Happy Holidays 

A world that is ambiguous and incomplete in each momentary glance.
- Hochberg 1980, page 60

As long as you still experience the stars as something above you, you still lack a viewpoint of knowledge.
- Nietzsche 

Newtonian law, the bane of our existence. 

Edgar Froese - Stuntman - 1979 - Full Album

Undenied

Atlantis

There were three of us, innocent and youthful, playing in the company of our grandmother.
When my sisters were not looking, he came up to me and persuaded me to follow him. His was also the face of youth, but blanketed with thick beard and long wavy hair. He tricked me to his inverted guard tower, a sunken granite dome where he and another fellow were put on watch, to watch what, I didn't know. Separated from my sisters, I felt fear and wished desperately to return, but I alone must climb to the top. This was his intention all along. Left without a choice, I began climbing...rope ladders appeared upwards as I carefully took my steps. It was a difficult climb, each step lasted a life time and the probability of me falling to my death seemed greater than my logic mind.
When I finally reached the top, it was not the top at all but a narrow pole positioned in the middle of nothingness. The bottom, now seemed too deep of an abyss to go back down, and the space above deemed too great to contain any escape. On the opposite far side, I saw another figure, which resembled myself but the face was too far to tell. She too was alone on a narrow pole. As I tried harder to make sense of her face, I saw a thin thread coming towards me, and I knew then that was my cue to leap. The figure on the opposite side appeared to have done the same. In mid air, we didn't fall but were coming towards one another from opposite ends, both aiming for the thin thread, I assumed. When close enough, I noticed the thread had a scroll attached, I reached out and grabbed it while the figure missed it and fell.  
Strangely, I then found myself standing safely on a higher platform, there were many people there and they seemed relieved that I had the scroll. But before I could open it, the ground began to shake, and everyone started fleeing from the scene. I looked down and saw the ground broke open in circles and water started gushing in. I ran with the people and all of a sudden, a tall man tried to seize the scroll from me, and in our struggle, the scroll fell into the waters. Too late for that, I ran forward. Amidst the chaos, I sensed someone behind me, he was shooting people with a weapon, not so much a gun with bullets but with rays. There were mothers and young children, and their blood erupted into infinite molecules outside of their bodies upon contact with it. 
I couldn't remember what happened to me, I doubt it mattered. 

低潮时，别人可能踢你一脚
高潮时，别人可能为你擦脚
静潮时，自言自语得巧妙

Eyes and brain are in cahoots,
There is no spoon.

天葬海葬土葬外太空葬
死后还有记忆吗？
活着还在守望吗？

人之初性本善
灵之初性本真

唯物，唯物，
到最终心灵无处，
始终只有雾。

How many devas, humans and demons live in one pada? 

Drunk with immortality, we've lost count and our memories. 

Rama-rama bebas kerana sayap
Bulan bebas kerana matahari
Hari-hari bebas kerana benar

The truth about words dies a thousand deaths every time you stick a dead picture in your head. 

still

When the eyes are closed,
Monsters come out to play.
A total penumbral lunar eclipse,
Still in the shadow, still in the light.
Let's meet there and forget the rest.

手放松了
弓不再紧
心在退浪

Orion - a brief tour

Where blue and red come from 

The world is but symbols,
Symbols after symbols
⚡☀♠♥♣♦⭕

Auspicious

The moment when she was born, the wise old man uttered the word auspicious. The parents assumed he meant lucky but lucky she was not. Sickly from birth and misunderstood as a child, she grew up in a concrete jungle, oblivious of her true abilities - the one who looks at birds, and sometimes thunder and lightning. 

This art, this lost art. 

Collective effervescence through coefficient of weirdness. 

Turning Right

At dawn and at dusk,
Twilight moments.
Anima gnawing,
Spirit wandering.
You and I,
These hidden things shall come to light.
Come to light.

In liminal space, she enjoys peace and danger earnestly. 

When in Kali Yuga, most gurus are dead gurus.

esoterikos

Swallowed a pearl in a dream.

