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Usually relegated to narratives involving memories or planning… or to feelings of confinement and compression… It’s been said by those who have plumbed it’s depths that TIME is a lubricious dimension…

When fully appreciated, Great Time is seen to be a kind of perfectly liquid, lubricious dimension—it is quintessentially ‘slippery’… This fluid quality is a central feature of ‘time’, which has been rendered more dry and friction-filled in order for us to play in [our ordinary, usual] first-level way.
Time, Space, and Knowledge‘, Tarthang Tulku, p.161

‘Lubricious’ is a seductively evocative word revealing from mind-depths unctuous, stimulating, and arousing… Ken’s poem recalls for me the FEEL of my body… an interconnecting net of live nerves, a ‘FEEL OF THE (body) FIELD’ when time is not at odds with my intentions and assumed positions.

At least one good time to FEEL time is upon awakening to the dawn… the opening to light, before the urge to construct meaning takes hold… just before the forgotten comes to you… there, at the onset of an instant…

By Ken McKeon

Essences, beauty waters, geishas
Chiming in like gentle rain,
Rain just heard as silence is,

An hour or so
After early breaking light
Has eased into a fullness,
Dawn born,

A staggering break of day,
Cloud wreathed come shock of light.
Cloud irradiation, cloud bloom burst,
Cloud rapture, bird song shout out
High pitched towering cumulative bright cloud soar…

There can be no doubt in vanishing ecstasy,
None at all,
But still, some kind of recovery makes sense,

Soft talk, laziness, the relaxing of the senses,
Bathing, drying, applying lotions,

Essences pleasing to the skin,
The depths of the skin,
Yes, it’s in doing so
That unsuspected youth returns,
Just so,
And the morning, later now, can begin again.

About David Filippone

For more than 25 years I’ve been a 'student' of the Time, Space, Knowledge vision (TSK), not a teacher. And I write from an inquiring student's perspective neither proclaiming nor declaring. I figuratively sit in awe at the feet of a master, Tarthang Tulku Rinpoche. For the past 12 years, my personal TSK guide has been Jack Petranker, Director of the Mangalam Research Center for Buddhist Languages, and the Center for Creative Inquiry (CCI), past dean of the "Tibetan Nyingma Institute", and author of "When It Rains Does Space Get Wet?", "Inside Knowledge", and other TSK related books and articles... I've also received TSK instruction from the late, Carolyn Pasternak of the Odiyan Retreat Center... As a volunteer for the past several years, I've been curating the often TSK focused, CCI Facebook page at...
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