Kokin Gumi - Daylight

through infinite dust

in my mind- zen is to be practiced within a grossly overpopulated urban environment. reaching and maintaining a deep state of consciousness within erratic surrounding will strengthen the mind and body, exhausting the weak, and allowing the sound to transcend the tribulations of mortality.

there is so much weakness in this city .and in retrospect, the world. there is so much platitudinal production. there are so many weak words leaving wispily from mouths and minds. i am tired of requests to prove myself from people not worth a glance. of grandfathered hierarchy. i am tired of self-loathing cuckolds in grey buildings running confused agendas, whove forgotten where they stand and why they are here. forgotten who they are or who they once aspired to be. tired of watching their constitutional failings . i am becoming so apathetic toward incompetence. i am so disgusted by pavlovian reinforcement of mediocrity. mediocrity is the ugliest flattest grey, an aimless army peripherally marching to nowhere through infinite dust. i am tired, but nonetheless i am human. i close my eyes to the failures of people, but my humanity fights past my lids and lashes and out into the world. perhaps my purpose for zen is to escape the chains of humanity i bare. but if i were not tired of all these things. if not fed up and disgusted and unequivocally opposed, i would become complacent, become mediocre. there must be reference. without ugly, beauty marches nowhere through infinite dust.