Don’t object to it

“In the popular Buddhism of Tibet and China and Japan, people worship the great bodhisattvas—as saviors.”

“People loved Guanyin because she/he—could be a buddha, but has come back into the world to save all beings. The Japanese call he/she Kannon, and they have, in Kyoto, an image of Kannon with one thousand arms, radiating like a great aureole all around this great golden figure.”

“These one thousand arms are one thousand different ways of rescuing beings from ignorance.”

“I remember one night when I suddenly realized that Kannon was incarnate in the whole city of Kyoto; that this whole city was Kannon.”

“That the police department, the taxi drivers, the fire department, the mayor and corporation, the shopkeepers—in so far as this whole city was a collaborate effort to sustain human life, however bumbling, however inefficient, however corrupt—it was still a manifestation of Kannon with its thousand arms, all working independently, and yet one.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere to find nirvāṇa. Nirvāṇa is where you are, provided you don’t object to it.”

The Difference

The Buddha’s of Bamiyan. They were made somewhere between the 4-5th centuries.

In 2001 they were destroyed by the Taliban with heavy artillery and dynamite.

“This work of destruction is not as simple as people might think. You can’t knock down the statues by shelling as both are carved into a cliff; they are firmly attached to the mountain… Muslims should be proud of smashing idols. It has given praise to Allah that we have destroyed them. We are destroying the statues in accordance with Islamic law and it is purely a religious issue.”

That has to be the silliest shit I ever heard. “I’m going to destroy it! Why? Because I don’t like it!” It sounds like an angry child talking.

There is a difference between a living Buddha and a stone Buddha. If you go up to a stone Buddha and you hit it hard on the head, nothing happens. You break your fist. But if you hit a living Buddha, he/she may say ouch. Buddhas are human, they are not devas, they are not gods. They are enlightened men and women.

So what did they destroy? Nothing. Silly terrorist.

“untitled”

San Diego felt it’s first heat wave of the summer. It got me reminiscing of those days in Sacramento where it’s 100+ degrees everyday… I was driving around in a gutted car in that heat too… I don’t know how I did it, that shit felt like a furnace! Haha man those days are over! No more dailying the hatch. With that being said, I already put it in hibernation. I hired someone to check on it occasionally, but until I have the time to drive it and have fun with it, it’ll be locked up deep inside of the 36 Chambers. The day I sealed it up, I found some old photos during its process of being a typical Honda you’ll see on Honda-tech, to what you see today. Visually it doesn’t look like it has changed at all, but it’s the inside that counts.

The current state which it is in now reflects how a JDM Civic from the 90’s should be like in my mind, and though it mirrors kanjozoku cars in Osaka, it’s more of “game recognize game” type of shit. While others try go to for that kanjo look, this shit is second nature to me. As I stated in previous blog posts in the past, I got inspired by the Osaka culture back in the early 2000’s. AND TO BE QUITE HONEST, IF IT AINT GHETTO, IT AIN’T KANJO.

And that’s exactly why I hit the streets. That shit is my freedom. I couldn’t sit still. But you see I am now in a stage in my life where I do sit still. Back to taking it slow, and as the kanjozoku stated how he’s not in pursuit of enlightenment, that’s exactly how my mindstate was when building this car. I built it to wild out.

I am a different person now. I have set my mind on a goal that’s outside of the car culture. But I still include myself in it, P. Runner is still here. I’m never going to leave. I just put it on hold. I have been and always will be, watching from the shadows. Just like how The Private Runners Street Family are the watchful inconspicuous eyes that you over look and don’t see. Most people when they hear that someone is from the streets, they automatically think of a gang banger or a hustler etc. But no, when I say streets I’m talking about a person who kicked it with the homeless, a person who wandered the streets in search of answers and truth. Just as KRS ONE left his home at a young age and lived on the streets, lived with the homeless and stayed outside the World Trade Center. Just as Siddhartha Gautama left his kingdom and roamed the country in search for his enlightenment. PVT Runners are not just about car culture. Cars are just one of our mediums. We are about awareness and consciousness. This is my new journey.

Peace.

