I ready The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse yesterday and its Buddhist way and gorgeous illustrations won a special place in my heart. I may try to find it at Half Priced Books. I am rereading Whereever You Go There You Are and is bringing my heart peace. Hopefully the calm will giveway to a silent joy and ensuing rapture. I am also reading the novel The Alchemist. I read some of it in front of Mohmmed yesterday and he was very interested. I seek quiet and drink tea at this time. I wait for the world to open a chapter where my Buddhist heart is welcome and free. Mr. Kabat-Zinn, please let me in. It is cold out here in the wilderness that academics have set aside for me. Your success will now be chambered, and now YOUR heart will not be free. You will have to use Tibetan Buddhist techniques to survive the winter of discontent. My cat pharaoh jumps up and wishes to agree. Zen Buddhism is a cop out. It seeks pain to move to please, not the reality of Tibetan that wishes a subject to be in pain with acceptance to eschew suffering and bitterness. My experience has gone to levels of pain that is past what just accepting will set one free. I must sit in the suffering and wait for my actual morphine in my brain to kick in and for my breath to steady my heart to a time of ceasing to beat. They have found me with no heartbeat at times. I just continue to talk and they stay calm. Be a monster to others. Be a kind being with me. be gentle and set me free. enjoy even cake and THE MOLE will grow to love you.
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