Into.

metal has twisted
glass shattered

but no impact has been felt.


it has been devastating; crippling to many others who desire it.
those who long for the tires to cry.




It is all impact




all of it




but we have been extended into the air


we have stop waiting for the impact that will never come







we are advancing into the air



enjoying the lightness,
and enjoying the freedom.

Mae has a crowd

"I'm too sexy to be alone."



"Maybe."







"I don't want to be alone."



"OK."



"That sounds stupid right."



"I don't know."



"You know."



"What is this all about? You're making my milk go sour."



"It's the holiday season what else."



"All your lovers are with their lovers."



"No."



"Ok."



"Honestly I can have anyone I want."



"I know."



"But I choose because I don't want to be alone."



"Choose what?"


"I don't know."


"Right."


"I just don't like being alone."


"Happy New Year."

Love is painful because it creates the way for bliss. Love is painful because it transforms; love is mutation. Each transformation is going to be painful because the old has to be left for the new. The old is familiar, secure, safe, the new is absolutely unknown. You will be moving in an uncharted ocean. You cannot use your mind with the new; with the old, the mind is skillful. The mind can function only with the old; with the new, the mind is utterly useless.

Hence fear arises. And leaving the old, comfortable, safe world, the world of convenience, pain arises. It is the same pain that the child feels when he comes out of the womb of the mother. It is the same pain that the bird feels when he comes out of the egg. It is the same pain that the bird will feel when he will try for the first time to be on the wing. The fear of the unknown, and the security of the known, the insecurity of the unknown, the unpredictability of the unknown, makes one very much frightened.

And because the transformation is going to be from the self toward a state of no-self, agony is very deep. But you cannot have ecstasy without going through agony. If the gold wants to be purified, it has to pass through fire.

Love is fire.

It is because of the pain of love that millions of people live a loveless life. They, too, suffer, and their suffering is futile. To suffer in love is not to suffer in vain. To suffer in love is creative; it takes you to higher levels of consciousness. To suffer without love is utterly a waste; it leads you nowhere, it keeps you moving in the same vicious circle.





-osh0
love, freedom, aloneness

People are interested in sex, because sex is not risky. It is momentary, you don't get involved. Love is involvement; it is commitment. It is not momentary. Once it takes roots, it can be forever. It can be a lifelong involvement. Love needs intimacy, and only when you are intimate does the other become a mirror. When you meet sexually with a woman or a man, you have not met at all; in fact, you avoided the soul of the other person. You just used the body and escaped, and the other used your body and escaped. You never became intimate enough to reveal each other's original faces.



-osho
love, freedom, aloneness.

Lanvin is summa cum laude

"The relationship made me a liar."

"Someone as noble as you? Economical with the truth, even? I mean, I can't even get anywhere with you."

"Not much of a stretch, Monsieur. At the end of your semester--love and sex continues to drag down your GPA."

"Like a master level class of Mandarin."

"But I would do all of this depravity outside the home. I had these relationships with men. Not many, but all sexual. Some situations where I was submissive and some where I orchestrated everything, but all were me picking a poor transient way to find something authentic with the few tools I had developed for me by the people in my life. I knew I had an incredible desire to search, and I also knew there was nothing wrong with it. Authenticity wasn't anywhere in my life at the time." She said quietly. "I would then come home and be married. He would be in the living room playing his role; drink in hand and I would be dialed back in, and trying to suppress this appetite."

"An American tale."

"More than that..."

"This goes on all around the world. I think I just did this yesterday."

"This isn't as common as you think. Yes, people are searching, no question, we all are. But many stop when they are surrounded by the false distractions of life. Except for you, of course--who got a lawyer involved when they removed bear claws from this dump of a restaurant."

"I needed to be heard on that issue."

"But there is a minority that remains completely focused. They are not giving up on this class. They want to understand themselves based on their opposites, such as in people, places and things, and they are not stopping till they are completely enriched. regardless of the rules they trample."

"I never pegged you as a vigilante."

"I am now."

"That looks nice in a dress."

"Maybe."

"That doesn't follow the rules."

"Correct."

"And picks at her bear claw."

"And you claim you don't know me."

What are you doing?

The present is a million beginnings.
and inside the canopy of heaven you have got your hands on a garbage truck full of the past.

you have picked through it
you have given it too much of your mind

and easily found the coarse the sharp.




You have then lacerated yourself and stood in the mirror.

bloody, you have drag it all forward: meticulous and sure to drip on our achromatic present.

what have we done.

serve love through the lover, so that you never become attached to the lover. And when one is not attached to the lover, love reaches its highest peaks. The moment one is attached, one starts falling low. Attachment is a kind of gravitation--unattachment is grace. Unreal love is another name for attachment; real love is very detached.


Love, freedom, aloneness
-Osho

Step outside so we can talk about the weather.

step outside so we can talk about the weather

i want to be genial.

sure it is my opening act and how the audience is warmed.

it is fun

and to the distracted-- my exit is close by.

but you have charmed your way into my first floor

and I have quieted down and studied your steps.

reality curiously waits above you; waiting to come down for some tea.

But you are tired; you have thinned yourself in the material.

