ficus sutra two
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February 19th, 2009 at 3:32 am
He is an animal and he is a plant, walking on two feet with a glorious tail.
February 19th, 2009 at 4:39 am
The collective is about moving forward thru liana & deep grove—moving! as! if! yesterday! got! forgotten!
February 19th, 2009 at 4:45 am
it looks like a print made with a layer of suger.
is it just a photoshop effect?
February 19th, 2009 at 11:06 pm
it is created in photoshop, but I think what yr seeing is that the glyphs are from really bad blurry documentation photos I scanned at 500%. then I’ve degraded the rest of the background of the image (the symbols, which are from about 2500 BC indus valley & untranslated) are on medallions. so I’ve done a bunch of permutations with hue, saturation, contrast & blur to retain as much of the symbols as I could.
February 21st, 2009 at 11:55 pm
Sweetness the medium of whispered transmission, from the fig-deity to the starving imaginary.
February 22nd, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Assembling for the privilege of knowing small truths, discretion among the honorees leading single-file the nose of spiritual discipline.
February 22nd, 2009 at 3:21 pm
Sugar and seed, dust and pollen drench the opening mind.
February 22nd, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Gnosis-being inside ficus religiosa without human body or the five earthly senses (even tho the glyph is marked otherwise).
February 24th, 2009 at 1:17 am
Nothing blossoms, nothing fruits forth, nothing tastes and nothing writes its bliss, because the communication between fig and hand is unutterably perfect.
February 24th, 2009 at 4:06 am
Land of 10,000 groves swept away, fish-wealth becomes unchecked expansion, the spirit of belonging becomes the hazard of having.
February 25th, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Dispersal of elements as spores is all to the good, ultimately. But concentration of elements as sweetness and seed-plenty is also good.
February 26th, 2009 at 5:05 am
Taste of fresh fig is as close to paradise is as close to the moment of earthly onward is something so sweet dripping—dripping down.
February 26th, 2009 at 2:21 pm
Teeth against fig-flesh, fresh explosion under an effulgent sun.
February 27th, 2009 at 2:24 am
Thieves cover themselves in leaves only to erase the mantras the onlookers swore to remember.
February 27th, 2009 at 2:32 am
Under the eaves and the leaves and the shadows and the sheets, the thief-lovers swore and eternal return through reckless propagation, sneaking between the delicate root systems of grape, fig and oak.
February 27th, 2009 at 2:42 am
Lifting the weight of yesterday bound by the confines of tomorrow a crow & a soldier cross the river—hopscotch on rocks & islands of red red clay.
February 27th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
Fig-wine lustrous in the tumbler, fig-seeds sticky in the mouth, fig-leaves hand-like welcome strangers to the grove of shaded river.
March 1st, 2009 at 12:24 am
A jingle of shells spilled onto the table, a seer reading a precautionary tale, a spray of cardamon freshly cut, how one ascendant pokes at the holes in the universe.
March 1st, 2009 at 4:03 am
Neither staying nor going, the river waters its algebraic roots, sinking beneath itself through its porous skin to feed the unfurling tendrils.
March 1st, 2009 at 1:21 pm
Small world of one man’s mind described in unknowable terms, jagannivaasa* paataala**, leaving, always leaving the followers behind.
*refuge of this world
**nether-world
March 1st, 2009 at 4:31 pm
In a world of hooks and loops the jaguar slinks through groves of plenty.
March 1st, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Deva-short-of-breath awake through the night, dream-bovine from another village crashing through tangle of undergrowth.
March 1st, 2009 at 8:06 pm
Remembers the depth of breath, tendencies tamed, startling starlight agaze with peaceful self-reproach, recovers equanimity in light-dappled sleep-space.