Chicken Licken

Correspondent 29 September 2002 1 minute read

The first time I encountered T. Blues "Standing on a hill. His balls rattlin' like click clacks in the wind. A true desert mystic; he rolled his eyes back and let out a mighty cry."

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Anonymous · 24 years ago
dem bones dem bones dem dry bones
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So to discover whether there actually is or is not something beyond this anxious, guilty, fearful, competitive existence, it seems to me that one must have a completely different approach altogether. The traditional approach is from the periphery inwards, and rough time, practice and renunciation, gradually to come upon that inner flower, that inner beauty and love - in fact to do everything to make oneself narrow, petty and shoddy; peel off little by little by little; take time; tomorrow will do, next life will do - and when at last one comes to the centre one finds there is nothing there, because one's mind has been made incapable, dull and insensitive. Having observed this process, one asks oneself, is there not a different approach altogether - that is, is it not possible to explode from the centre?