TRUTH IN YOUR FACE

“The flute does not know music: it does not know ‘G’ from ‘B flat;’ it does not know tempo or emphasis, and cannot make music come out of itself: it’s just a hollow bamboo stick with holes in it! It is the musician who has the knowledge and the skill and the intention and the dexterity, and whose breath blows through the instrument and whose fingers manipulate the openings so that beautiful music flows out. When the music is ended, no one congratulates the wooden stick on the music it made: it is the musician who is applauded and thanked for this beautiful gift of music. It is precisely so with what we think of as our ‘selves.’ We are instruments, hollow sticks, through which the Breath, the Spirit, the Energy which is Presence, All That Is, Consciousness, flows. Just as it is not the flute making the note, but the Musician making the note through the instrument, so it is the breath which is Presence which animates this mind and body and comes out through this mouth to make it see

In honor of the old days when I disfigured with joy your ridiculous character (aka your ego), I rewrite a post full of acidity. Refrain from reading and commenting if you are a touchy person. - Your body is not the temple of the soul or of the spirit. Your body has nothing sacred, special, spiritual. Your body is just a roulade stuffed with shit flowing into the intestine. This is the main function of your dear body: contain shit and carry shit! Purifying your body does not mean purifying a sacred temple but purifying a toilet … Would you dedicate your life to embellishing a toilet? Do you consider the tablet of your water sacred? Do you consider the toilet paper spiritual? Do you consider the ritual of cleaning your ass? Here, the same thing is true for your body. Any "sacred" ritual or spiritual cleansing ritual you believe to accomplish with your body is as sacred as the ritual of wiping your ass full of shit. (by Zero)

- It's when you stop looking for something that finds anything. It is when you stop looking for peace that you find peace. It is when you stop looking for happiness that you find Happiness. It is when you stop going in search of love that you find Love. It is when you stop looking for the truth that you find the truth. It is when you stop looking for others who find the Self. It is when you stop wanting to understand everything that you understand the Whole. It is when you stop wanting to do everything that everything is self-fulfilling. It is when you stop wanting to help and free everyone that everyone self-liberates. It's only when you stop … - (Zero)

Maria comes and sits with me during today's quiet period. She's a little self-conscious and gives me an uncertain sidelong glance as if not believing that it's really okay for her to be here. I don't think I put out much of a guru vibe, but I guess I must put out something because everyone reacts in a similar reverential sort of way. I don't dress like a guru and I don't talk like one. I don't carry flowers, perform miracles, smile beatifically, or radiate anything that I'm aware of. I think of myself as a pretty laid-back guy with only the weakest grasp of what it means to be a human among humans. It's like I can hum a few bars but I have forgotten most of the words. I can't stand in line at the grocery and carry on a normal conversation if it gets much past the weather. I can't go to a bar and have a beer and shoot a game of pool because I can't pretend to share the experiences and interests of the other patrons. In other wor