Or Some Such

Just as the separate frames that constitute a reel of film conjure up a continuous reality. (With this reality itself but an illusory imagining of the director, the writer, the actors.)

I recall reading of a Buddhist master who, when asked about the nature of reality, enlightenment or some such – I don’t remember the exact question – I have slept many times since then – said nothing but snuffed out a nearby candle and relit it immediately.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 19, 2016, in Not A Poem At All and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. so fortunate
    re-lit ๐Ÿ™‚

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  2. I’m sure we must be recycled in some way.

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  3. Sometimes words cannot reach…

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  4. Did you go on the galactic light ship last night?

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  5. And reading your post was just such a moment. Made me go “wow!” with the movie frame analogy…. (Plus there’s some synchronicity involved to this “wow” which I’ll save for another time…)

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