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| Lone Buffalo Roams the Golf Course... |
..A day in the life...or...life in a day...As you like it...
The lone Buffalo wandered in the snow. He grazed on tufts of grass sticking up at the edges of trees. He rubbed his head against the hairy bark of a pine and grogged a throaty "AAARRRRRHHHHHH". He blew hot air through his nostrils and watched the steam issue forth in great luminescent sparkling tendrils. Reaching into the fur behind his shoulder, he produced the horn of the golden Yak. He blew some notes, and called for the FLOCKER to come forth from out of his legendary sleeping place beneath the snow. Great blasts he blew. But there was no response. The Flocker was sleeping. Trundling forth across the tundra of the Balfour Golf Course, he called upon the Great Spirit to lend strength to his call. The horn of the golden yak grew in size until it was a mighty multivalved trumpet worthy of summoning the mighty Flocker from out of his Winter slumber. The Buffalo blew many notes, but when he ceased, all remained quiet. There was no sign of the Flocker. A great Zen Breeze had shifted his presence Eastward for a time, and his essence was not to be found. The Buffalo had quaffed the last of the Navy, Screech, Morgan, Beast, humdrum, Polar, Zacapa Rum, and was on to headier stuff - Boba Fett Existentialism - Transrational Evolution - Turkey Drippinz!! "For courage mounteth with occasion", and it is the dawn of a new year - a new age of subjective co-creation of all realities - a chance to rebuild on the shoals of quiescent noetic quiddity all that dominates the infinite spheres of manifest quanitifiable existence!! The mighty Buffalo called out in gladness a great life affirming blast of strength and light for the coming of a new time of life. He giggled, burbled, and schplat with impatience. The horn of the golden Yak announced his excited contentment, as Earth and Sky rejoiced in the incessant multiplication of the inexhaustible One and unification of the indefinitely Many - Exploding Genesis within/without the entropy of a paradoxical matrix. Such are the beginnings and endings of worlds and of individual beings:expanded from a point without position or dimensions and now without any date or duration, Eternity in a grain of sand, infinity in motion among the flakes of snow drifting down from hope laden skies:
"He who through vast immensity can pierce,
See worlds on worlds compose one universe,
Observe how system into system runs,
What other planets circle other suns,
What vary'd being peoples every star,
May tell why Heaven has made us as we are.
But of this frame, the bearing and the ties,
The strong connections, nice dependencies,
Gradations just, has thy pervading soul
Look'd thro?
(-A.Pope)...
Cheers and Happy New Year to All,
- PEACE and LOVE in 2011 -
- and ALWAYS -
-Grayson.
