mark ty-wharton

I know where I am going
Said the snail
to the tree
I’m on a mission
there is lettuce in those woods
he slithered his silvery trail
under the moon

Let’s move him he whispered foolishly
he was still breathing wine
putting a match to him would have caused an inferno
Lord knows how he was smoking without bursting into flame

if we move him from here
and
and
put him there
he won’t know what the fuck’s happened

he prises the snail away from its trail
setting it down several yards away
giggling

it will be like the snail has done self development

it will be like his life moves exponentially from one subset of reality to another and he won’t know why

imagine if God could just pick you up in life and move you on

wouldn’t that be cool

have you read that book by Terry Pratchet she says

no

I wonder what that snail is going to think now

I know where I am going
Said the snail
to the tree
I’m on a mission
there is lettuce in those woods
and he slithered his silvery trail
under the moon

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On waking at 05:00 am and standing in the bathroom taking a leak, the shear wonder of the Universe was suddenly at hand (literally).

Looking around then at the hand a voice said “wow, amazing, this is it” and then “this is what they must all be on about, ‘I’ am enlightened” – then as ‘I’ took ownership, the magical wonder of the Universe seemed to fall away from ‘me’.

‘I’ grasped at its wonder but the more ‘I’ tried to hold onto it the further it seemed from a ‘me’ that was grasping.

The key was in the allowing – when ‘I’ am not there to grasp and there is only allowing, it’s amazing, toothbrushes are amazing the toilet is amazing, everything is still and the reflection of the face in the mirror looks much younger than forty seven.

There is a realisation that the person trying to own it’s reflection isn’t real, because something else observes the illusion of him as he struggles to accept that he isn’t needed for reality to occur.

There appear to be different forms of realisation. Buddhist, Hindu, Zen all pointing to the same, all different in their practice and explanation.

Yet why would ‘anyone’ need to get the dumb simplicity of this?

See you on the other side of the looking glass,

Mark Ty-Wharton

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So “I am” washing my hair in the shower and awareness is where senses meet – scalp meets fingers and knows fingers as fingers meet hair and knows it as hair…

Water falls upon my back – a one way street I only sense it falling on me and do not feel it from inside the water

Where are my feet?

See you on the other side of the looking glass

Mark Ty-Wharton

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