The Screwball

My latest piece of art is entitled 

The Screwball—an odd or eccentric person.

There can never be enough people like

this in my life. I find them interesting 

and for the most part highly entertaining. 

Some people might think they have a

few screws loose, but the alternative 

would be to have them tightened down.

Creativity abounds in them, which is the 

right brain stuff, depicted here in

green as opposed to the dark side 

where analytics and boredom reign.

Leaning towards the unpredictable is

what this character is doing. We just 

never know and that is always better 

than thinking we do. 

Coming and Going

The Realm of Absolute Truth does not exist

in the understanding of reality. There is no 

path to this understanding, no realization, no

awakening. There is no goal, no achievement.

All matter in the universe (if there is matter in

the universe and if there is a universe) does not

exist. For these are merely names and thoughts

and are part of what has been non-existent from

the start. There is no coming and there is no 

going, no being. Things are just as they are, etc. 

And, we call these by name. We label these. 

We venture from the absolute truth of everything

to the ignorance of everything; thinking that

everything exits, has a name, a purpose. In our

more delusional states we even want to hold on

to these in the vain hope that they are ours, 

possess some stability, can be counted on to exist

for us. We even have labels for birth and death. 

We call them birth and death. 

On our best days we say things are coming and going, 

we may claim to understand impermanence and 

embrace it. On our very best days we

do let go, accept what is, struggle 

against the habit of labeling, believing in

the existence of things which can be named.

I think, therefore I am as a conclusion

drawn from the great gift of a mind; 

a gift which is the source of so much ignorance and pain. 

There is no Truth, no Innate-Born Wisdom, no Karma, 

and no effect therefrom. Who are we now? When we die?

A current manifestation of what is, subject to change, never perishing.