Now what?

 

Sitting in the driveway is a 20' Econoline van, which I have decided
to name the HMRCSV* _Keith Schiffner_ ;-)

The seats are removed; it's a shell on wheels which I'm using as
a storage shed, redneck style, which naturally is (or was) packed up
to the ceiling with stuff I couldn't get at.

So today I dragged everything out to see what I had. This was stuff
I'd scrounged and collected for a few years. Well I found a few
treasures and things I'd been missing a long time, but mostly it's
a large collection of stuff too junky to keep but just useful
enough not to throw out.

So now what? It's all sitting out in the driveway waiting to get
rained on, and dark soggy clouds are looming.

It gives me a pain to throw it away and also a pain to arrange storage
and look after it. But a sudden (and late arriving) insight reveals that
the pain of throwing it out plus the risk of regretting it later when
I discover I heed something I've pitched out is less than the continual,
ongoing and constant pain of letting the stuff burden me.

* [Her Majesty's Royal Canadian Storage Vehicle]

SQ, Scrounger, Packrat and Purveyor of Worthless Relics

 


In this era it may be wise to accumulate, even hoard.

tt

 



Or there may be wisdom in letting it go, without regrets.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to New Orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

*Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose*,
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun,
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done,
Hey Bobby baby? kept me from the cold.

One day up near Salinas,I let him slip away,
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine.

* Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose *
Nothing, that's all that Bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la.

La La la, la la la la la la,
La La la la la la la la la, ain`t no bumb on my bobby McGee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah.

Lord, I'm calling my lover, calling my man,
I said I'm calling my lover just the best I can,
C'mon, hey now Bobby yeah, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah,
Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!

Yeah! Whew!

Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee.

 

martin wrote:

Especially ammunition ...

--
Snag

 



The Bodhisattva of Compassion,
When he meditated deeply,
Saw the emptiness of all five
skandhas
And sundered the bonds that caused
him suffering.

Here then,
Form is no other than emptiness,
Emptiness no other than form.
Form is only emptiness,
Emptiness only form.

Feeling, thought, and choice,
Consciousness itself,
Are the same as this.
All things are by nature void

They are not born or destroyed
Nor are they stained or pure
Nor do they wax or wane

So, in emptiness, no form,
No feeling, thought, or choice,
Nor is there consciousness.
No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body,
mind;
No colour, sound, smell, taste,
touch,
Or what the mind takes hold of,
Nor even act of sensing.

No ignorance or end of it,
Nor all that comes of ignorance;
No withering, no death,
No end of them.

Nor is there pain, or cause of pain,
Or cease in pain, or noble path
To lead from pain;
Not even wisdom to attain!
Attainment too is emptiness.

So know that the Bodhisattva
Holding to nothing whatever,
But dwelling in Prajna wisdom,
Is freed of delusive hindrance,
Rid of the fear bred by it,
And reaches clearest Nirvana.

All Buddhas of past and present,
Buddhas of future time,
Using this Prajna wisdom,
Come to full and perfect vision.

Hear then the great dharani,
The radiant peerless mantra,
The Perfection of Wisdom
Whose words allay all pain;
Hear and believe its truth!

Gone, gone
Gone beyond,
Gone completely beyond -
Praise! awakening!

Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate
Bodhi Svaha

----The Heart Sutra