I cannot forget it,
the oft-repeated message of the Sage.
The red and white stripes…what do they signify?
Some people say he looks like Hugh Grant, horn rimmed glasses and striped apparel. A solemn yet wise gaze. Who is this man?
He walks through crowds of men. Some of these men have extremely feeble torsos and jacked legs. The other half of the men have toothpick legs and phenomenally jacked torsos. This is the world he lives in. The world he explores.
Someone is looking for him. He knows it. He is somewhat aware that a book has been published using his likeness. Someone is always looking for him.
He is also looking for someone. Someone important. Someone who he has always believed in.
Waldo is his name. He does not know his last name, since he has never had one. He was born with a single name: the name Waldo.
There was a strange recurring pattern throughout Waldo’s journeys. From time to time, he observed many red and white striped objects that bore a remarkable resemblance to himself. He had a time discerning the precise meaning or nature of this anomaly. His journey never seemed to cease.
He was on the beach at Puna Mana and he looked in the water and saw a fish that looked like him, all striped, white and red
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Meaning travels through sound
Sound travels through time
Time travels through space
space travels through mind
Mind does not travel: it stays still and creates meaning.
“I am a logical thinker, forever imprisoned in the realm of the abstract.”
“Hunger is the human rudder.”
“The twinkle in her eye awakens the power of observation.”
“In life I walk with caution, patiently and apprehensively
awaiting the vicious return to the source.”
All that is true is still.
In movement, there is only illusion.
Find the truth.
My single eye has infinite corners,
blood is washing down the hard corners,
explosions of blood, confusion, and mud…
My race, age, and gender are meaningless,
it seems the world is full of bleeding threats,
feeling that everything is nothing but the sun rising.
Perspectives fall on me like broken glass,
I hope it lasts, but many people are choking fast.
I see into the mental violence of others,
exceptional silence just covers
the factional riots of brothers.
Then my view dissipates,
my crew evaporates,
a true satisfaction takes place in my inner state.
Hash snap hodgepodges manifest at earliest contemplations,
Slightest deviations; a primordial instinct, reactive to the touch.
My skin cuts open to reveal pink, reddening mush;
I can’t help but look until I find something to wrap and push,
Compression of my screaming nerves through a pinprick,
Blood levels lay flat.
Return to the earthquake of my blood’s circulation:
This is true meditation.
So say the scriptures. So says the Leader.