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June 2009 
What if?
Posted on Jan 4th, 2008
by 
Little Big O
Little Big O
-What if this earth were perfect? What if we really looked deeply at this notion of being sinners that has infected our cultural paradigm for several thousand years in the West, and which now gets camouflaged in Buddhist, Hindu, Native American, Atheist, Agnostic garb, what if we shit-canned it and came back to life, this life, the one with muddy snow melting here on the Front Range, a flattened can lingering over a street drain, bears rooting through trash and embraced it all as a unitive movement whose beauty surpasses and defies any preconception we might have of how things Should be?
What if we came to the way of how this world does and undoes itself with rapt, quiet, relaxed attention, embracing our own selves at last, and our nuclear bombs, depleted uranium already in the clouds, our plans for conserving nature, this quest for "salvation" and just embraced it all?
What if our curiosity could somehow be bigger than "I wonder how I could fix or heal this?" and we became open to the gift of it all, including the gift of our own undoing - individual, national, planetary, star system?
What if we came naked to this moment, willing to feel it until even the contraction of our self that thinks that it's perceiving something other is relaxed, and then we can feel at last how we too are carried about by great tides.?
What if we embraced our role here on this planet as beings with a tremendous and neglected capacity for joy, for celebration, instead of being the fixers and improvers? What if we became more curious about joy, became conspirators for joy, for deliciousness, for inviting ourselves to multiply orgasmic ordinariness to the point that we could feel our entire universe coming, from our toes, our genitals, our hearts, our minds, our earlobes - BOOM! shugga-shugga....BOOM!
What if we knew that someday this whole paradigm is going to go clusterfuck like a Redwood suddenly crashing to the forest floor, nutrients for the next line-up at the eternal feast? And to know that we are part of something that enjoys and devours all forms, all certainties, to know that we too can sidle up to the feast and have our place and our plate rightly?
What if we came to know perfection and that the only thing that could ever keep us from it is the notion that what we are and what the world is could ever being anything less or other, as if somehow the human mind and our activities had escaped the same laws that cause everything else to be just-so?
What if we came to the way of how this world does and undoes itself with rapt, quiet, relaxed attention, embracing our own selves at last, and our nuclear bombs, depleted uranium already in the clouds, our plans for conserving nature, this quest for "salvation" and just embraced it all?
What if our curiosity could somehow be bigger than "I wonder how I could fix or heal this?" and we became open to the gift of it all, including the gift of our own undoing - individual, national, planetary, star system?
What if we came naked to this moment, willing to feel it until even the contraction of our self that thinks that it's perceiving something other is relaxed, and then we can feel at last how we too are carried about by great tides.?
What if we embraced our role here on this planet as beings with a tremendous and neglected capacity for joy, for celebration, instead of being the fixers and improvers? What if we became more curious about joy, became conspirators for joy, for deliciousness, for inviting ourselves to multiply orgasmic ordinariness to the point that we could feel our entire universe coming, from our toes, our genitals, our hearts, our minds, our earlobes - BOOM! shugga-shugga....BOOM!
What if we knew that someday this whole paradigm is going to go clusterfuck like a Redwood suddenly crashing to the forest floor, nutrients for the next line-up at the eternal feast? And to know that we are part of something that enjoys and devours all forms, all certainties, to know that we too can sidle up to the feast and have our place and our plate rightly?
What if we came to know perfection and that the only thing that could ever keep us from it is the notion that what we are and what the world is could ever being anything less or other, as if somehow the human mind and our activities had escaped the same laws that cause everything else to be just-so?
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what if I told you that I know EXACTLY what you are talking about? at least I think I do…
and what if I said that the only thing stopping us all from being there now are our own doubts and fears?
How do you convince people they really are good inside, when the whole world tells them they were born sinners? How do you convince people that the unknown doesn't have to be so frightening, that we don't have to understand the miracles in order to appreciate them? How do you let them know that it is our attempts to control the world that has fucked it up so bad, and if they'd just stop trying to change things and influence people, a natural order would emerge, a new/old system that really works???
