June 6, 2016 by petrujviljoen
Text and artwork copyright PetruJViljoen
Right arm flung across my eyes, postponing the chores that lie in wait. I need to situate, come into this world, before I am able to stand up to the day after a night’s dreaming. I run over details, snatches I remember, amazed at the different masks the same life wears. The unmasking is told too, but decrypting remains arduous. I was told, once, at a Buddhist retreat, that issues of the unconscious must be dealt with within the unconscious. Preparing to re-immerse, a racket erupts on the roof. Dragged across the jagged edges between waking and sleeping. Bruised, I get up.
monkey mind awake
bleak winter day erases
“Haste is useless with the idea-horse and mind-monkey, so take off your baggage someplace deep within dreamland.”
Song Dynasty poet Zhu Yi 朱翌 (1098–1186 CE)
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