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Here are excerpts from the new book, Kissing Achilles' Heel: The Joyful Unmaking of Delusion, by Jason Brett Serle.  

You may order the book here: http://www.lulu.com/content/877562  

A Handful of Coins  

I held out a handful of coins to a baby,                                                
and though he giggled, he did not take one.                                               
I held them out to a blind man but he passed them by.                           
A wandering mendicant refused them, so did a rich man                            
and also a poor man feigning to be rich.                                                  
Then came a man who refused them                                                         
for fear of being tricked by me                                                               
and then another who hadn't understood my offer.
At last, a coin was taken by a man                                                            
who didn't wish to be taken for a rich man.                                         
Then another, by a rich man feigning to be poor.                                     
The third was taken by a man who feared                                                
he was being tricked by me but was curious as to how.                             
The fourth, was taken by a man who hadn't understood my offer             
but wished to appear as though he had                                                
and the fifth, by a woman who pursed her lips and winked.                
The sixth was taken by an old man who smiled and said 'cheers mate'.
And of them all, only the old man and the baby                                      
were grateful for the handful of coins.

  ~ ~ ~    

Monky Business  

A monk had been meditating solidly                                                         
for the greater part of a week,                                                        
seeking to experience savikalpa samadhi                                                     
but had yet to do so.
Whilst walking through the village                                                       
begging his morning meal,                                                                     
he got caught up with a group of children playing tag.                        
One of them, so keen to run faster,                                                       
tripped and collided with him,                                                           
bringing them both crashing to the floor.
"You're it," the child screamed at him                                             
before bounding away.
And as the monk lay there in the dust,                                               
savikalpa samadhi came to him.    

~ ~ ~    

Every Man & Every Woman is Stardust  

When I was a young boy,
I used to look up
in awe
at the stars
and ask myself,
'Will I ever touch them?'
I still gaze up at the stars,
only now I ask myself,
'Have I not touched them already and forgotten?'

  ~ ~ ~    

Method-Energy-Medium-Object  

I awoke one day,                                                                                    
fried an egg in a Tupperware bowl1,                                                
poured my coffee in the sieve2,                                                             
shook some bread for toast3                                                                
and buttered some jam with a fork4.                                                       
Then I knocked a tooth out with my toothbrush5,                                 
brushed my hair with a spoon,                                                               
turned the lights out by smashing the bulbs6,                                       
and hopped down to town with a hat on my foot.                                   
I felt down and depressed so I went on a shopping spree                       
to make myself feel better7.                                                                   
When I got home, I thought back about my day                                        
and said to myself,                                                           
               
'What a silly fool I've been, what was I thinking?                                  
It'll never happen again.'
The next day I awoke,                                                                              
fried an egg in a Tupperware bowl1,                                                
poured my coffee in the sieve2,                                                             
shook some bread for toast3                                                                
and buttered some jam with a fork4.                                                       
Then I knocked a tooth out with my toothbrush5,                                 
brushed my hair with a spoon,                                                               
turned the lights out by smashing the bulbs6,                                       
and hopped down to town with a hat on my foot.                                   
And what a great day it was.  
1 Failure to employ the correct medium
2 Failure to apply the energy to a suitable object
3 Failure to apply the right kind of energy
4 Failure to understand the case
5 Failure to apply the right degree of energy
6 Failure to apply the energy in the right manner
7 All of the above  

Note: The consideration that a transaction made in the gross realm can make up for a deficiency in the subtle realm is like trying to buy bananas in a shoe shop and paying in marbles.  It's probable that if enough marbles were offered, one could indeed obtain some bananas from a shoe shop but if done too often, one is likely to quickly lose their marbles.  Let the gross take care of the gross and let the subtle take care of the subtle, so as to let the causal take care of it all. 

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Jesus Cried  

Jesus cried to the crowd,                                                                         
"I and my Father are one!"
Most people in the crowd                                                                         
took this to mean                                                                                      
that Jesus and his father                                                                              
got on rather well.
Some thought that                                                                             
perhaps somehow                                                                                        
he had fathered himself.
Others took it to mean                                                                               
that Jesus was the one and only                                                               
son of the Father,                                                                                 
but they had little idea                                                                               
who the Father was.
A few even considered the idea                                                                
that Jesus was questioning the notion                                                            
of a divide between oneself and God.
But strangely, only Jesus himself took it to mean,                                    
"I and my Father are one!"    

~ ~ ~    

Either Egos or I Go  

"Lazy bastard!" the river cried to the bank as it passed.  

"Stressed bitch!" the bank replied.

  ~ ~ ~  

Kissing Achilles' Heel: The Joyful Unmaking of Delusion, by Jason Brett Serle.  

You may order the book here: http://www.lulu.com/content/877562

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