When the crows teach the mouse a method for helping Dumbo fly they called it "SIIGH-COLLEGE-GEE". A trick.
Tricks are tactics, a tactic is only useful in the hands of someone that recognizes the appropriate time to use it. Otherwise, even the best tactic fails due to a lack of timing.
Alan Watts described american zen as cool. I dunno. But I like to throw shit up against the wall and I would include words like poise, carefree, spontaneity, apt, adroit, free, and un-fuck-with-able.
But back on point--Expedient Methods.
I don't have one of those. I write here occasionally. I exercise. I sit. I read Zen patriarch approved & unapproved literature. I read everything I can get my damn hands on. I drink. I smoke weed. I see friends. I drink tea. I clean myself and my environs. I mess shit up and bumble through but like a drunken boxer I hit as I miss, and sometimes even a bit better. I do not take myself seriously, that is, except when I'm deadly serious. No choosing in this. The moment helps me along.
I'm not writing this for you, but for myself, cuz it helps me to have an audience. So for the moment, those of you that got this far, YOU are my expedient but you're a mob, the crowd. . .and the public en masse is NOT to be trusted. Like a bull, if you will. I will.
So with that I'll wrap this up with a question: What expedient methods are you aware of and how tattered are those precious feathers you've been walking around with like a small child with their last remaining rags of their binky blanket? What's stopping us from letting go? Why can't we fly on our own?
Submitted August 14, 2016 at 02:23AM by GTFO-STFU http://ift.tt/2b6zvDC
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