propelled by memories of childhood intimidation
I toppled into the Venus flytrap called wee-me
my body’s ultra-sticky reflexive reactions
instantly creating a powerless self
that set about consuming itself
propelled by the practice of presence
I fell back into the changeless nameless
where nothing can stick or stain
and neither self nor no-self are on the menu
The only difference between the wideawake actors in this marvelous movie and those who cling to their ‘roles’ (making them very effective, skilled performers, of course,) is this: Wideawake actors have grokked the impossibility of any particular person acting – or awakening. Un-awakened actors haven’t, yet.
Does it matter?
To whom could it matter?
The movie mirage goes on in any event: just-so, just-this, nothing special.