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“Mind has no intelligence in it. There has never been an intelligent mind. I don't mean that there have never been intelligent people; there have been intelligent people, but there has never been an intelligent mind. Intelligence is something that comes when mind is dropped. Mind is never original, never radical. Mind is always orthodox. Mind is always repetitive, mechanical; it functions like a robot. It goes on repeating the same thing again and again. It is like a computer: whatsoever you feed into it, it goes on chewing it again and again.

Have you watched your own mind and its functioning? Nothing new ever happens to it. Nothing new can happen to it. And because of it you remain oblivious of all that is happening all around you; you go on ignoring it. You are too much attached to this mediocre, stupid instrument. It is good to use it; it is good as a reservoir, as memory; it is good to keep records -- but it is not a way to see into reality. It has no eyes.

Mind is blind like a bat. It has no eyes. Mind can never be intelligent -- only no-mind is intelligent. Only no-mind is original and radical. Only no-mind is revolutionary -- revolution in action.

This mind gives you a sort of stupor. Burdened by the memories of the past, burdened by the projections of the future, you go on living -- at the minimum. You don't live at the maximum. Your flame remains very dim. Once you start dropping thoughts, the dust that you have collected in the past, the flame arises -- clean, clear, alive, young. Your whole life becomes a flame, and a flame without any smoke. That is what awareness is.

Consciousness without thinking: that's what awareness is. Being alert and with no thought. Try it! whenever you see thinking gathering, disperse it! pull yourself out of it! Look at the trees with no screens of thinking between you and the trees. Listen to the chirping of the birds with no chirping of the mind inside. Look at the sun rising and feel that inside you also a sun of consciousness is rising... but don't think about it, don't assert, don't state, don't say. Simply be. And, by and by, you will start feeling glimpses of awareness, sudden glimpses of awareness -- as if a fresh breeze has entered into your room which was getting stale and dead; as if a ray of light has entered into the dark night of your soul; as if, suddenly, life has called you back.” Osho

 My CPU

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CPU on Ecstasy


Sky velvet
Twilight Samurai
 
In the horizon
a Dream is guessed
it is my guest
 
A full unicorn
made of sand, stone and moon
 
comes to me…
 
And he fills me up
with all the Dreams
and all the poetry in this
reckless World
 
I wonder
in amazement
 
how I've let pass this beauty before
 
I was amazed – in a-maze
My CPU was burning like a dog
In search of his bone
His little little bone
 
My dear CPU
 
Now a star is rising
And the waves of the sea will cover
 
Your memory
With lilies and daffodils
 
Until all you can think about
All you know
 
is Ecstasy

 

 

Many Colors

 

 

(a última imagem “many colors” foi retirada de http://www.nullsoft.com/free/milkdrop/screenshots.html a primeira imagem “my CPU” é do meu CPU, um AMD Athlon 2600+ durante um banho de pasta térmica.)

 

To’a, p.