The Immersion Paradox

The Immersion Paradox

Measure for Measure


Endless regress of the missing moment
We tune out filter avoid

Run away from

Noise and white noise and buzz and boom
For if we don’t we fold up —

If we don’t we succumb

To that which is not relevant to being
Like dusty animals in the desert searching

For π

Opening ourselves up to the all
We open ourselves up to that noise
That static beat and whomp and flow

Of third-rate minds and fourth-rate
Play by play

To be Zenish to ride the Taoist wave
Is to coast with some Dharma —

But Dharma includes all

All means the center is everywhere
I want  some things off stage


— by Douglas Pinson


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