Thursday, March 02, 2006
Komen na Sai
Buddha converses with the rosy dawn, speaking in thrills of joy that in depths of height feel a grief of love;
"You will grasp the broadest ideas, the general importance of ideas. You will hear the syllables spoken as on the crest of the wind, and you will smile, modifying the occurence of each sound until at last you attain the ability to tell each color from its most dearest shades, and each shade delved into by its mother colors and at last, you will attain the enlightenment in which you were born of."
The Dawn, stretching forth her fingers in joy and wanting eagerly to stroke Buddha's cheek, Her entire being soliciting a physical pleasure, destroying all fragments of sensibility, but instead, she lay back against the night, combing her ocean of hair through his sleeping limbs. But, she thought of the Buddha long afterward.
And did not find him again.
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On a less phantasmic whim, I've been very naughty (;), and very busy with work. It seems there is a constant list to classwork and the textbook references to bases+nucleotides+polymerase in our bodies. That no matter what I do, I can never associate my identity with my limbs and their mitotically challenged systems.
However much I feel convinced by the media that I am a person - that what people see people get- I am not my two hands nor my two feet, but rather, use them to better express my real self's needs and gives.
