We Are Killing Life Love Spirit Silent Spaces Where Love Abides

We Are Killing

Life Love Spirit

Silent Spaces

Where Love

Abides

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Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā

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OM

Worldly lies

Propaganda 

Theory does not allow 

Silent spaces

Where what matters 

In life abides

The sweet spot

Here we find 

Within ourselves 

Silent spaces 

Where insight 

Consciousness 

Wisdom

Empowerment

Transformation 

Emerge

We can't think our way 

To silent spaces

Materialistic

Secular religion

Modernism 

Postmodernism

Believes freedom 

Can be found

Reason 

Critical 

Theory

Only way forward 

Is to change ourselves 

Through that

Others see new open spaces 

Secondary conditions necessary 

For them to feel confident 

They're not stepping into an abyss

Or if they are

They will not fall

First we change ourself 

The greatest task 

We face in life

Second 

It is only through love 

We accomplish this task

Theory is devoid of love 

Great problematic 

Academia

Place Spirit life dies 

Bound by the limitations 

Reason grammar 

As Dylan says

"Colleges are like old-age homes, except for the fact that more people die in colleges."

 

Tell me 

Can any critical theory

Show us love

Trapped in prisons

Which strangles 

Silent spaces

Filling them with nonsense

Suffocating 

Distant from needs

Of those suffering

We worship 

Delusions

Ship of Fools

We believe  

We are

Progressing

Future Utopia

Nonsense 

Our attempt 

Belief 

We can explain anything

Big part

What is killing us

The idea of a future Utopia

Is what seeds

Our ignorance

Keeps us from 

Present moment 

We stare out of our

Self Created cages

We think the door locked

But it's open

We simply can't see

What freak animal we are

We fail to see our limitations

Until we see our limitations

We will be unable to abide in

Silence spaces

Stillness Love 

Only here will we find

That which benefits 

The illusion of

Self and other

Here we abide 

In the dream

In limitations lies freedom

Seaks the I Ching 

Without limitations 

Like Icarus

Soaring to the sun 

Our wings of love melt

We fall in the abyss

Of suffering 

Needless to say 

These great brilliant theorists 

With their great egos 

Believing they explained it all

Miss what matters 

Most in life

We are no different 

When we 

Immerse ourselves 

In theory to a fault

The silent spaces 

Love compassion

Stillness 

Is killed

It is here 

With our thinking 

No thinking

Modernism 

Postmodern

Nihilism

What matters

Slips through our hands

Like ashes of bones

Falling through our fingers

Human folly

Forgive them

For they know not 

What they do

Our attempt to theorize

Even explain 

Lies at the root of our problem 

Fallible humans beings

We are blind to see 

We should appreciate 

Theory

Not denigrate it

Recognizing its limitations

It s limited in the realm of love

Realm of that which gives life meaning

In the freedom

If limitations 

We Soar 

Benefitting 

Self 

Others

This is relevant

All activity of being 

Which intends 

To benefit others

Yet we must recognize 

Just the in

Making this attempt 

Is a great victory

It is in the failure

In the mistakes 

We will find our way

It is that which keeps us 

From falling 

Into the beast

Bowels of nihilism

Silence spaces 

Of poetry

There abides true

Learning, empowerment transformation 

Modernism postmodernism

Philosophy theory 

Ultimately fail

Deeper we go

Into the sea of being

We then feel despair

Believe we can do nothing

Our blinders

Our lack of love 

Self others

We should love the mistakes

Only do we learn

With mistakes

Key is making different

Mistake

No the same

Mistakes

Repeatedly

We must love 

Not despise 

What we have aversion

Towards in life

Gateway on our path

Door must be opened 

Leading with courage 

Ending of suffering

Arise Arise Arise

Leave the prison of language 

Leave the prison of reason 

Leave behind postmodern nihilism

Shadows on the cave walls

Thinking forced doing

Not real 

Pulling us

Fast tracked

Towards

Death

Oblivion 

Only poetry 

Speaks the heart

Al aspects of being 

We do not need the term privilege

Yet if we must privilege

Privilege poetry

Thinking 

 

Theory  

Intellect 

Untethered

Grounded

Materialism

Nihilism

It can't let go

We must let go

Or we fall into the

Abyss of suffering 

Dead end street

Are delusions are like a

Beautiful dazzling car 

We want drive it where we're going 

First we are lost 

We have no clue where we are going

We think we're moving in this

Dazzling car

Truth is

Car has no gas 

Tires flat

We think car perfect 

As we go nowhere 

Riding our theories to oblivion

Until we approach death 

Until We arrive at deaths store

Realizing what mattered most

All our attempts 

Believing we are 

The supreme human 

Secular religion

Ends up explaining

Nothing 

Failed

We die

Elephant in the room

How we flee

Gagging on materialism 

Until our world dies

Has anyone benefited

Maybe we need to look deeper 

Decenter ourselves 

Reflect deeply

Grounded in love 

Free from traps

Crutches

Which do not 

Even help us walk 

Perhaps it is here 

We'll find 

True problematic 

Not linear

Look at 

World 

Horror 

Before our eyes

Unintended 

Consequences of theory

Humans believing

We kill our way to peace

Never will happen

Challenge of theory 

Implicit within theory 

That which theorizes

Attempts in vain 

Understanding

Over time 

It fails

Every 

Time

Our great problematic 

Is first reason 

It's worship 

Our great problematic 

"Postmodernism"

