Blue Buddha Visions

Thoughts I have drivin' round the streets of East London in my Prius are strange I can tell you. Like i am bitin' off chunks of infinity an' puttin' them in my mouth. Ever tried to chew infinity by the light of the night of the I incredible? Well it will turn you up, spin ya round an' spit you out...and that is if you are very, very lucky. Other than that, well, welcome to my realms of madness. Yeah man, infinity and I dream the dream of the light incredible deep inside of me. Guess it must the time of year, late November and winter soon comin', winter needs to come more than ever these days what with all this talk, this chatter, this constant pontification of the world warming up, getting hotter an' hotter; means those cold north breezes on which you can feel the Arctic ice are gonna be as rare as gold in years to come.

Drivin' round with that whole kinda kaleidoscope wheelin' through my mind is, well, kinda dangerous I guess or could be...one false move round here and you could end up dead. Don't like it when the thoughts begin to spin, makes me move too quick, try to get too much done and then without realising it I take a step back and realise I am very tired. Energy so precious, so important to use it well, not just go at things all the time like a crazy china shop bull. Take a step back an' realise how tired I am...sensible if ya wanna stay in good health. Tamdin always says that that kinda busy for the sake of it activity is not good to see, that I am only driving myself closer towards death, bringing forward my own destruction. So the message is - don't try to do everything all at once.

Time of year, infinity thoughts, feelin' it inside of me, the I to the I of the light incredible. Meditatin' late at night with just the light of the moon shinin' through the open window. Maybe now an' again gettin' the faintest glimmer of the glory of what it is to be a human being on this planet. Planet earth. Alive, right now. Unbelievable. We can travel through the whole realms of space and never get close to a scene more perfect. Everything is as it is meant to be. Mantras in the morning, mantras and prayers, praise to the Buddhas, praise to those forces who watch over me. Early winter mornings when the day is clear and the sun sits low in the sky, beautiful winter sun, red rays hittin' my face as I sit there on my red chair in front of the shrine. Incense burnin', silver bowls full of water, nite light in the lamp holder. Close my eyes an' pray, mantra rate and meditate.

Last coupla days been getting the same vision of sitting in on a great Buddhist gathering somewhere deep in space and time, going on right now in the infinite Buddha realms of this universe. Gorgeous vision, faint but strong enough to make me happy. Sitting on the side of a hill with other disciples looking across the valley below. Minds full of confusion of course but that don't matter, just sitting there eyes closed and in the valley below a huge blue Buddha givin' out silent instruction, shoulders massive rounded with face and head reachin' up to the sky. Blue Buddha. Comes with medicine in the Tibetan tradition. Sitting there in my room on these mornings drinkin' in the wonder, gratitude flowin' outta me for bein' able to see such visions, however faint, weak or ridiculous they might be. Say my prayers an' slowly come out again, out of that state. End my mantras palms together at my heart. Then down for coffee and into the world. London livin'.