TRAPS

Trap of being bound by concepts
The trap of being bound in non-conceptual states
The trap of being caught up in effort
The trap of grasping at appearances as true
The trap of seeking elsewhere for ultimate truth
The trap of grasping empty forms as having characteristics
The trap of the view of emptiness that loses sight of the true nature
The trap of aimlessly chattering about your realization of enlightenment/nirvanna
The trap of meditation on voidness, as futile as throwing a stone in the dark
The trap of enduring suffering because you missing the key points
The trap of searching for the hidden flaw of mind
The trap of putting the mind nowhere, it is everywhere.
Stay Alert.
Essence.......Nature.........Energy
The world is what you think it is.
Reasoning that examines ultimate reality
Wide Awake

Miracles Still Happening

The bus was jammed packed, like sardines in a can. We still had three hundred miles to go to get to Abuja. The bullets rattled against the side of the bus, we were under attack in broad daylight. The convoy leader bus was in deep trouble, people were jumping out of windows heading for the bush, women ,children, and men running for their lives. The road bandits were after them, cutting them down in a hail of AK-47 fire. The driver of the third bus spun it around, smashing into cars trying to do the same thing : go the other way. It was panic to the extreme, one of the cut off cars ramed the bus, the front of it peeled off as the driver sped down the two lane superhighway, he was flying. the people were shouting for him to slow down, they would rather surrender than die like this, in a crashed bus. He didn't hear a word, he gunned it.
The second bus was not far behind, the firsrt bus didn't make it, we stopped at the gas station. People were jumping out of the bus and running into the bush, the mopol went in and changed clothes, got armed and headed for the ambush.'We heard later that the bandits had killed and robbed almost everyone on the bus and cars caught in the melee. A miracle happened that day, the bus we were on had no injuries or deaths, the bus was riddled with bullet holes, God is still doing miracles. There is no highway patrol in Nigeria, just the bandits with automatics having their way. It is so tragic. The bandits got away.

ak-47

Nation Builders

They stepped up when the time to keep Nigeria united was the only option; no one kows the future. Nigeia will modify ciivilzation; it can't be stopped.

Next Day

NEXT DAY

Next day a revelation of what we could have been,

Warped on a point called lose or win,

Struggle in the face of who has the plan,

Doing everything to remain a woman or a man,

Without, a war beyond the possible future,

Life devoid of basics has no cure,

Having is the only game in this town,

No money, poverty is sure to take you down,

Then it’s the streets or you,

Day after day with nothing approaching new,

Languishing there in a deep well of confusion,

What you had or could have had the new illusion,

Blocked from hope, broken to the point of do or die,

Looking for the will to try,

Then you look in your children’s eyes with dreams on the fade,

Get them out of the heat but there is no shade,

So unreal to be lost in this land of plenty,

Just another speck in the sea of the hopeless many.

Rust Bucket

Ravages of War: Rust Bucket

The aftermath of mismanagement made the steel industry a ghost. The capacity to industrialize was systematically denied. A nation with billions of tons of iron ore; buying steel from abroad. The paradox of greed in its most destructive form.

Iron Mine: Fields of Dreams

Hold Your Head Up; God Loves Us All

Children of the Chairs: Future Still On