can flourish.\n\nWithout water\nThere is only fire\nBurning and blinding\nThe only sound\nThe crackle of flames\n\nGnawing at bone.\nEach day I wake up burning.\nMy head and hands are pierced\nWith a scorching numbness:\nLust, shame, the feelings of adulteration.\n\nLady in blue, whose form reflects\nThe soundless Word in the boundless ocean\nAnd the boundless Love contained in the soundless Word,\nCan Love quench fire with Water from the Word?\nShe does not speak\n\nBut only gazes out upon the ocean,\nHer breath rising and falling with the billows.\nHer blue robes flutter silently. I feel my chest\nAnd run along the ashen flesh\nMy charred hand.\n\nI think back to the time I first felt fire,\nWhen youth and igorance were mine,\nAnd I felt favored by a boy whose lips\nWere smooth and whose hair\nTumbled in golden streams from his head.\n\nThose were days before I felt\nThe knowledge of burning awaken in me,\nBefore I felt myself burning,\nBefore I turned from water to fire,\nBefore I felt this thirst.\n\nYet if I felt fire\nBefore I felt its burning,\nAm I really a burned man\nOr am I burning only\nWith further delusion?",
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"content": "Apologies for the lack of posting the cantos here over the past few days. I've been struggling to write and balance my other duties. I hope you're enjoying these poems, whoever you are. :-)",
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"published": "2021-02-27T06:01:23+00:00",
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"content": "Apologies for the lack of posting the cantos here over the past few days. I've been struggling to write and balance my other duties. I hope you're enjoying these poems, whoever you are. :-)",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto X<br /><br />The burned man feels the mark on his forehead,<br />Engraved there last week<br />In the hope that it will summon<br />Water from the rock<br />To wipe away the ash<br /><br />In the hope of cleaning the inmost<br />And quenching the fire permanently<br />That sets body and mind aflame<br />And consumes the skin, cooking<br />To false perfection the flesh and psyche.<br /><br />Who devised this fire? What flame arose<br />From nothingness, with a will to scorch<br />And infect with its burning<br />All the faculties? Who first conjured fire<br />From the void?<br /><br />Where does fire originate? The marriage-bed,<br />The bed of youth, or in dreams,<br />Where thought is unrestrained<br />And all the repression of body<br />Is trampled underfoot?<br /><br />Is fire born within the body? Is the seed<br />Of the body and mind's leprosy contained<br />In those things? And why does fire burn<br />If the body is disposed to become a candle,<br />The mind a wick? Isn't it good<br /><br />To burn and be burnt? It's for one's health,<br />They say, to let yourself be burnt!<br />A candle can be lit again and again<br />(Spoken amid an array of stubs<br />And blackened, crumbling wicks).<br /><br />But in my head I still feel<br />Burning, burning, burning, burning,<br />And in my eyes I behold<br />A dry bank with no water<br />Soundless and dead.<br /><br />Lady in blue,<br />Standing over the rolling oceans,<br />I am not worthy to approach your son<br />Or hear from him the Word. Pray for me.<br />Water from rock.",
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"published": "2021-02-27T06:00:36+00:00",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto X\n\nThe burned man feels the mark on his forehead,\nEngraved there last week\nIn the hope that it will summon\nWater from the rock\nTo wipe away the ash\n\nIn the hope of cleaning the inmost\nAnd quenching the fire permanently\nThat sets body and mind aflame\nAnd consumes the skin, cooking\nTo false perfection the flesh and psyche.\n\nWho devised this fire? What flame arose\nFrom nothingness, with a will to scorch\nAnd infect with its burning\nAll the faculties? Who first conjured fire\nFrom the void?\n\nWhere does fire originate? The marriage-bed,\nThe bed of youth, or in dreams,\nWhere thought is unrestrained\nAnd all the repression of body\nIs trampled underfoot?\n\nIs fire born within the body? Is the seed\nOf the body and mind's leprosy contained\nIn those things? And why does fire burn\nIf the body is disposed to become a candle,\nThe mind a wick? Isn't it good\n\nTo burn and be burnt? It's for one's health,\nThey say, to let yourself be burnt!\nA candle can be lit again and again\n(Spoken amid an array of stubs\nAnd blackened, crumbling wicks).\n\nBut in my head I still feel\nBurning, burning, burning, burning,\nAnd in my eyes I behold\nA dry bank with no water\nSoundless and dead.\n\nLady in blue,\nStanding over the rolling oceans,\nI am not worthy to approach your son\nOr hear from him the Word. Pray for me.\nWater from rock.