What if I told you that the trick is not convincing anyone else or ourselves that we are good inside, but to schnorkalate on into our own sweet deliciousness with lascivious tongue eager & willing to taste it all, not only the joy but the sorrow, not only the bliss but the freaked-out fear, not only the peace but the part of us that would love to fill some assholes on a grand scale with what they've got coming to them? What if we came back to the ape, looked back in the mirror and said, “Hey mofo, you lost a lot of hair but you still are one crazy, bad-ass APE! These are our woods, even the ones we've erected out of steel and concrete, this is our homeland, our planet. And then we all of a sudden get more curious. We become the hunters and the gatherers of a modern age. Willing to grab our spears and surf into the stock market, the international cartels, willing to set up multinational corporations, buy politicians, etc., i.e. to play FULL OUT! to quit sniveling on the fucking dungheaps of history and to make a beautiful day. To make big-ass LOVE to somebody and the world. To embrace the poetry of life. To not just give some homeless person a buck, give a poem, give a ride to a sumptuous meal, give her a laugh, a flirtation, a thrill!
And it's all good, darling. All of it. When I just try to wrap my mind around the notion that carbon and all the denser elements only emerge out of collapsed star systems gone supernova, then I see your friendstacy picture on this blog and I marvel at how beautiful, how sumptuously playful even the simplicity of this exchange, or calling Bush and Cheney the pompous-ass shithooks that they are, is. And in the midst of the earnestness of it all I know that the gay charade of seriousness gets seriously subsumed on the rolling waves of a super-cosmically perverse sense of curiosity and delight extrusionating its mighty No-Self through it all.
And whether you pick up the peace sign, pick up the gun, or fall asleep on your power-lounger with the remote in your hand and a subtle slurry of drool creeping out of the corner of your mouth, I know that You and I are Beautiful even though the universe sees us not as it revels in I and I.
And when the sage looked at me and said “Know thyself,” what more could I do but roil and recoil in unmitigated laughter!
Love to you. Shockabuku!
Me naked and singing and fully feeling this delicious moment…….I find you speaking my heart song…….and the sound of it moves my soul to deep belly delighted laughter. As I have said before……….O you are just somethin else.
Indeed what if we could step forth from the mist that keeps the mind simian and breathe in some unfugged clarity…as Lewis Gilbert sorta put it, conflict at one misty level is kosmic cooperation at the next…gorgeous prose O….J xx
been trying so hard to think of something real clever to say, and all I can come up with are expletives that invoke divinity that I don't worship… LOL
but really, I just keep coming back here to read your amazing words. it can't be legal, the way reading this makes me feel, feels way too good to be allowed.
Yes, Stacy, It’s total contraband, darlin’! and it is designed to titillate and superbopalate those delicious parts of you that were designed to do just that! Call me the minstrel of your superbopaliciousness!
These words are like contraband memes, and I am smuggling them surreptitiously into your hearts and minds that they might blossom into extravagant visions of the magnificence of the world, the bodies, the adventures that we inhabit and it is time that we shed the tired old stories that empower political thugs and start to build our world anew with love AND fierceness!
just checking… your words still make me feel SO GOOD!!
Wanking to the deliciousness of these beautiful words, this contraband … ahhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Moth to the flame here….the golden finger of Satya has pointed once again to wisdom of the ages.
I don't have much to add except my gratitude that you've assembled these particular words together in this particular order and that they've touched my atoms in a most resonant manner.
Just be willing to feel it all-check!
make great unabashed monkey love-check!
and holler at the top of my lungs- check!
Cool.
Thanks for the linky, Satya. It's so rare to find another ecstatic.
Hi there, LBO!!! {waves with a killer grin you'd recognize from a hundred miles away}
Mwah,
M
Dear Satya: thanks for the kudos, man! 'preciate y'all 'preciatin”! (and gettin' off the off and back on the ON!)
Janet: thanks for your feedback
Mascha: thanks for the invite to friendship; let's make it ecstatic!
Now how's this for some BIG-TIME BOPPIN', eh O ! Way to goooooo, gorgeous–already luvin it A L L & now all this off then on phenomenon… we are already more than 7 right here on this screen-sized blogosphere & I feel the quiver of PODS a-forming !
What if … it's becoming less & less “rare to find another ecstatic ” ?
superBOPalicious !
Came back here the next morning for another tasting, including the comments by everyone.
Yes, yes, oh yes…
ah, this is my breakfast transmission. Haven't read any of your other stuff yet, Big O. Must savor this infusion first until saturation.
Hmm, now I go forth to do some banking, shopping and shit, feeling turned on high.
Yes, Victoria, let there be a pod for ecstatic ramblers - or not. It's all so out of control, I'll just drift with the flow.