Kubonismo©

I am suffering…. for some reason or another

the Four noble truths:

1. suffering - I am suffering…

2. the origin of suffering - I am suffering because of my clinging

3. The cessation of suffering - I must remove my clinging to remove my suffering

4. the way leading to the cessation of suffering - I can remove my clining thus removing my suffering by following the eightfold path….

The noble eghtfold path: right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfullness and right concentration

Now about my suffering… Because i am alive i suffer, and I suffer because I am longing and clinging to a concept, memory, thing, person, or place. The same source that brings suffering brings joy and beauty to life. Sometimes you experience a thing of beauty and you do not want to let go, even though deep within you you know that it should belong to someone else. I’m talking about the inpiration for poets and song writers… the thing that breaks down even the strongest of the strong. It makes them seem like masochists.. like moth drawn to the fire… the beauty that smolders and consumes… But this is all ego.. sometimes the ego is so strong that i believe i am real. I am not a complete truth, and i am not a fallacy, i am just am… If i follow the noble truths and remove my suffering, i must remove the clinging of the mind, i must let go…. and follow the eightfold path, then the suffering will just be but a memory… But it is so hard to let go… to let go. I tell myself, that which does not belong to me should belong to someone else. true. But the truth hurts, that is why there is poverty, the ego becomes greedy.. But to really care and love means to let go.. to let be. But so sweet and wonderful is the blade that cuts through my flesh since it reminds me that i am indeed alive and the flesh is still present, the hunger pangs felt sometimes is so better than the satiation of the soul. Siddharta how do you do it? Letting go… getting a glimpse of what JC was talking about before that last breath. such sweet sorrow.

-Ego-