FROM THE TOUR GROUP A VOICE WAS HEARD: 
 "IF THIS IS MONDAY, SHOULDN'T WE BE IN LIGHTENED?!"
                 ______________________
 
 
 
 

Those who dismiss the idea of awakening, 
initially have a better grasp of what it’s about 
than do those trying to accomplish it. 
 
 

There is a thing that if taken to be a duty 
is burdensome & frustrating,
but if seen as sport, becomes a source of joy.
 
 

A wizard's son one day suddenly burst into 
his father’s  room and demanded of the old man: 
“How do you explain that ultimate enlightenment coincides perfectly with the final depletion of testosterone?” 
(and to himself the elder said: 
“Shouldn’t I be asking me that?!”)
 
 

There are two forms of disinterest: one is familiar, 
and steeped in anger 
while the other is from outer space,
with the sweet smell of unseen lilacs 
in the hair of a prisoner who escaped in spring.
(If you have to stop & think about this  -- 
you’re not gonna be getting’ it…. leastwise, not just now.
But don’t give up --  keep on picturing it. )
 
 

Question: Why so commonly for thousands of years have people put themselves on unsatisfying eating regimens in an effort to achieve enlightenment?
Answer: It seems absurd on the surface   --  but:
people just goofin’ around with it 
unwittingly know what they’re doing. 
The best way to make yourself keep getting aboard
a bus that you know is not going where you want to go
is to stay at least slightly, irritated.
(If you have to think about this one also, 
it will momentarily elude you --  but don’t despair; 
lean your head down, and see what your 
stomach has to say about all of this.) 
 
 

From his son’s room one night, a father heard disturbing noises, and when he looked in he saw the boy moaning and thrashing about in the throes of a dream.
He tried to awaken the lad, but found he could not.
He now felt like he was in a bad dream.
He then shook his own head violently, 
and slapped his face, but the scene did not change;
it apparently was not a dream.
He returned to the son’s room constantly,
to try and awaken him, but with the same futile results.
Then on one occasion  ---  just as he stepped through the door  --
the whole matter suddenly became clear to him.
A news story appeared in his head about a land where in 
one man was convinced that there was a great secret to be known,
but he could get no one else interested in searching for it.
Turned out that everyone but him knew the secret;
”the secret” was:
                     everyone knew the secret but him. 
 
 
 

Any woods you haven’t explored 
are larger than any you have.
Everything you haven’t investigated 
is more confusing than anything you have.
The first time you look under the hood of a car,
the scene defies comprehension,
but once you have handled & had its parts explained,
you can do your own tune ups.
Ordinary people are made to pretend that this is valid
regarding matters under the hood of their head;
that study of the intangibles therein will reveal their
nature & purpose  --  this is erroneous, 
but by so insisting, a captivating illusion is created
whereby the droplight men employ 
under their cranial hood 
begins to invent scenes it says it sees in there when the 
unrealized thing to profitably BE seen is
the droplight itself.

“Gee, Dad, this sure is a dark & mysterious garage.”
     “That, my boy, is what everyone says 
       when they first come here.”
”Gee, I never heard anyone say that before.”
      “That’s because all ordinary people who ever do 
        once come here – deny that they did, 
        and the few who understand what occured    
        realize there is nothing to be said about it.”
 
 

It is an unusual breed of explorer who discovers a 
new land, and never mentions it;
during the time they are drawing near,  they may,
but once there  ---  silence!
 

      There is nothing about the place to tell about.
 
 

     Hint: You will get there much quicker if you will 
         stop telling yourself what the place is like. 
 

                                         J