ficus sutra one
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January 11th, 2009 at 3:38 am
Sitting quietly for many years the man accesses his X-space.
January 11th, 2009 at 4:29 am
Leaved, symmetrical, carefully x-bitten, an O-mind inscribed for an age to come.
February 8th, 2009 at 5:02 pm
Sitting, sitting next the eschelon of simple pauses, between which clarity clears.
February 8th, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Leaf stitched on leaf, sutra sutured, breath plied on breath, bones piled on bones.
February 9th, 2009 at 4:55 am
All things lead to a man in repose, ancient one with words.
February 10th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
The meditator disappears into the leaf on whose surface he is super-imposed.
February 11th, 2009 at 12:26 am
On the link to his image imagined otherwise, distant flower flying lotus—
February 11th, 2009 at 1:19 am
arms stitched with gold, scarred with the writing knife.
February 11th, 2009 at 3:28 am
exist the stillness, mind the naming all things syllabic, certainty with suture
February 12th, 2009 at 10:33 pm
and melting into the surface on which he is inscribed.
February 13th, 2009 at 12:20 am
the nature-other random quiet-sitting is attainment—last ficus in the grove suitable for leafbook
February 13th, 2009 at 1:26 am
The book of leaves unfolds as a breathing man, luxuriating in simplicity.
February 15th, 2009 at 2:26 pm
s-glyph could only be water replenishing the cistern, curving carving the terrain.
February 16th, 2009 at 3:28 am
Free from fear, the vine twines ’round the fig tree in its serene pot.
February 16th, 2009 at 3:37 am
All things wound inextricably around that which is most beyond grasp.
February 16th, 2009 at 3:39 am
Gold leaf leaves the stained mouth brilliant with its dust.
February 16th, 2009 at 3:49 am
fish eye of god-seething spirit alabaster—standing aside & beneath
February 16th, 2009 at 3:51 am
light is breathing golden fire in golden orbit
February 16th, 2009 at 4:04 am
quiet power sleeps in the feet of the beholder at slumber amid the ashvattha grove
February 16th, 2009 at 1:19 pm
Whosoever eats of the fig is impregnated by the fig-deity
February 17th, 2009 at 1:59 am
a day as long as a year & a year which lasts a moment | of the tree
February 17th, 2009 at 2:04 am
A year is sleeping inside the moment; a fig is sleeping inside the golden leaf; a god is sleeping inside the sitting man.
February 17th, 2009 at 2:17 am
Symbol for money tumbles inside its vessel, the space inside of which contains all space known or unknown.
February 17th, 2009 at 2:31 am
I can barely apprehend letter-like shapes in golden fire…come down, golden dove, and bring the whispered transmission in your flight
February 17th, 2009 at 2:37 am
Instructions will be passed silently before the heat of the day—each day a medallion of several signs prepared by quiet contemplation.
February 17th, 2009 at 2:49 am
Meaning is generated in breathing; love is mastered in signs inlaid with symbols.