The eightfold void of enlightenment

wales (68)in #enlightenment • 6 years ago

This is not what you think it is...

How can you speak of love when the tongue is tied in longing?

Or waiting on the edge of despair awaking to sleep to open a dying wish...

Slip this into the folds of suffering where the bonds of attachment mean the most...

That a time will come when all bonds are loosed and all attachment becomes but a dream...

And the over-loud song silenced

And the cares of the twisted body released.

So slip this into that and that into this

Where the two halves meet

To know of more and less

And then leave

For the void is no place to stay.

And if in your longing your wish comes to be

Slip sideways out of that fold of suffering...

And with that and a whoosh we were gone...

“Where’s ee gone?” said one of the audience.

“He went whoosh and was gone,” said another.

“What’s going on ‘ere then?” said the policeman coming onto the scene.

“Nothing,” said the audience.

“Nothing, nothing, what do you mean nothing?” said the policeman.

“We was just going ‘ome like,” said a cockney perking up.

“No one’s going anywhere until I get to the bottom of this,” said the policeman pulling out his truncheon.

“And now by kind permission the fight will begin,” said the fight promoter.

A steel driven thing, part belief and part knowing and a little bit scared was surpassing all expectations and holding its own in the corners and had made it to the second round of the 7 groaning murmurs of defeat, and even looked likely to survive to the next stage.

An unlikely combination of luck and fate had changed the likely outcome to one of expectation that brought a renewed burst of energy to keep going in the face of all adversity.

When the dead people came to watch, pay their respects and maybe get a few pointers for their cause a murmur went up that the rules had relaxed too much for comfort, but a vote is a vote and so heads were turned the other way until afterwards, and only losers complain then; so 9 drops of indelible ink were let fall to obliterate the evidence.

The outcome was that some of the people were happy, some were not, and all those in the middle had to await the outcome, but didn’t hold their breath as it was thought that the outcome was not a foregone conclusion and may be a while if it wasn’t a long time.

Up in the big booth where the statistics were being counted it was found that of those that were unhappy 18% were drinking a popular cola supplied by the opposition.

And so the men in black coats were sent to track them down but only got as far as the fire exit before they gave up and turned back to watch the fight.

On a lighter note, the X-ray dog and Miss Pretty were enjoying themselves in the box office seats eating pizza slices and drinking hot mint tea with honey but were unavailable for comment due to a technical difficulty that would remain unspecified until after the fight and things returned to normal.

The audience, god bless their cheering hearts and deep pockets left their seats as one when the next round came with the underdog flying across the ring to land a huge punch that floored the opposition to win the round.

Buried deep in the heart of all that’s left unsaid about this or anything else for that matter are the clues lost along the way to find the next step to lead beyond the fake news that leads nowhere.

When the audience were informed with the fake news they began to sway, half leaning one way and the other half leaning the other.

Through the middle was driven a wedge to stir their appetites for the next round.

Science tells us that the least common denominator of a chain is the weak link, so when the ice cream lady came with her tray in the intermission all heads turned towards her and reached into their deep and bulging pockets for spare change which caused the wedge to dissolve and brought everyone back together again in a single purpose; and in this way the ice cream lady had her five minutes of fame.

After the bottom of the lake was dredged to leave nothing of worth the fight began again in earnest. The audience looking on in rapt attention and sucking hard on their ices and apart from the slurping were quiet for a change.

A huge round of applause came when the fighters squared off for the final round which was over in a minute with both fighters lying on their backs exhausted and wondering what had happened.

After the audience had left for the night the lights were turned off and both fighters went to sleep none the richer.
So it just goes to show that it doesn’t pay to fight with yourself for the only winners will be anyone but you.

In the box office seats the X-ray dog and Miss Pretty were also hungry but happy to have a place to sleep the night away.

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