The art of painting, said Bonny, is to capture one of life’s moments on canvas. The art of living is to let those moments go.
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Tag: nirvana
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (VII)
What’s that sound? said Harlan.
That is the sound, said Blurtso, of hungerless hunger.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (VI)
What are you doing? said Harlan.
I’m meditating… on the sound of one ear twitching.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (I)
The moon is full. They say a full moon brings out the animal in you. I wonder what animal is in me? A bull, or a goat, or a parakeet? I’ve never really thought about my inner parakeet. I wonder how long it’s been trying to get out? I wonder if it’s unhealthy to keep it locked up. The world might be a different place, if we all got in touch with our inner parakeets.
“Blurtso is comfortable where he is”
I wonder if I should get up? I’m very comfortable here, though it might be more comfortable somewhere else. I suppose I’m missing some exciting things. But it’s hard to miss things if you don’t know what they are. And if I did know what they were, and was doing them, I’d miss lying in this loft. I guess the only way to enjoy something… is not to think about what you’re missing.
“Blurtso considers enlightenment”
Enlightenment is the ability to be what you already are.
“Morton’s Pond” (XXVII)
The less I am me, the more I am what I see and hear. Perhaps the moment I become nothing, I will become everything.
“Blurtso has a perfect day”
Occasionally, I free my mind to the day.
I feel the sounds, the colors, the breeze.
And I remember this day, which is every day, a lifetime.
“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XXIV)
I wonder if I should be anxious about the passage of time? I suppose every second that passes carries me closer to death, and I should try to fill every second with as much life as possible. But you can only fill what was empty to begin with, so first, I should try to make every second as empty as possible.