Niemeyer

by Miguel Reznicek in Brasilia 5/8/2010

And his name might have been spelled differently.
The fucker was amazing. He was also a Communist.
What he did with Brasilia is like the Egyptians in the pyramid era.

That's not what this is about.

We can really be here, and now, present, awake, fully doused
in complete insight for seconds at a time and every once
in a blue moon.  Or not. Or never once seeing past the noise
which is an unstoppable and overwhelming distraction.  

How not to bring pain into this.

Or fear.

Our ego is the animal behind the pain and the fear.  Behind the 
past and the future.  Always making up shit so we are scared.
Always filling our nappies with poop so we have more shit to deal with. 

And we can't take it all in for what its worth and we react to all of it.

Tolle said to set it aside and take only what is useful but can we do it?
Not a chance in hell.  

We know the answer, we know the way,  but we walk right into the
dragon's mouth.   

Fuck we're stupid.

The sad thing is we're really smart sometimes. But like Pandora's box
we cannot take our reality out and study it and say "Ahh.. now I'll change!"

We numb off and screw it again.  And again, and again.  Until the very day
we kick off.

So if this rhyme is to be any gold at all, here it is:

No rules, just meditate. Meditation, learn it. It will bring you closer to understanding

my drunken prose.

Namaste.