More Buddhist

Something Buddhist. Here is a little update on the world and How It looks from where I'm perched or entrenched depending on the day and the hawks and snipers respectively.

View from Jacob's Bedroom

1. Work
2. Jacob
3. Gilty
4. Maria
5. Plans








6. Reflections

1.

I am working. A lot. This is a very good thing especially if it's a kind of occupational therapy. The school where I'm touting my trade is a religious school, except it's not very religious at all. In fact it's quite liberal and easy going. I am pretty much left to my own devices and I try very hard to repay the confidence lavished upon me by not being totally incompetent. The verdict is out. Technically, I work full-time at the school which is right next to the beach and the football stadium. In practice, I only work in the mornings and have my private classes in the afternoon, usually until about half past eight.

Maria and I have rented a small premises quite near the school and formed a limited company; Carter and García S.L. (the SL just means that it's a limited company). Maria has got her own money and my bank is amenable to the project so, it's a risk but well, we might all have an ususual strain of Huntingdon's Correa or Trumpist Brain-warp tomorrow. We have registered a business name too; Vox Box. The premises is small but in good condition and nicely painted so we only have to put up a few divisions and add some furniture and smartboards and that's it. Some students might come in handy too.

Security Guard

I have decided to curtail this post so as to make them shorter and encourage myself do do more.

Thursday today and thursdays are my best day:

 

Today's poem:

 

 Fleeting eyes of despotic marauders
desensitised clones bound to extremist orders
martyrs to a God non-existent, fake
pretending to liberate but instead they take

bone and flesh flying like bits of confetti
killing anything be it two or twenty
spreading their faith with blade and explosive
ideologies sickening, unjust and corrosive

unsung heroes, are we forever in their debt?
Their sordid acts spilling blood, tears and sweat -
tell me Radical, does God really give a sh*t
whether the bullet from your gun misses or hits?

They care for no one but themselves and their kind
stomping upon our future and leaving destruction behind -

watch out my friend, any stranger could be one of them
for its not a matter of 'if' but a matter of when.