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto IX<br /><br />Lady in blue, whose home is the cliff<br />Overlooking the boundless ocean,<br />Is it too much or too little<br />To ask of you to help me understand<br />The problem of fire?<br /><br />Shall I light a candle<br />And understand fire by firelight?<br />Or can the puzzle of fire,<br />Its contradictive consumption,<br />Be understood in its absence only?<br /><br />Is there one flame only<br />That burns the mind and body<br />As though they were bundles of straw?<br />Or is there one fire, one flame<br />Which seizes mind and body,<br /><br />Bringing both to ecstasy<br />And leaving them to rot<br />Like lepers, their bells clanging<br />At the city gates; the mind clamors<br />\"More!\" and begs entrance to the city<br /><br />Where all delights are.<br />Yet the mind is burning,<br />And the senses are burning,<br />And the body is burning,<br />And perception is burning.<br /><br />Everything is burning. O Lady in blue,<br />Whose love is as the boundless ocean,<br />I am a burned man, with burned mind,<br />With burned body, with burned senses, with burned perception,<br />Please tell me how<br /><br />From the fire there comes repentant ash.<br />Perhaps this fire burns to illustrate,<br />Perhaps it burns becase it wants to burn,<br />Perhaps there is no point in questioning,<br />For fire is gone as soon as one begins<br /><br />To contemplate its nature.<br />Lady in blue,<br />A burned man cannot yet approach<br />Your waters. Leave me here a while,<br />But pray for me. Pray for the burned man.",
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"published": "2021-02-27T05:59:49+00:00",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto IX\n\nLady in blue, whose home is the cliff\nOverlooking the boundless ocean,\nIs it too much or too little\nTo ask of you to help me understand\nThe problem of fire?\n\nShall I light a candle\nAnd understand fire by firelight?\nOr can the puzzle of fire,\nIts contradictive consumption,\nBe understood in its absence only?\n\nIs there one flame only\nThat burns the mind and body\nAs though they were bundles of straw?\nOr is there one fire, one flame\nWhich seizes mind and body,\n\nBringing both to ecstasy\nAnd leaving them to rot\nLike lepers, their bells clanging\nAt the city gates; the mind clamors\n\"More!\" and begs entrance to the city\n\nWhere all delights are.\nYet the mind is burning,\nAnd the senses are burning,\nAnd the body is burning,\nAnd perception is burning.\n\nEverything is burning. O Lady in blue,\nWhose love is as the boundless ocean,\nI am a burned man, with burned mind,\nWith burned body, with burned senses, with burned perception,\nPlease tell me how\n\nFrom the fire there comes repentant ash.\nPerhaps this fire burns to illustrate,\nPerhaps it burns becase it wants to burn,\nPerhaps there is no point in questioning,\nFor fire is gone as soon as one begins\n\nTo contemplate its nature.\nLady in blue,\nA burned man cannot yet approach\nYour waters. Leave me here a while,\nBut pray for me. Pray for the burned man.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VIII<br />After direct experience, how can the pen<br />Effectively convey hallucination?<br />To define is to limit, to put corners<br />Around the ocean of interpretation.<br />Let me hear again that one annunciation.<br /><br />Bhikkhus once heard the essence of the Word<br />Fall from Gotama's repetitive oration<br />Beneath the bodhi tree. The senses turn<br />And turn, disrupting proper contemplation<br />Of that which is, the one annunciation<br /><br />Of Logos, which is found in every part<br />Of every molecule, in every station<br />Of high and low existence. Bodies burn<br />And are used up in daily vitiation;<br />Flesh cannot know the one annunciation.<br /><br />Rose petals' glint caught in a dusty beam<br />Of afternoon light, summer sublimation<br />Of subject, object, and environment,<br />In this there is Logos-substantiation<br />Where all things echo the one annunciation.<br /><br />What good are rhymes<br />When all is burning;<br />When the senses turn<br />And the body writhes<br />In fire<br /><br />Will rhyming<br />And verses<br />Cause water<br />To burst<br />From dry dead rock?<br /><br />Can mantras recited<br />Among echoing mountains<br />Summon water<br />And summon the Word?<br />Can words call the Word<br /><br />From last Wednesday's ashes?<br />Lord Jesus Christ,<br />Son of God,<br />Have mercy on me, a sinner.<br />Water from rock.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VIII\nAfter direct experience, how can the pen\nEffectively convey hallucination?\nTo define is to limit, to put corners\nAround the ocean of interpretation.\nLet me hear again that one annunciation.