Bob Hinshelwood's Other writing
   Life lived within is also lived without. 

             The Devil of Lovely Love
 

Lovely devil,
Lover song;
Lovely love,
Never long(verb)...
Dis lovely song
Is never long.
While I am longing,
You're gone....
Wish you enjoy dis agony song, lol.

Devil of Lovely Love

(the wonderful body)
You ponder,
You wonder...
Shall I love you forever...
The sound of silence,
is my answer...
You insist,
I rather not persist...
Perhaps ambivalence shares my answer-est...
I love you---
the bodily you you stumbled in me...
my love...
Forgive my ruthlessness...
I no longer love you the dearest---
the bodily-u that entices,
the flesh outside of my terminus.

Forgive me, my love,
I no longer love you...
ever after you left...
the entire bodily-u
in me&you (mew)
I no longer crave you,
the entire you---
ur-flesh outside of the bodily u.

You’re in me; me in you...
I feel no urgency to grasp you.
If you insist,
I am glad to,
Forever,
be there for you.
Be your flesh&bodily me-u(mew).
You are forever in me.
My love,
my lovely devil-angel...
Thus a ponder,
What a wonder.

           _______/\_______

                   I died therefore I am alive


I fell into the black hole, I thought I was going to die.

I did not die or have I already died

Oh! Who is the person floating the

I am floating here. I am floating inside here. I am not dead, I am not suffocating. Am I alive?

Who is him? Where am I ? Who am I? I don't know. But what I am absolutely sure is that
this baby is floating here and now. Of this reality, I have no doubt!

Who is this baby, who is him? Oh! He is my body, he’s me!

Hold on, I hear someone crying. Who is there weeping? Oh, that is me, that is my body.

Oh! My body is crying. Who am I? I don't know! But what I know for sure, at here and now is
that…

I `see` my body crying. He is my body, I am him. He is weeping. I am him. Of this reality, I
have no doubt!!

My soul is empty, my body is the reality. I am my body, I am empty…

My whole life has been filled with doubts. However, of this fact, I have no doubt --- he is
there, I am him!

I finally died, I realized my bygone death. Thus I am alive!

            ________/\_________

                            Lover song --- inspired by Bion

Lovely lover, devilly dancer 

Dancing in the sun
Dancing in the rainy day 
Dancing in the foggie-venss 
Then...out of all that.
I internally dance for you, my love...

Rearing my inside, 
Tearing my inside out for you, 
my only lover...
Every bit of me is for the purpose of u, 
my love!

For you....
I dice to dance!
Dance to the sheer death,
Then back to the pure life.

Dance to the core, 
To my soul  'n  sinew 
Dance to every surface level of my pores, guts 'n nerves.

I dance for you, my love!!....
to the O(the ultimate-eternal)~~
a,e,i,o...xo...xo...
My lovely devil Angelou....

                                                                  _______/\_______

                   Thoughts without a thinker, longing without belonging

I reminisce...
when I was little, a teacher aggressively pressured me...
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
I said, "A teacher,"
They mocked me as a bookworm...
I then said, "An athlete,"
they criticized me for having no brains...

I still remember, from kindergarten...
Back then,
I couldn't even write many Chinese characters,
I secretly wrapped the gifts my mom gave me
in "vows" I carefully crafted with symbols that seemed to appear out of nowhere...
Secretly giving them to the girl I secretly 'loved'...

I don't think I knew what love was...
What desire was back then....

I wrote again and again, I was made to stand in the corner again and again...
I kept writing, I kept being punished...
I found myself still writing...
Never once thinking about stopping...

You ask me what I'm holding onto, I don't feel like I'm holding onto anything...
You ask me why, I don't know...
You ask me why I persist so painfully...
I don't know...
I don't feel like I've been persisting...
Nor do I feel any pain...

You ask me what I want to do when I grow up...
I don't want to do anything...
Don't want a PhD...
Don't want to make money...
Don't want to be successful...

I want to be one of the 5,000 remaining wildlings in the Southeast Asian rainforest who eat
bugs without getting sick...
I want to live in Plum Village in France...
I want to continue weaving that never-ending love letter with my beastly symbols...

I slowly realized...
This love letter no longer has...
Nor does it need to have a recipient...
I guess it's because
having that recipient out there feels sorrowful...

My love letter is...
a horse with no name,
a content without a container,
thoughts without a thinker...

It is a ...
a lili boy's endless
flaming, stormy...
creamy...
red&blue lamentation..

It is..
longing with no belonging,
a flower not yet blooming,
a mind never needs a beginning,

a horse never needed riding...

                                                                     ________/\_________

                                 Lentils-Bion remembrance of the Memoir of the Future
 

I have endeavoured  to shadow you,
Encompassing you,
Imprison you&
Releasing you.

