THE TAOIST POSTER'S MANIFESTO

or , the tao of posting , if you will.........

⊹ I will not post if it feels like an obligation, a scam, or a test . I will not post if my arms hold the sensation of lengthy , limp, needy noodles reaching into the matrix, requesting a sense of place. I will only post if the energy is bursting out of me, my utterances a mere film coating an entity that breathes in heaves beneath it. If these arms are fast and flexible, reaching out of my solar plexus like tentacles on a playground, like porcelain, like radiation, If it feels inevitable and true, If it confesses me into movement, if the joy of the act is enough, You may click Post.

⊹ Do not post for metrics, do not buy into the game within the game within the game. Post for participation under God , post for the unrelenting churn that speeds and sputters inside, Post for tomorrow , for the study of time, for the loop, for the spiral, for the circle.

⊹ Do not explain it away into its death. Do not attempt to baby-proof every psyche that may gaze upon your offering. Let it wander into the middle of the meadow, visible and brave.

⊹ Post in contradictions. Assert one end of the binary then make a mad dash to the other . Signal the gang signs of one team on Monday and then their rival on Friday. As your eager observers’ heads move from left to right, right to left, and back again, notice how you blur, notice how you disappear. You are Free to go.

⊹ Disappear again when you’ve been called six different names on a pentagram. Ignore the attempt at possession.

⊹ If the device is heavy, put it down. Check back again in three hours , After a walk, or a swim, or a state change.

⊹ Knowing when to stop is more lucrative than knowing when to start, simply because the going is inevitable. It’s less like jumper-cable-jumping a broken down vehicle and more like boarding and deboarding a bullet train.

⊹ You will learn to be a ship in a storm, a tree in a tornado, a wig sent down a waterslide. You will master stillness and flexibility.

⊹ To Post is to wobble into the townsquare shaped like a mirrored tarot card, catching instant gazes from every possible dimension. The strength of your reality is proven every time you refuse to shatter or fold.

⊹ May all you utter fall like raindrops onto a paper map.