\n\nBhikkhus once heard the essence of the Word\nFall from Gotama's repetitive oration\nBeneath the bodhi tree. The senses turn\nAnd turn, disrupting proper contemplation\nOf that which is, the one annunciation\n\nOf Logos, which is found in every part\nOf every molecule, in every station\nOf high and low existence. Bodies burn\nAnd are used up in daily vitiation;\nFlesh cannot know the one annunciation.\n\nRose petals' glint caught in a dusty beam\nOf afternoon light, summer sublimation\nOf subject, object, and environment,\nIn this there is Logos-substantiation\nWhere all things echo the one annunciation.\n\nWhat good are rhymes\nWhen all is burning;\nWhen the senses turn\nAnd the body writhes\nIn fire\n\nWill rhyming\nAnd verses\nCause water\nTo burst\nFrom dry dead rock?\n\nCan mantras recited\nAmong echoing mountains\nSummon water\nAnd summon the Word?\nCan words call the Word\n\nFrom last Wednesday's ashes?\nLord Jesus Christ,\nSon of God,\nHave mercy on me, a sinner.\nWater from rock.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VII<br /><br />What we call prayer is the firing of arrows<br />Down a wrong path. Prayer is work<br />And work prayer. To build up the resolve<br />To contemplate a single still moment<br />And be aware of the spark in one's own heart<br /><br />Resonating with the spark which illumines the molecules of that moment--<br />That is a kind of prayer. To clasp one's hands<br />In mock penitence, putting on a show,<br />To feel no sorrow, to never question<br />With faltering, stammering heart the things you want and do--<br /><br />This is not prayer. What work is there<br />In making up excuses when you know<br />That in your inmost you have no sentiments<br />Of doubt or fear? What part of you is genuine<br />That lacks sincerety?<br /><br />Think now: why does the silent sramana<br />Renounce the ecstasies of palace life<br />If he has no doubt or lacks the capacity<br />To think beyond the narrow scope of pleasure in flesh?<br />To him there is no value in wine, women, feasts--<br /><br />To him there is only suffering, there is only the end of suffering,<br />The path of abstinence, the pat of renunciation,<br />Uncountable lifetimes spent in contemplating<br />That which is, until the annunciation<br />Breaks in upon him like the church-bell<br /><br />Calling all things to the Word.<br />I heard the bell in the distance<br />As I sat once more by winding Ohio's banks,<br />And I felt called to contemplate the peal<br />That rang out every quarter hour, and the long, slow, sensuous ringing<br /><br />That rang out each hour.<br />In the emptiness of each sound's echo<br />I found a trace of the Word<br />Unencumbered by matter,<br />Unblurred by perceptions<br /><br />Clinging to it inherently. In the sound of each peal<br />I found room for endless contemplation,<br />And for each echo I could dedicate<br />My soul, my inmost to this meditation<br />Until I hear again that one annunciation.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VII\n\nWhat we call prayer is the firing of arrows\nDown a wrong path. Prayer is work\nAnd work prayer. To build up the resolve\nTo contemplate a single still moment\nAnd be aware of the spark in one's own heart\n\nResonating with the spark which illumines the molecules of that moment--\nThat is a kind of prayer. To clasp one's hands\nIn mock penitence, putting on a show,\nTo feel no sorrow, to never question\nWith faltering, stammering heart the things you want and do--\n\nThis is not prayer. What work is there\nIn making up excuses when you know\nThat in your inmost you have no sentiments\nOf doubt or fear? What part of you is genuine\nThat lacks sincerety?\n\nThink now: why does the silent sramana\nRenounce the ecstasies of palace life\nIf he has no doubt or lacks the capacity\nTo think beyond the narrow scope of pleasure in flesh?\nTo him there is no value in wine, women, feasts--\n\nTo him there is only suffering, there is only the end of suffering,\nThe path of abstinence, the pat of renunciation,\nUncountable lifetimes spent in contemplating\nThat which is, until the annunciation\nBreaks in upon him like the church-bell\n\nCalling all things to the Word.\nI heard the bell in the distance\nAs I sat once more by winding Ohio's banks,\nAnd I felt called to contemplate the peal\nThat rang out every quarter hour, and the long, slow, sensuous ringing\n\nThat rang out each hour.\nIn the emptiness of each sound's echo\nI found a trace of the Word\nUnencumbered by matter,\nUnblurred by perceptions\n\nClinging to it inherently. In the sound of each peal\nI found room for endless contemplation,\nAnd for each echo I could dedicate\nMy soul, my inmost to this meditation\nUntil I hear again that one annunciation.