I lay down my ego by the riverbed
The rain, the rain
Wadi Wadi
Neti Neti 

是非的世界
安静就好
安静的世界
种花就好

I've known loneliness all my life

假仁慈假诚心假伟大
现代人假得真

It wasn't until 30 odd years later that he finally discovered his true birth condition:

Before the deterministic formation of the flesh and bones, and before his little tail fell off to make room for the rest, he was momentarily set free to start afresh. Crawling out into the three-dimensional world, the knowledge became dormant, overpowered by innumerable suggestions.

All it takes to recall is to not think what it is. The world has few more surprises. 

My Sleeping Karma - Soma (Full Album)

When habits become the only habitat; infinity regress.

Level 1

In a small room brighter than any light, she closes her eyes. Affirmatively, light takes on the colour of her blood and a dark red is formed. Eyes wide shut, she's seeing swirls of colours, patterns and faces of strangers. This must be the prisoner's cinema. 

Neti Neti 

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless...

- Walt Whitman

醒过来，转身，

身体不见了；所剩

足以登天。

The hologram gods are coming, ending wars and saving children.
The hologram gods are here, starting wars and breeding children.

Being awake when having your wake is quite an experience. But for someone who has gone through it countless time and retaining each moment as it persists...now that's something else. 

Elephant Memory

By the time she remembers everything, everything seizes to have any meaning.
Not pesimistic but more appreciation. 

For the seventh time, what collected consciousness are we shaping? 

听得懂，懂得听的有多少

Returning home without the boon is a roller-coaster of emotions, coming and going,
Never gone.

怎么打也不再痛
怎么说也不再疼
某时候，
听不见的声音，看不到的颜色
更入胜

求自在，自在如流水
没看破，还在瓶中流

After the second Annus mirabilis, we begin to believe in miracles again and days of brains in cookie jars are long behind us. Tyranny has fallen and warlords forgotten; the system purposed by men did not surrender, it simply cease to exist.

The green chair is speaking to the trees. 

Circles before equilateral.

Gain and loss, the concept of life and death 

Timaeus: ...that which is conceived by opinion with the help of sensation and without reason, is always in the process of becoming and perishing and never really is. 

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Becareful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.
- Nietzsche 

Eyes wide shut

Seemingly unrelated or credulous by conditions; just the illusion of separation. 

Ghost of our forefathers

The more I know about people, the better I like my dogs.

- Mark Twain 

No escaping duality.

The shaman diversion worked, and the silence from thunder cove continues.

When dreams become lucid,
Spatial relations cease to have meanings.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
- William Blake 

把所有放下；所有变成波浪，还是容易。
脱离波浪后才来找我说经。

Memories do not have a specific place in the brain;
Memories are made again and again whenever you call for it.

A master and a disciple are travelling at night.

The moon is dim and the thick fog refuses to leave tonight.

To get to the other side, they must tread pass an abandoned cemetery.

"Master, I think I hear something..."the disciple speaks.

The Master makes no reply.

"Master, I think I see something..." fear is beginning to feel real for the disciple.

The Master remains quiet.

"Master! I see a ghost in front of me! Blocking my way!" frozen at his steps, the disciple screams.

This time, the Master turns around, still not a word, takes out a rather large, empty glass jar from his sack. The disciple throws a quick glance at the jar and at that moment, he hears his Master's words - Look, Light...and in that instant, the jar is filled with moving light particles, colliding and merging into countless fireflies, escaping from the jar and filling up the dark sky. 

The fog is gone.

The Master and the disciple finally reach the other side.

"How can I do the things you do, Master? The disciple asks.

"You just did, go on, make another reality...but without me this time." Poof, the Master is gone.

In an empty space, the disciple begins to understand his true power of participation. 

The common meanings are overused, and drowning some.

那时候，真真假假，何必太在乎？
感应突破空间，没时候。

In between two energies, the middle path.
Let deception becomes revelation.