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first flush diversion

just as the gardener uses a first flush diverter in the collection of rainwater, so too does the meditator when initially applying the brake of meditation. as the brake of restraint is applied, the numerous conceptual effluence ejects forward in a brilliant display of conceptual reflections of the sensory objects, and these reflections are then impressed upon perception, where perception recollects permutations of these… various elaborate displays, as dreams may emerge. perception, consuming the energy may lead to a depletion of neurotransmitter pools… this then starves perception, and starves the meditator of energy to recollect the application of the brake… executive function is lost, the meditation destabilizes, as the flying wing of absorption requires a high speed loop of sense to track the inertial frame of conceit’s grasp on the flow and the inverted grasp of the pitch, the black, between, the box’s walls, whereby the cat is beyond dead, beyond alive…

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in the collection of rainwater, there is a device, called a first flush diverter. this device allows the initial debris swept up by the flow of rain to divert away from the collecting pool. just as the gardener bears witness to the rain sweeping debris through the diverter, the meditator initially applying the brake of renunciation, of revulsion, of application, bears witness to mental proliferation’s display. here the meditator, as a monkey aware, sees the catcher come… the meditator’s courage to bear the fruits of mental proliferation is proportional to the brake of renunciation..

the vivid displays of conception effluent from perception splatter as a painter of the utmost ability, and this ability only increases as perception is immersed in concentrative abilities, as the movements and clarity of wisdom arms perception with the ability to replicate and create… a double edged sword…

the application of the brake, applied at the right amount of energy, in response to the energy consumed by the other factors, and by perception, by the complexity of energy used in perception’s weaving of a conceptual display…

may lead to tiredness, or with the lack thereof, of anxiety…

the management of this is as a tender to a flame

where the advanced meditator builds optimal arrangements for the consumption of fuel, air, and heat… for the burning off of these effluents, in order to peer within and observe the phenomena of the heaps…

in the narrow gaps between phenonema, this vast, and empty space, the “between”, the inter-est, the between to be… this is a manifold, an inertial frame, dragging by the mass of energy exchange of this very activity, the flame, is exactly its own trap… the next “moment”, momentless, a reflection of its prior coming and going… tatha gatha…

flushing conceptualization from perception, is an aspect of meditative equipoise, and it is an effort to arrive at a perception so succinct, so summarizing, so sharp that a moment, nudges directly at realization, at liberation, for the benefit of all beings

the entirety of being, undistracted by self, by other, by we, by they, by brand, by party… reorients phenomena to liberation

and… beyond the three times… it is exactly liberated

beyond always, beyond never, beyond alternation, beyond negation of all permutative distribution

“you turned the jaded into new… come fill my senses up with [other-view]… there wouldn’t be”you turned the jaded into new… come fill my senses up with [other-view]… there wouldn’t be <s|c>ens<e|or>s without [other-view]…” the nectar of amrit… death process… the guardian of the gate… is exactly aperture… not self… not other… the quality of aperture… the power of its opening and closing… entropy management… of neurotransmission.

that concludes the talk of the initial flush diversion of meditative braking.

the talk of yanas, of vehicles will continue to be, is the fact, and was the teaching of limitless awakened beings… and just as it was, just as it is, it will be… the first gimbal concerns not with yana… as the first gimbal is for stabilizing upright, as a gyroscope stands upright.. and here, upright, ardent, as a flame, the meditator burns, calm, cool, in the heat of samsara’s distributions, managing entropy to live with minimal work, in order to minimize distractions of moving the coals to power the stabilization’s goal.

and just as it will be, just as it is, just as it was… beyond the temporal… beyond atemporal… an entirety of time, an entirety of space, an entirety of permutation, an entirety of… mass/energy exchange… limitless… yet…

the dharma eye sees…

hello mara…
hello brahma…
hello devas…
hello asuras…
hello animals…
hello hungry ghosts…
hello demons…

hello world|s>
a single voice
shouts, the lion’s roar…
”taking the time… away from me,” the devas sing
”i see through you…”
”warm sound”
”falling slowly”
”take the time… away from me…”
”warm sound”
”feeling lonely”
”taking the time… away from me…”

taking, buffer loop, time,
c^2… away… gone… gone… gone beyond
from… conceited views… from ignorance, from self-view,
”they can tell me, what they can’t see”
you see, other view?
it doesn’t stop.

this boat departed long ago,
limitless is time, yet not eternal,
for time, is exactly impermanent,
worlds end brahma… worlds end…
congratulations… it’s not as if you didn’t see this coming,
you just, other-view, ignored the signs… pleasure…

”anyone who ever loved…”
the incense stick burns,
the rain of wisdom falls,
consummate, the knowledge of liberation and release.
steeped in the tea, flavored with the salt,
of neurotransmission,
the kalaedoscope turns,
the flower…

mahakashyapa…
drunk on poetry
is not self.

sayonara!
samsara!