One thing you don’t often hear about Florida is all the wild fucking nature and animals. My backyard is on a canal so it can be a zoo some days, with great blue herons, osprey, turkey vultures, burrowing owls, otters, giant iguanas, jesus lizards, giant soft shell turtles, cormorants diving for fish and the usual birds, raccoons, ducks, & possums. The first time I went canoeing/kayaking it was like a religious experience. It reset my mind. It was like I forgot everything and fall into a rhythm where it all made sense. The residual feeling lasted for days.
Later, I looked at buying a kayak and a roof rack for our car. Of course first, you need to put rails on the car then the rack. And then you need to get the right paddles. It wasn’t cheap I’d have to spend almost two grand to do it right. Then I started laughing. Why is it everytime a human being has a religious experience they have to build a church or write some kinda book? Why not just merge with everything and relax? Why do we have to become experts and control everything?
Drink a good $9 bottle of wine and put on some real music. Eat some good food, enjoy yourself and other people. Get fucked. Don’t become a sommelier and start a wine collection and build a wine cellar. Just drink, eat, and enjoy. Give park ranger $18 bucks and rent a kayak for ½ a day. Or spend thousands of dollars and drag a bunch of shit around forever and join a club and online forums. Why are we such stupid boring assholes?
Maybe we’re just control freaks who have to pretend that we’re special and useful. Maybe we gotta be good or bad so we can pretend that falling in love isn’t the simplest fucking thing in the world. I guess we’re just scared and not quite ready (we’ll never be ready) Maybe it just feels good to get all tied up in knots only to come undone with so much pomp and circumstance. Or perhaps we’re just programmed to buy shit because it makes us feel good to fulfill our programming.
The point is, freedom - peace - unified consciousness - love -or whatever you want to call this deeper reality of us. It’s always available and it doesn’t require anything. That was the whole point of the buddha. You can just sit under a tree and stop.
Of course, you can claim to be god and get tortured and nailed to a tree if that’s yer kink. But it’s been done. Maybe rent a paddle boat and read poetry to the birds.
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