Stay Wavy

“If I addressed you in the manner of the ancient teachers of Zen, I should hit the microphone with my fan and leave. Because if I allow you to leave here this evening, under the impression that you understand something about Zen, you will have missed the point entirely. Because Zen is a way of life, a state of being, that is not possible to embrace in any concept whatsoever. So that any concepts, any ideas, any words that I shall put across to you this evening will have as their object, showing you the limitations of words and of thinking. Now then, if one must try to say something about what Zen is, and I want to do this by way of introduction, I must make it emphatic that Zen, in its essence, is not a doctrine. There’s nothing you’re supposed to believe in and it’s not a philosophy in our sense, that is to say a set of ideas, an intellectual net in which one tries to catch the fish of reality. Actually, the fish of reality is more like water, it always slips through the net. And in water you know when you get into it there’s nothing to hang on to. All this universe is like water; it is fluid, it is transient, it is changing. And when you’re thrown into the water after being accustomed to living on the dry land, you’re not used to the idea of swimming. You try to stand on the water, you try to catch hold of it, and as a result you drown. The only way to survive in the water is to learn how to swim. And to swim, you relax, you let go, you give yourself to the water, and you have to know how to breathe in the right way. And then you find that the water holds you up; indeed, in a certain way you become the water.”

“In this universe, there is one great energy, and we have no name for it. ‘Ten thousand functions, one suchness,’ and we’re all one suchness. And that means that suchness comes and goes like everything else because this whole world is an on-and-off system. As the Chinese say, it’s the yang and the yin, and therefore it consists of ‘now you see it, now you don’t, here you are, here you aren’t, here you are,’ because that is the nature of energy, to be like waves, and waves have crests and troughs. Only we, being under a kind of sleepiness or illusion, imagine that the trough is going to overcome the wave or the crest, the yin, or the dark principle, is going to overcome the yang, or the light principle, and that ‘off’ is going to finally triumph over ‘on.’ And we, shall I say, bug ourselves by indulging in that illusion. ‘Hey, supposing darkness did win out, wouldn’t that be terrible!’ And so we’re constantly trembling and thinking that it may, because after all, isn’t it odd that anything exists? It’s most peculiar, it requires effort, it requires energy, and it would have been so much easier for there to have been nothing at all. Therefore, we think, well, since the ‘is’ side of things is so much effort, you always give up after a while and you sink back into death. But death is just the other face of energy, and it’s the rest, the not being anything around, that produces something around, just in the same way that you can’t have ‘solid’ without ‘space,’ or ‘space’ without ‘solid.’ When you wake up to this, and realize that ‘the more it changes the more it’s the same thing’ as the French say, that YOU are really a playing of this one energy, and there is nothing else but that, that IT is YOU. But that for you to be always you would be an insufferable bore, and therefore it is arranged that you stop being you after a while and then come back as someone else altogether. And so when you find that out, you become full energy and delight.”

Be Energy. Stay Wavy.

Zen approach

We live in a crazy world don’t we? People love to talk trash about others. They love to put down one another. They get caught up in hype, trying to one-up each other.

But look at this:

Beautiful isn’t it? What is the life span of human existence compared to the life span of the universe? It is as if our relevance to this universe is, well, irrelevant. With all the beauties and wonders it holds, it baffles me the way and how people treat each other. But as Bertrand Russell once said “The universe may have a purpose, but nothing we know suggests that, if so, this purpose has any similarity to ours.”

I been busy with life and work. I been doing ten hour+ shifts where I get off at 2am or later. That means there are times where I don’t talk to a homie for a good while, but when we connect again it’s just like where we left off. Some people don’t have a connection like that. They wanna act all brand new and shit. I am too sleep deprived to deal with bullshit. Even when I’m not sleep deprived I don’t have time for bullshit! Lol can you imagine that some people have connection issues with relatives?… Smh. When it comes to people’s true colors, you gotta realize in essence colors are pieces of light. Light travels regardless of any fact. A person can only try to hide and stop their true colors from shining for so long, before they get blinded by it. Enough is enough. It’s time for Zen. Don’t get distracted by bullshit y’all. Stay focus, work on yourself. And be humble. Always have good intentions.

Also, big shout out to folks who juggle family life and car life. Late night hours belongs to you. I call that the hours of solitude. Because when you have a passion for something, you make time for it.

What is Zen? When hungry, eat. When tired, sleep. Sounds simple right? People don’t do that at all. When they’re hungry, they think of all sort of things. When they’re tired they dream all types of dreams.

Peace.

[2:20AM]