Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.

Thursday, 29 May 2014

The mystic has become taboo.

The mystic has no narrative.

We wander like stricken minotaurs within our brains
in a miasma of constricted energy.
Within that soggy labyrinth we are stuck
in an evolutionary cul-de-sac,
the impasse of language,
out of which the only exit is suicide: 
Unanswerable Silence -
 the most mystical language and message beyond-the-tale.

1 comment:

Marcus Billson said...

There are many joyous, happy mystics--you are not visiting their thousands of websites. Bon Buddhism offers three doors to the ineffable Dzogchen--stillness, silence, spaciousness. But lest I sound dreary and sanctimonious, your comment hits many targets beyond-the-tale.