The Art of Flow

in the Being of Now

is the Essence of Zen to me…

i suppose the first time i find IT

is in Tennis.. with a backboard and me..

racquet and ball.. becoming One CREATIVE Force

of action in Being Flow of Now…

And no.. of course no lessons for me..

the way i curve the ball backhanded

is a constant accommodation

for a fragile and weak right wrist…

i read a book named ‘The Zen of Zombie’

at Barnes and Nobles yesterday..

and the metaphor there is

that almost anything can be transformed

into Zen ART in life

when the form becomes CREATIVE essence of action

instead of rules and instructions and such as that…

Zombies go for brains and that’s all they do..

HA!ha! relentlessly

without care..

of what the living thinks

is in accord with the Social Norm.

People ask me.. particularly my wife..

why do I need 5 or 6K photos

of me nude

to practice my art

of what i do

in New Renaissance

Male Nude ART..

But what ‘they’

don’t FULLY

realize NOW

is IT is a Zen Art

with no means to an end at all

for what IT is as just is….justice for me…:)

And my poetic expressions

are the same..

sometimes

a blog post

is 66 words

and sometimes it is 12K..

depending on wHere ZEN Art takes me

in the PRESENT OF NOW…

BUT where i disagree with Buddhism and Zen.. in general..

is the suggestion that desire.. sexual nature.. emotions.. and human ego..

are goals to escape for they are LIFE GIFTS in the Present as Nature gifts us as is..

in moderation of course for NOW…

Yes all these CAN BE ZEN ART TOO..

when practiced by the director and producer of i of I ego

with Spirit! of EMOTIONAL AFFECT IN TOW.. AS WELL…

i equate Mother Nature True with GOD..

as after ALL IT IS

True Master whether

‘we’ can see that or not…

My 94 year-old Aunt Jettie

teaches me a most valuable lesson

before she passes away and that is the Spirit

or EMOTIONAL AFFECT OF LIFE need not die in old age…

i at 47.. precisely half her age.. so weak in Emotional Affect of Spirit

that a smile means nothing to me..

a Secret Inner Joy

that is no longer me..

and without emotions

even my memory of a belly laugh

is nowhere to be found…

And truly then.. watching her at less than 5 feet and 90LBS

of crippled body moving though distance and space

with the TRUE JOY OF STILL living NOW..

while i then with no Emotional Spirit of AFFECT IN strength

can still lift 500LBS with legs then that are only muscle

with no AFFECT of EMOTION

to support a REAL FEELING OF STRENGTH.

It is Love of Life in NOW and EMOTIONALLY

connecting to others that counts…

And YES.. the reason

i can leg press 900LBS now..

is the Grinch.. has a heArt that is alive

instead of dead

IN LIGHTED LIFE…

And i for one take it all in.. like a breath of fresh air..

through all of what some folks call dirty.. perverted..

and mindless activities for non-logical ‘fools’.. at times…

But to escape thought that captures anxiety and stress

in abstract construct way..

AND Live A LIFE OF

CREATIVITY FEELING JOY

FOR THE GIFT OF BEING HERE

FROM HEAD TO TOE FLOW NOW..

is the way my cat..

Yellow Boy.. lives his life too…

He IS my teacher along with my Aunt..

to be BOTH Survivor and Lover

as one Integral Force

of Human Being…

i look to Nature for my answers..

 Sometimes the Truth can be Hard to take…

But the Truth is WORTH HARD to me..

every day of every NOW..

in a perfection of practice

in the DANCE OF Life

that never is

goal of perfection..

as a way of life…

I’ve been looking

for some way

to say this in a blog post

in relationship to that book

that inspires me last night..

The first woman with

Asperger’s Syndrome

who sees me

for what I AM

in true intent..

when almost

everyone on the Internet

seems to want to get my goat..

truly inspires my way out

of Human Hell

at the original point..

of someone who just says

Fred you are OK, AS IS…

The entire passage verbatim

on the right hand column of my Blogger Blogs..

is precisely the casual conversation ‘we’ have

in a Facebook message.. per my part..

back in the end of February 2013…

There is no encouraging word

of appreciation in tolerance

and acceptance for a

Human Nature

that is ever too small…

Sometimes folks do not

reciprocate appreciation

for that back…

But i for one..

feel blessed to have

anyone at all understand me..

As i for one.. spend years in total isolation..

with nary anyone.. not even myself.. to reciprocate that…

Thank You..

Fred

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