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Buddha Ancient-Rock and Buddha Talks-a-Lot
Are sitting in a tin machine.
Buddha Talks-a-Lot to Buddha Ancient-Rock
Reveals secrets unknown, unseen.
Wise Ancient-Rock talks
Through Talks-a-Lot
Without uttering word or sound.
Oh, Old Ancient-Rock
Lets his wisdom talk
In the silence most profound.
Meaning and truth
Eminate when known
From the old sage-man
Or the chatty gnome.
Talks-a-Lots words
From wisdom take birth
As the songs of the birds
And chattering creatures of Earth.
When seeing two old men,
One babbler, one drone:
They’re two Bodhisattvas
Both saying Om.
I wrote this one on the bus one night when I saw these two old guys sitting on adjacent seats. One guy was talking incessantly despite the fact that the other was sitting with his forehead resting on the back of the seat in front of him, never once looking up at his chatty friend. I had been studying a good bit of Buddhist philosophy. According to Buddhists, everyone is already "Buddha" (meaning, we are all enlightened... but we just don't understand it yet. To reach "enlightenment" is to fully realize and understand all the truths that are encompassed within the wisdom of the Boddhistavas -one who is enlightened- which was in us all along), so this is a little poem about the moment when the philosophical theory makes itself truly understood. Its like, when someone tells you a piece of wisdom which you have not yet experienced, it sounds really stupid and you're like "Well, that kind of makes sense, I guess, but what's the big deal" and then you finally experience it and something in your head clicks and you go "Aaaaah... thats what that crazy old weirdo was talking about...". This is one of those.
To explain the names I give these two fellows on the bus: some Buddhists like to give temporary names to people that are based on their current Buddha-nature. Meaning the nouns and adjectives placed in the names will have some relation to their personality and their position in their Buddhist devellopment.
Om is the sound of the Universe... all of the sounds of everything, combined into this peaceful serene vibration that sounds sort of like the sound of your voice when you intone "Om" and hold it. Its more effective when you're doing it with a room full of monks. This may not make much sense to those who have not studied Buddhism and for that I apologize. NOW GO OUT THERE AND STUDY BUDDHISM.
Buddha Ancient-Rock and Buddha Talks-a-Lot
Are sitting in a tin machine.
Buddha Talks-a-Lot to Buddha Ancient-Rock
Reveals secrets unknown, unseen.
Wise Ancient-Rock talks
Through Talks-a-Lot
Without uttering word or sound.
Oh, Old Ancient-Rock
Lets his wisdom talk
In the silence most profound.
Meaning and truth
Eminate when known
From the old sage-man
Or the chatty gnome.
Talks-a-Lots words
From wisdom take birth
As the songs of the birds
And chattering creatures of Earth.
When seeing two old men,
One babbler, one drone:
They’re two Bodhisattvas
Both saying Om.
I wrote this one on the bus one night when I saw these two old guys sitting on adjacent seats. One guy was talking incessantly despite the fact that the other was sitting with his forehead resting on the back of the seat in front of him, never once looking up at his chatty friend. I had been studying a good bit of Buddhist philosophy. According to Buddhists, everyone is already "Buddha" (meaning, we are all enlightened... but we just don't understand it yet. To reach "enlightenment" is to fully realize and understand all the truths that are encompassed within the wisdom of the Boddhistavas -one who is enlightened- which was in us all along), so this is a little poem about the moment when the philosophical theory makes itself truly understood. Its like, when someone tells you a piece of wisdom which you have not yet experienced, it sounds really stupid and you're like "Well, that kind of makes sense, I guess, but what's the big deal" and then you finally experience it and something in your head clicks and you go "Aaaaah... thats what that crazy old weirdo was talking about...". This is one of those.
To explain the names I give these two fellows on the bus: some Buddhists like to give temporary names to people that are based on their current Buddha-nature. Meaning the nouns and adjectives placed in the names will have some relation to their personality and their position in their Buddhist devellopment.
Om is the sound of the Universe... all of the sounds of everything, combined into this peaceful serene vibration that sounds sort of like the sound of your voice when you intone "Om" and hold it. Its more effective when you're doing it with a room full of monks. This may not make much sense to those who have not studied Buddhism and for that I apologize. NOW GO OUT THERE AND STUDY BUDDHISM.