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Enlightenment Guaranteed - The O - Gary Cocciolillo PDF
Enlightenment Guaranteed - The O - Gary Cocciolillo PDF
Lucille Cocciolillo
CONTENTS
Keith O’Shaughnessy
Jonson Miller
Andre Doshim Halaw
Trime Lhamo
Kelly Correia
Chapter One:
Driving on Ice
Is naked.
Chapter Twelve:
Who, Me?
Chirp!
The Tornado (A Series of 4 Haikus)
She is gone forever
mortally slain by dead hounds from hell
Sweet perfume lingers
Jagged rock jets forth
Scrapping edges infinite
Hate dashes away
Warm wind blows easily now
Time dissolves all sorrows
Love is motionless
The tornado sleeps hard
Dreaming stillness setting sun
Victory heart is free grin
This last poem, as mentioned in the title, is in the
ancient haiku form, which is a form of meditation in
its own right. Each poem consists of seventeen
syllables written in three verses or lines. The first
verse is five syllables, the second is seven, and the
third is five: five-seven-five. I recommend being
spontaneous when writing a haiku. Use any situation,
such as being stuck at a red light, and turn it into a
haiku moment.
Will this light ever change?
I feel my life passing me by
The light will turn green
This is my attempt at writing a haiku while waiting at
a red light. It can be a helpful practice in switching
your perspective on a given situation. It clears away
the useless clutter of language and distills the mind’s
thoughts down to seventeen sounds that paint an
immense picture of the present moment.
Zen art is very vast. You can find a scroll twenty feet
long and five feet high with only a boat and a bird
drawn on it in black ink. The rest of the scroll is
empty, almost infinitely blank. The vastness and
simplicity are its beauty. Alan Watts ends his book
The Way of Zen with a chapter about art, and
rightfully so, because art and Zen go hand and hand.
An artist of any type can relate to the idea of not
being separate from their art. A musician is the
music, and the music is the musician. They are not
separate, yet neither are they one. They exist
momentarily; then they are gone. Any true artist will
tell you that they did not create their masterpiece; it is
something that happened spontaneously. This is not
limited to art, but applies to everything we do. When
we do something without effort, that is Zen. I do it
when I am writing or playing guitar. My girlfriend
does it in the kitchen when she spontaneously bakes
delicious cupcakes. My father does it just by talking.
Meanwhile, the butcher does it carving a steak. The
barber does it cutting hair. When you see a clerk at a
store moving with ease, you may be wonder, Is this
because the clerk is creating Zen art, or because Zen
art is creating the clerk? The answer is, it is neither;
they both happen spontaneously. True art only
happens once and can never happen again because
that moment will only happen once. There are no
second chances at creating art. It is created
spontaneously out of and by the moment it happens
in. As such, it can only be created with awareness.
Your life is Zen art, and Zen poetry.
Chapter Eighteen:
The Solution