'step outside so we can talk about the weather'---because from here i cannot be too comforting.

not sure what my meta is for, you say.

no time to think about that, you nod

you need it direct much more.





taking ten things out of a hundred

and giving just ten to them all.



you are everywhere

but never ever aware.



let's step outside

where I can still be cordial

where you can ask for it as long as you need.

While all humans feel ashamed of weakness and afraid of rejection, our Western culture is a breeding ground for the kind of shame and self-hatred the Dalai Lama couldn't comprehend. Because so many of us grew up without a cohesive and nourishing sense of family, neighborhood, community or "tribe," it is not surprising that we feel like outsiders, on our own and disconnected. We learn early in life that any affiliation—with family and friends, at school or in the workplace—requires proving that we are worthy. We are under pressure to compete with each other, to get ahead, to stand out as intelligent, attractive, capable, powerful, wealthy. Someone is always keeping score.
After a lifetime of working with the poor and the sick, Mother Teresa's surprising insight was: "The biggest disease today is not leprosy or tuberculosis but rather the feeling of not belonging." In our own society, this disease has reached epidemic proportions. We long to belong and feel as if we don't deserve to.


-unknown

Anthony is in the gutter.

"I am a behavioural racist."



"Coffee isn't meant to be drunk after such a reckless use of a condiment."



"I am always sexually safe. It is like a code. And irregardless, sugar always says 'hello' to me...it always says hello, how are things?' You know? When no one else does."



"Of course. it makes life worth living."

"I'm just off the train I go down the stairs and out the door and this kid just got all in my way..."

"You take the southshore?"

"Blue Island."

"Dig."

"I can't get my stereo to work in my car and I hate being that alone with my thoughts, so I train in."

"Of course."

"He's got his hood up and is taking in this girl, you know? He is blocking the sidewalk and I have to almost walk into the street to get around him. He knows I'm there."

"The city keeps the gutters pretty clean."

"So I start thinking--not too much, you know, but it sets on me that I'm angry, not at him, but this fuckin' behaviour of his, right? I mean this is my own race and I got these crazy racist thoughts rollin around in my head, but it was only triggered by this mope's behaviour."

"Don't give me you've solved racial conflicts, without mentioning; the religious, social economic and political ones."

"I'm just talking about me. You can dig right?"

"Right."

"You know?"

"Right of course."

"I'm just getting this right in my own life."

"Yes of course."

Lilly Hardy

~











"That's when I told him I graduated from Brown..."

"When did you lose your virginity?"

"What?"

"When did sex leave the tiny northern town of Theory and enter the southern city of Experience?"

"Three days after the Prom."

"You were in High school?"

"I graduated early, and if you could believe I was still trying to decide what school I was going to attend. I had already..."

"Why do you act like you don't know anything about sex?"

"Why are we talking about this? I'm sexually savvy. No ones called to complain to their Congressman after sex with me. I just want someone who can keep up with me in all aspects."

"Fuck the resumes; look for chemistry and someone who is gentle. I mean don't do what I do. Women who whistle while tying their shoes can easily lose their value when I am looking for directions in a snow storm."

"How long were you lost?"

"Triple A would eventually pull us out of an embankment."

"I'm not looking for Henry Kissinger. I just want someone smart and caring and hot."

"But you are getting your tips from George Plimpton instead of Anais Nin.

"Well."

"Yea."

"I'm just glad I'm not you."

"You lost your virginity, but you're still a virgin."

"What?"

"Yea."










~

Nicholas to the stand

"This counselor is in my head." He said searching his hands for a moment. "He has always been there you understand..."





"You mean its in mine too? This is where you're leading, based on the nature of our past conversations."



"Yours as well, yes, if it dries your bed, then yours as well , but can I just say mine for the moment, you know? Just to make what I am saying easier? Just to get the fuckin' words out before I'm interrupted."



"Yea, OK. Whatever you like...I will allow it. Why the hell do you talk to me again?"

"I don't know yet."

"Of course."


"I have this person I think I am, right? This so called idea of myself, based on how this counselor has censored all of my experiences, right?



"Censored?"



"He's a counselor, right? My prom, marriage, the relationship to my Mother etc...."



"The strippers."



"Some of the strippers, yes. He has interpreted all of this so that I stay comfortable and keep him employed."



"He gets you off though, of course, you know when it comes to life's heartache. Keeps you out of trouble."



"Temporarily off. So in the mean time he has created this person who I think I am, right. I think I am a pimp, philosopher or overall admired, even though I give a good 23 percent when it it comes to life. He gets me the easy way out; with the most limited use of my intuition, right?"

"Helluva lawyer."

"Yea. But check this out; when I meet up with a real person, a authentic person, a person and or situation that has fired this motherfucka' long ago. I see another person in me, one that is untethered and new, one that's scary and free. No lawyer needed just someone to witness incredible feats. You understand what I am saying?"

"Of course."

"Right. Do you know that unstoppable force that you might use Jim Beam, sex or hatred to quiet it, because you are afraid of this person's independence. "

"Or just a little bud--just a little, when you are in the privacy of your home on a late Friday night before a friends birthday party."

"Right, of course, where's my gift?"

"Me sober."

" You know, we dull this person because we are afraid of being venerable, and instead go back to the counselor who meets us at whatever sorry degree we retreat to.You know?"

"Dig."

"Right."

"You've spoiled my appetite."

"In this restaurant's case that's good. We should leave before the Health Inspector gets here."