As said.. I might simply not have noticed the way as I was walking upon, then I turned right again, .. it was a big street crossing.. and then I knew ‘almost certainly’ again – I could neuge sure ‘I seem to be walking in the opposite direction..’ it though didn’t bother me at all.. I walked back on track, sidestreet – and some children were coming up towards me – all boys – looking peculiar and shocked, the great samuraij.master – the legend – they’d heard so much about were coming down opposite direction.. ready though to run..
‘when you see the master – I want you to jump – and the master will tell you how high..’
‘he’s most dangerous man on earth.. when you see him – you don’t recognize him – and when you recognize him – you don’t see him..’
They ran.. A little further down still thinking ‘is it the sea breeze blowing pleasantly’ probably was – but from another direction..
I walked across the big road – and those boys were coming down towards me again.. I walked into the opposite neighbourhood – people at general smiling with love – laughing happy to see me..
I didn’t even notice where I was actually going – until I thought me recognizing some of the boys at my feet.. running a little where they went I didn’t have time to look actually, still no sight of the river..
‘is that a crane by the river bed – most surely , but, ‘ I concluded – ‘but very doubtful’ but no time to think, I get my ass over there – never having seen a crane by the river bed running through Tokyo city center at all.. but yesterday I ascertained ‘I have passed here hundreds of times – and could pass a million times surely without having seen that..’
Such were my holy ignorance, as it should be, about worldly things..
As I came back.. I suddenly saw the subway tracks where I had started on the opposite..
‘Well.. I knew it!’
I said aloud.. just letting it sink in..
That soon I’d find my way down to the pleasant summer breeze along the river again..
‘Thank God!’
‘Al Hamdulillahi!’ I said twice – coming up by the station, people were happy to see me – and I enjoyed my being – and a girl said to a guy:
‘better run .. one never knows if he begins to swing his samuraij light sable out of sheer irritation over what he was subjected to in Sweden..’
As I came back to the same place, where I had walked down the subway entrance to the toilet, I was happy to see – that the numbers of architecture had turned into beautiful colors I had been wrong 3 times.. and each time walked in the totally opposite direction..
It felt white white white..
‘Gandalf the White..’ I felt like saying the name to myself, just the sweet air of breathing the name brought about roses in the air..
‘the really great thing about this was – that it was close to religion – the essence of it being that you didn’t know what the Hell you were doing.. Allah would say to the inhabitants of Paradise: my Mercy has overcome my anger..
The architecture in Tokyo was exactly this(!):
There was never symertrical patterns being stuck in your brain – no straight lines of oppression.. just the truth of it produced the colors of beauty in people..
That was the epiphenomena of Zen Buddhism..
And why people were so respectful not angry – not vindictive , spiteful – and could change so easily..
Adaptation was part of the architecture, when that Master staff suddenly have hit you straight on the forehead – and you forget about your stupid anger, and hate.
An opposite reaction than the expected, so to speak.. To be attached to non attachment was worse than attachment in itself.. The attachment of love was the element that made it not turn out into a veritable nightmare in the end.. To be afraid of attachment was the satanic disease..
You became happy not knowing – being out of control. Drunk on Allah’s wine – or any other drug achieved – you needed as an equivalent of the idol-worshipper tried to overload a heap of mental shit and bullshit and lies upon you, trying constantly to invade the reality studio..
Soo, boring! And tautological, that while the antimorphine poisoning took effect..
You just simply HAD to knock yourself out and get drunk on some physical drug – then you wake up some hour later, and hopefully had TOTALLY forgotten about the bad issue..
‘what happened’ you tell yourself, and looked at the empty bottle..
‘well.. now let’s forget about it fastaghfirallah’
And you went on with your life – not knowing what the Hell you were doing and there was of course no party worthy the name without an accident..
And so ‘the more it changes – the more it stays the same.. the more it stays the same – the more it changes’
And you keep falling making mistakes and forgetting here and there.. and feeling happy about it..
Allah is great, and don’t make life suck by insisting upon your anger..
‘MELLOW crushouts in beach cafés (bad bad better)
Surfing the waves of time
Travelling the ways of mind’ as a Sufi dane in Copenhagen once taught me, the trap was MELLOW..
“this monk loves anger – this monk loves joy” as a great monk once said, may Allah bless his soul.