"How do I become enlightened?" asked the Student of his aged Guru, a gnarled and wizened personage of indeterminate gender. Sitting in padmasanam on top of a large boulder, on top of a high mountain, at first the nut-brown gnarly one treated the question with the stupefied silence it deserved...
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I first met D in 1989 when I started working for IBM in the Public Affairs team. As a newly arrived immigrant, it was all a bit bewildering for me: new job, new country, new people, new culture. He was a bald old coot in a rumpled suit, stinking of cigarettes,
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A thousand years ago a fat and rancid Monk, Constidius, was contemplating his impending demise. Reclining fat and sweaty in a mouldy armchair in a dank and scabrous room within a cheap and nasty brothel, Constidius folded his upper lips over his lower lip and blubbered like a baby. The Barbarians were coming!
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Facing the transformation; embracing the transformation.
Not shirking or smirking, or shunning or running.
Not faking or quaking, deriding or hiding.
Not fearing or jeering, or sulking or skulking.
Just hearing it, daring it, wearing it, sharing it.
Just loving it, having it, seeing it, being it.
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