No Zen Master Me!
No Zen master me! I’m going to my grave gnashing my teeth and moaning over how neglected I was. Damn all you false masters of serenity! Take your calm and shove it. Struggle is what it means to be alive and free.
Quoting T’ao Ch’ien
A thousand years may be beyond me but I can turn this morning into forever. For thirty years I’ve studied ancient Chinese poets and Taoist texts, and often I have longed to abjure this world, these days, to see through the dust of our fleeting, temporal lives and thus accede to immortality. But, alas, and luckily for me — Character is fate. I love this world too much to want to find a way away from it. I give my soul to my senses. I love the sound of birds, the sight of the wind passing through the trees. I live for the swollen cock, the soaking cunt, a bowl of vegetables and noodles, a cup of wine, the sweet aroma of some tea. How could heaven be anywhere but here? This place, this momentary now, today — is eternity and it is here in me and in my dying life.
