Monday, July 20, 2009

Madzubial Mutterings

Beginnings of the mad mutterings in the continuum life and death as defined by the indefinite delusions of this existence. Laying to rest the notion of certainty, solidity, and solemnity in the swirl of passionate musings out from absurdity of surety and correctness. Thoughts move and bend and restructure, to reconstitute into more pointless points of view. Lights like lightning flashing, divine flashbulbs of primordial wisdom that has no beginning no end...ill defined, and much maligned by the darkness that knows it not. We sons and daughters, yin and yang, blown through karmic craziness, dust, cosmic dust in the great desert within the oasis of timeless, motionless, crystalline joy. No sorrow, no happiness, no today, no tomorrow. No now.


  1. Please post some art -- would love to see your visual mutterings!

  2. Letting it in I savor the juicy texture of your muttering that to me is a sign of your potent aliveness... and the music?

  3. Beautiful. Sounds will abound and art will appear.

  4. How might I drop into a madzub's blog?

    Were I to plop like a pebble into that stream, I might quickly sink into the dark algae, deep below the little ripples that would continue downstream, soon forgotten with scarcely a trace of transient effect... I would lie like a corpse among fellow stones. Falling like a leaf, I would remain mostly on the surface, swirling around, buffeted by the currents and like so many others of its kind: ultimately washed up on a sandy bank, baking to a skeleton by sunny day and wet-chilled by moony night. But, to dive and thrive as a living tadpole, freed from my placental leaf, may I glide between the surface and the depths, enjoying both, all the while transforming into the fully fledged frog, green and alive with a vital appetite for more and more and with a yearning croon rising up from millennia of my ancestors and the stars - the very elements given voice and life in the rich and babbling brook!

    Oh yes! to be a frog among madzubs!


  5. Beautiful! The proverbial madzubial frog plops free with a little help from the tadpoles that are babbling ...

  6. Shivadam 7.21.09July 21, 2009 at 7:48 PM

    To say there is something other than God, especially something like "evil" or "satan," is simply to blaspheme.

    How could there be any other than One omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent Being? Whatever is beautiful is He, and whatever seems ugly, frightening, nightmarish, that is just as surely He, too, for if God is everywhere and all-powerful, then there can be no other.

    It is possible to consciously merge with this awareness, whereby this condition becomes clear. In this state, it can be seen that even "falsehoods" are true, because Truth is the only Reality. To say, "This is true, but that is false" is simply to fail to observe that all is a manifestation of the One Reality, in which the illusions of truth and falsehood merely seem to take on apparent meaning.

    When seen clearly, such dichotomies reveal only the workings of a human brain, its left and right, its dark and light. But, though it also is a manifestation of the One indivisible Reality, it too easily thinks itself its own reality. When that arises, it is as a red flag hoisted on the flagpole of the ego that wants to think it is navigating the waters of this life, solely.

    Awareness, healing, consciousness, and genuine love arise when even the apparently horrific can be seen as the perfect outflowing of an infallible grace of Supreme Wisdom - a wisdom that provideth as need ariseth. The leaves falling from trees in the Fall, with all their colorful splendor, are no different than soldiers and civilians who perish in apparently purposeless war."

    Life does not exist between birth and death. Rather, we are wise when we do not distinguish between these, because these distinctions appear to the mind - to our minds - but are no more different than "before" and "after" in a vast ocean of ever-present Now.

    Shivadam 7.21.09

  7. Infallible grace of Supreme wisdom...No life no death, just the vast ocean of the ever present Now. Beautiful!


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