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VI:<br /><br />I sank beneath the winding waters<br />And touched the dark silt, unfearing<br />And placid all at once. The current carried me<br />As it had carried many things--livestock, boats, men--<br />Towards more contemplative ends and newer modes of living.<br /><br />Time let me be; in that eternal moment,<br />Not even my heart beat, no time was counted,<br />For the Word is outside of time, as water is timeless,<br />And the Word cannot be measured with time,<br />But time is a hindrance to the timeless Word.<br /><br />Once all of me was waterlogged<br />I lost myself amid the current, wandering,<br />Disintegrating, dissolved in water,<br />My hair became a weed, my skin wore away,<br />My body became rocks, returning from dust<br /><br />To dust, rocks to weathered rocks.<br />I was with the river, and I was the river,<br />And the \"I\" fell away, as though it dissolved<br />Or melted in the ageless, winding waters.<br />Then the first intimation of the Word:<br /><br />It was as if someone was clearing his throat<br />And the cough resounded in the river,<br />And in the air, on the land,<br />And in the space beyond earth:<br />When the cough settled, the cosmos shook.<br /><br />A spirit hovered<br />In the space between matter and essence,<br />Where nothing is but only comes to be,<br />The space between the light of an afternoon sun<br />And its reflection in a puddle.<br /><br />The Word, wrapped in silence,<br />Hovered over the waters<br />And re-assembled me<br />From the silt of the riverbed<br />And the Word said: \"Be and perceive.\"<br /><br />And I was formed from the waters<br />And re-emerged<br />On the soggy land,<br />And the air was cool<br />With the sound of the church-bell.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto VI:\n\nI sank beneath the winding waters\nAnd touched the dark silt, unfearing\nAnd placid all at once. The current carried me\nAs it had carried many things--livestock, boats, men--\nTowards more contemplative ends and newer modes of living.\n\nTime let me be; in that eternal moment,\nNot even my heart beat, no time was counted,\nFor the Word is outside of time, as water is timeless,\nAnd the Word cannot be measured with time,\nBut time is a hindrance to the timeless Word.\n\nOnce all of me was waterlogged\nI lost myself amid the current, wandering,\nDisintegrating, dissolved in water,\nMy hair became a weed, my skin wore away,\nMy body became rocks, returning from dust\n\nTo dust, rocks to weathered rocks.\nI was with the river, and I was the river,\nAnd the \"I\" fell away, as though it dissolved\nOr melted in the ageless, winding waters.\nThen the first intimation of the Word:\n\nIt was as if someone was clearing his throat\nAnd the cough resounded in the river,\nAnd in the air, on the land,\nAnd in the space beyond earth:\nWhen the cough settled, the cosmos shook.\n\nA spirit hovered\nIn the space between matter and essence,\nWhere nothing is but only comes to be,\nThe space between the light of an afternoon sun\nAnd its reflection in a puddle.\n\nThe Word, wrapped in silence,\nHovered over the waters\nAnd re-assembled me\nFrom the silt of the riverbed\nAnd the Word said: \"Be and perceive.\"\n\nAnd I was formed from the waters\nAnd re-emerged\nOn the soggy land,\nAnd the air was cool\nWith the sound of the church-bell.",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto V:<br /><br />By the banks of the Ohio I sat down and wept.<br />The silt sank against my feet<br />And the water lapped against a log's corpse<br />Dotted with soggy mushrooms and mosses.<br />And I said:<br /><br />\"Winding Ohio, you have seen<br />The founding of tribes and settlements, you have seen<br />The rise and fall of forests from green to gold to green,<br />And you have wended your way through these lands, carving<br />Enjamed curves and gentle turns<br /><br />\"In the silent bedrock. Yours have been the waters<br />Through which eternity flows unseen,<br />And through which men see themselves reflected<br />With illusions gone. O winding Ohio,<br />What do you know? What knowledge<br /><br />\"Is hodden in the churning water,<br />In the sullen brown murk of your ageless waters?\"<br />The water churned according to custom<br />Then stopped. Time failed,<br />And the river spoke:<br /><br />\"Mortal man, these trepidations<br />You feel in your inmost part,<br />These palpitations which paralyze you,<br />These feelings of hesitation<br />Which paralyze your mind and body<br /><br />\"Are maya, all are maya,<br />Illusion that cannot harm you<br />Unless you allow your inmost part<br />To stumble and fall, to let delusion fester<br />As mold festers in a dark corner.<br /><br />\"Yet do not be afraid, mortal man,<br />For your delusions are impermanent.<br />Bathe yourself in these waters,<br />Drink the waters and sink<br />Into the ageless riverbed.