I have failed all above....

Then I realise
I  am neither almighty 
Nor pity de doodie

I  swallow my lentils beings,
I squeeze its essence into my  innards.
Let it disseminate, penetrate& infuriate.. 

All my guts and nerves
Flesh and bones
Muscles and tendons 

When the lentil soul embodies,
a steaming bubble forms all around me.

Then 'I' disappears...

Whoever crosses and stays in my lentil bubble absorbs traces of its essence
The Essence that does not originate from me.
But from non-sense 

Written by Green Lentil Beings 

                                                                       _______/\_______

                   Motherly bodily entangled ensemble

To Cod,mother&lover

'Take refuge in the body' Thich Nhat Hanh
Mother enables the body...
Mother enables the body!
Mother enables the body~
Mother enables my body,Mother is inside my body.
Mother is my original body.
Try my best to resurrect my original body!
Restore the mother-body-inside-me.

Ridding the external mother,
Embrace the internal original bygone mother ...

Get in touch with the internal motherly-original body.
Cherish it!~...
Worship it!!~

Let her entangle me,
Encompassing me,
Swallow me,
Digest, pierce, penetrate
permeate, dissolve me
That puny, filthy and expendable me.

Body has to be in sync with...
the moon-sun heart-beating slashing intercourse!...~(thunder-course)
The original potential of the motherly enablement.

Attune..!
with the rhysmic nature.
with the ultimate.
with the 
peaceful
furious 
moon-shine Cod!

Written by the Bodily Fanaticist

                                                                   ________/\_______

                        Sinful mermaid, sin-phony..

You have asked me why I have kept trying with you,
never giving up on you.
I don't know...
I always null...

It's a bodily evocation,
soul's authentication.

It whispers in my souls & shouts in my ears.
Trembles my body,  shaken my souls.It aligns me with the ultimate,
the one that is way beyond me,
simultaneously inside me.

It is inside me, pierces me, and penetrates me.
From the beginning &
will be to the end !

For some occasions, 
reasons, attachment and all else are too limited and tiring.

Occasionally I feel ready to die,
For you &
For the complexity of all levels of you,
For them to be harmonic
Both in my subjective & in a larger sense 
At least transiently ...

U reside in the ultimate,
U live inside here & there out there forever!...
I have no doubt!

I infuriate my body for you,
I dance inside out for you,
I sing that sin-phony for you...
O~
Oh my~~~!!
Oh my
lovely mermaid...

Sinfully & sincerely,
British hipster 
Lol... Bloody hell

                                                                 _______/\_______

                         Love Letter

Although I barely know you,
I saw you once,
I could never forget.

I reckon if I fall in love~
May you give me a chance,
to get to know you...

Although I just met you, 
I feel that,
I have known you since forever in the past, present and the future
prior to archetypal existence,

prior to existence itself.

I am not sure,
but I am certain,
we have once shared,
a sojourn in Jerusalem.

You remind me of her,
who was once there but no longer.
I remind you of him,
who was once there yet no longer.

Tho I barely know you,
I remember 'you'.

I don't recollect,
yet,
I feel you...

It must be reminiscence.
I reminisce...
Before I was born, I already knew you. 

Hold on...
I don't actually know you cuz I just met you. 
I do not know you, 
but I feel you, smell you, taste you, dream you...

I dwell on you,
I ponder you,
I long for you, 
I love you...

                                                                      _______/\_______

                        Oh my cod!
 

When you encounter insidious evil,
All mighty evil,
Nowhere to run,
No turning back,
No way out...

Your vision is blinded, can no longer see,
Your reason is blurred, can no longer think,
Your mouth is sealed, can no longer say,
your limbs are cut off, can no longer hold on to...

Cod:
Open your pores, 
Bite into my body!
The one that is holy.

Me:
Where is your holy body, cod?....

Breeze~
When you encounter suffering, 
Face it head on.
Then I am everywhere for you.

Suck in the air I am pouring into your pores,
Bite the dust I lay into your mouth,
They are all me!....
Use the last bit of you to absorb me all around you!

Embrace me!
Receive me!
Consume me!
Absorb me!
Disseminate me all over your body!

Left&right,
Up&down,
Inside out!
Embody me!

Let me take care of the rest..
No matter if you die or live on...
You are one with me,
One with cod!

Attune!
Shazam!...

                                                                    _______/\_______

                        Ching chong linlong ‘sun’

Morning 'sun'!
In dis moody town...

Mooli tongue sings that moody song.

Why is diakon called mooli long?
Must becuz of diz moody 'dump'~

My Lovely divinely moodi town~~

Moon-shine (暗-光) --
Moon-sun (日-月) -!
Mon-soon