Eight O'Clock in the Morning of the Magicians

[rowens]

Eight O'Clock in the Morning of the Magicians



The Buddha's Dharma becomes that of the followers.

The Magus' Will may be that of students.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.


The scholars are slaves to lessons.

The experts, puppets of their sciences.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.


The feet stumble to where the drunkard goes.

The genitals point toward action.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.


The hips celebrate and strive as they sit and stand.

The heart is the sun of the galaxy in a universe of multiple galaxies.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.


The right and left shoulders lift weights and get stronger

and the professional weightlifters say it's not being done correctly.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.


The vocal cords speak the truth of their reality at the moment.

The left and right hemispheres of the brain know more and less than you.


W. C. Fields defeats the magicians.



Wholeness is the loneliness of Words

[dukealien]

This is really wonderful.  Whole, part, and the wrapper around it all.

Which makes me think of a Taco Bell wrapper, discarded

which then makes me think of that name - the Taco, which is food but also contains food...

and more significantly, the Bell... as in the toque de queda, the (bell) stroke of this place, i.e. curfew.  

The bell tolls, gates are closed, the Watch prowls patrols and stained wrappers blow around their sandaled feet on a dirty wind.