Seductive nihilism 

Not a moving forward 

Actually a moving backwards

Both ironically 

Happen at the same time

Perhaps we can even say

There is no forward

Backward

Trapped in reason 

Non-reason 

Language 

Believing we know all

Moving forward 

Dead end path

Progress is a lie

Do we believe 

We have created

What we need 

To end human suffering

Do we really have the arrogance

That we are the supreme Gods 

Who can change the world

We cannot change ourselves

Idea of suffering

Another cause 

Further suffering

How we cling 

Trying to understand

Created double suffering

Prometheus

Blinded by fire

Believing it more valuable

More valuable

Than love

Living 

Lies

Shock and Awe

With Prometheus

We find new gods

Science technology 

Big Displays 

Materialistic power

False guides

Propaganda

What do we find

When we look 

At the present

It's problematics

We have created 

Causes for something 

Way worse 

Than what we've 

Experienced 

All we hate

Our attempt to access 

What is of most value in life 

Our grand theories 

Our theories 

Criticizing grand theories 

Unintended consequences

Are complete failure 

In being loving

If we are honest 

With ourselves

Theory believes it sees

Meanwhile it is blind

Endless philosophical 

Attempts to explain all 

And bring about 

Human happiness

Worthless

Propaganda 

Wittgenstein

Spot on

What do we see

Linear progress

Where are we going

Our effort in life

To help others

Who are we helping

Are we helping ourselves

At the end of our days

Breathing our last breath

Will theories help us

We can grab onto these theories 

All we want 

Cinging like someone drowning

They only have value 

To degree we

Recognize limitations

Language in its prison grammar

Unable to make this step

We all need the medicine

Poetry

From which

All arises

Grammar ties us down

We live in a jail

Self Created

We cannot soar

In chains

Bound gagged

Conditions life  

Planet die

Suffering 

Increases

Maybe it is time to look for a new way

It attempting to look for a new way

There will be great opposition

It is this great opposition

That in part

Legitimates this attempt

We ultimately fight things we fear

Our theories 

Originate

In fear 

Bound 

We are Beaten 

Whipped 

Abused

By our

Self Created

False gods

We grab for theories

Yet we only fall further

I think it's time for new way

I think it's time to be courageous

I think it's time we said 

The false gods

Propaganda

Must go

Let it all go

Watch it fade

Rear view mirror

We base our lives 

Upon false appearances

We look And think we see

Do we see

What is it 

We are seeing

In seeing 

There should be 

Silence spaces

We are killing these spaces

Where true freedom abides 

Our theories

Reasoning 

Never shut ups

We throwup lies

Unable to listen

Silent Spaces

What makes life

Worth living 

Obscured

In Silence spaces

What matters arises

Not doing is doing beyond doing

Spontaneous love compassion

Emerges from within

Non dualistic 

Cannot think our way 

To the abiding place of

Love that liberates 

What I speak of

Is the hardest practice of life

If our parents raised us

Feeding us theory 

Breakfast lunch and dinner

We eould would blow chunks

Vomit nonsense

Fitting no one

We spend our lives

Mainlining worldly lies

Junk sickness

Creating

More suffering

Ourselves

Others 

True ethics

Arising naturally

Problematic of being

Suffering

Death we fear shaking 

Terrified of truth 

Impermanence

Which actually 

I our best friend

Who we denigrate

While they say

We only want to love you

Help you

Listen 

Silence spaces

Let's put down our cell phones

Ww obscure ourselves 

Perhaps We should 

Return to 

Silent spaces

What is it we intend

What our seed 

Grow into love for all

As to our beliefs

Are there unintended

Consequences 

Chains of worldly lies

Which hurl us 

Into the abyss

Nihilism 

Quit trying to understand

Understanding

Is greater suffering

Be

In

Stillness 

Answers

Arise 

Spontaneously

How hard for me

For all of us

Even if we can't get 

Abide yet in Silent spaces 

Our actions feel in vain

Even if we are sisyphus

In my view

This struggle

Only war

Worth waging

With the weapons

Loving kinding

Compassion

Benefiting all

In all of human history

Not once has hated lead to peace

Look at the world

This is self evident

We can't hate our way to peace

How we need food for our body

What are we eating

Worldly junk food

Spirit nourished

With love compassion 

Permeating all

Spirit

Material

Being

Non being

Throw it out

Make it compost

Gardens

Blossoming

Loving kindness

Compassion 

Happiness

We all need to be loved

To love others

In the Silent spaces

All spontaneously

Arises

Love is not weak

Milk toast

Love is strength

Undying unconditional

Growing into flowers

Love has already won

Our own inner propaganda

Won't shut up

Won't listen

Believing

Worldy

Propaganda 

As Dylan says

"All the truth in the world 

adds up to one big lie"

Everything we cling to 

Push away

False worldly beliefs

Propaganda

We dine in a meal

Of lies and we ask

Why are we hungry

Why are we sick

In this illusory

Passing

World 

How fearfully we cling

Thoreaus

Quiet desperate suffering

How We cling

Reason 

Language

Modernism

Postmodernism 

Theory

Vomits up

What it believes

Jewels and diamonds

Yet it is nothing 

But a mound of corpses 

Reaching beyond 

Limits of of the seen

As We fall into nihilism 

And Nietzsche weeps

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Have we had enough dining on death

Perhaps we we should dine 

On love and compassion instead

Inviting all beings without exception

To this feast of love

Which liberated all

Until not even the worde 

Spiritual hunger

Worldly suffering

No longer

Exists

We then abide

In our true nature

Undying

Unconditional

Love

Spontaneously 

Benefiting all

Amen

Swaha

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David Arndt September 28, 2022

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Artwork Justin Whitaker