<br /><br />\"For he who bathes himself in me<br />And takes my essence into his being<br />Sees me in all things,<br />And in me sees the Word,<br />And through water man and Word are one.\"",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto V:\n\nBy the banks of the Ohio I sat down and wept.\nThe silt sank against my feet\nAnd the water lapped against a log's corpse\nDotted with soggy mushrooms and mosses.\nAnd I said:\n\n\"Winding Ohio, you have seen\nThe founding of tribes and settlements, you have seen\nThe rise and fall of forests from green to gold to green,\nAnd you have wended your way through these lands, carving\nEnjamed curves and gentle turns\n\n\"In the silent bedrock. Yours have been the waters\nThrough which eternity flows unseen,\nAnd through which men see themselves reflected\nWith illusions gone. O winding Ohio,\nWhat do you know? What knowledge\n\n\"Is hodden in the churning water,\nIn the sullen brown murk of your ageless waters?\"\nThe water churned according to custom\nThen stopped. Time failed,\nAnd the river spoke:\n\n\"Mortal man, these trepidations\nYou feel in your inmost part,\nThese palpitations which paralyze you,\nThese feelings of hesitation\nWhich paralyze your mind and body\n\n\"Are maya, all are maya,\nIllusion that cannot harm you\nUnless you allow your inmost part\nTo stumble and fall, to let delusion fester\nAs mold festers in a dark corner.\n\n\"Yet do not be afraid, mortal man,\nFor your delusions are impermanent.\nBathe yourself in these waters,\nDrink the waters and sink\nInto the ageless riverbed.\n\n\"For he who bathes himself in me\nAnd takes my essence into his being\nSees me in all things,\nAnd in me sees the Word,\nAnd through water man and Word are one.\"",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto IV<br /><br />\"Bhikkhus, all is burning.\"<br />The air shakes, dry and hot,<br />The rock is still, seated on the dead ground,<br />The stream is dry<br />The clouds have gathered grey and empty.<br /><br />\"The eye is burning.\"<br />The world of blurred forms is scorching<br />And the forms which are dependent on sight<br />Pierce the eye-consciousness<br />Thornlike and dull.<br /><br />\"The ear is burning.\"<br />The sounds swallow the silent Word.<br />The sounds of unseen thunder without water,<br />The sounds of illusion crashing upon illusion,<br />Drowning out the Word.<br /><br />\"The nose is burning.\"<br />The stink of charnel grounds<br />And a brown, sluggish river<br />Turn in the mind's nostrils:<br />Defiled, nymphless Ohio.<br /><br />\"The tongue is burning.\"<br />The tongue is cut off from the Word,<br />The lips are cut off from the tongue,<br />And from the rest of this dry, cracked vessel,<br />The Word is cut off.<br /><br />\"The body is burning.\"<br />But isn't fire that which refines?<br />Is refining fire supposed to burn?<br />Is fecundity, is a used bed supposed to burn?<br />Are bodies embracing meant to burn?<br /><br />\"The mind is burning.\"<br />Would anything else drive these words to paper<br />Save the burning of the leper-mind?<br />If mind alone remains, then is mind the leper<br />Or the flame which burns all senses?<br /><br />Detachment ceases burning.<br />Through detachment the Word is known.<br />Through detachment the fire is quenched.<br />Through detachment water--but what is there to<br />Detach?",
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"content": "Lenten Cantos, Canto IV\n\n\"Bhikkhus, all is burning.\"\nThe air shakes, dry and hot,\nThe rock is still, seated on the dead ground,\nThe stream is dry\nThe clouds have gathered grey and empty.\n\n\"The eye is burning.\"\nThe world of blurred forms is scorching\nAnd the forms which are dependent on sight\nPierce the eye-consciousness\nThornlike and dull.\n\n\"The ear is burning.\"\nThe sounds swallow the silent Word.\nThe sounds of unseen thunder without water,\nThe sounds of illusion crashing upon illusion,\nDrowning out the Word.\n\n\"The nose is burning.\"\nThe stink of charnel grounds\nAnd a brown, sluggish river\nTurn in the mind's nostrils:\nDefiled, nymphless Ohio.\n\n\"The tongue is burning.\"\nThe tongue is cut off from the Word,\nThe lips are cut off from the tongue,\nAnd from the rest of this dry, cracked vessel,\nThe Word is cut off.\n\n\"The body is burning.\"\nBut isn't fire that which refines?\nIs refining fire supposed to burn?\nIs fecundity, is a used bed supposed to burn?\nAre bodies embracing meant to burn?\n\n\"The mind is burning.\"\nWould anything else drive these words to paper\nSave the burning of the leper-mind?\nIf mind alone remains, then is mind the leper\nOr the flame which burns all senses?\n\nDetachment ceases burning.\nThrough detachment the Word is known.\nThrough detachment the fire is quenched.\nThrough detachment water--but what is there to\nDetach?",
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