The Splintering Frame

[Stan Wilbourne]

This is the splintering frame thread, and the wound track in the martyred president ought to be viewed as a gateway to enlightenment

I wouldn't presume for worlds to discuss the nature of this,

other than to suggest, as we've been advised,

the Zen which can be named

is not the true Zen

the true Zen

would

fall through a hole in Country Joe's flag

Thank you, Phil. For it all.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth