Margoshka and the Infinite Process

Like an elastic band the pain in my mouth snaps me back to the dharma, the reality, of my fragile body in this singular moment in space time.  All my hopes and fears, all my activism and frivolity, all my sins and virtues are rendered meaningless by this dull ache.  The irony of wisdom, it pushes everything else and necessitates a new paradigm.  Like it or not physical reality is what it is, the pain, the pleasure, the dull neutral and bright neutral qualities are here and then gone. « Read the rest of this entry »