Leftovers
To become a skeptic, a cynic, a doubter, an agnostic, one becomes an adversary of delusion,
An antagonist to the fallacies of mythology, superstition, and other cultural assumptions.
The mind of the critical thinker is its own reflection of what is real, and what is not.
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The personal pronouns – I, you, he, she, it, we, they, me, him, her, us, them –
Should be considered in all these thoughts rather loosely used,
Given that “we” are really nothing more than the nothingnesss of awareness,
Playing a game of charades conditioned by time, drawing toward a whimpering conclusion.
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What is light? What is dark? What is good? What is evil?
What is right? What is wrong? What is agony? What is ecstasy?
And what is the impenetrable awareness permeating all things imagined?
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How can there be even a trace of loneliness,
Once the eternal aloneness of the ultimate nature is discerned?
It is not a thing to be dreaded or forestalled once the monkey-mind is transcended.
Embracing its indivisible sanctity is the truest religion.
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Sophistication in any field of endeavor
Is a matter of how the given capacities and limitations
Double-double-toil-and-trouble their way into conscious awareness.
Who are the most skillful, but the few-and-far-between giving their fullest attention.
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For as long as there is air, and a body-mind bent on existing,
You are free to breathe it in and breathe and it out,
A witness to the mystery beyond measure.
Enjoy in joy as best ye are able.
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Your only constraint is being locked up in the temporal body.
The indivisible youness you truly are, knows no bounds.
Only imagination binds itself to the given universe.
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We are all the center of our unique little dream; every conscious thing is.
None can be the same, no matter how diligent the effort,
And why even try? Why even bother?
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The thoughts of time mixed and remixed times beyond counting.
Who knows what was scribbled when or where,
And why would it matter?
Wisdom is the coin of eternity.
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What is an orgasm but the mind’s most innate high,
A very present, very pleasurable detonation in the timeless now.
A disintegration, a dissolution, of any sense of self, of any sense of separation.
Is it any wonder our species gallops the edge of obsession about everything to do with it?
Sexuality is the wellspring, the underlying force, the fulcrum of human history.
Power, renown, prosperity, the creativity of art, science, technology,
All have come about as aphrodisiacs to its gratification.
And all of it the evolutionary outcome
Of the genomic ambition to abide evermore.
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So many faces come and gone in the rolodex of life.
So many moments spent together, so many things shared.
What happened to them all, what stories unfolded into destiny?
The things we can never know of our dreamtime are many and large.
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What is so dysfunctional, so surreal, about the human species,
Is its obsession with what others think, and what others think about them.
Groupthink has been a mainstay of our survival in this dreamtime,
But its interminable absurdities are beyond measure.
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This universe, this world, was not created by meekness,
By fear, by hope, by political correctness, by any absurdity whatsoever.
The vagaries of the human condition are but a hiccup in the unfolding eternal theater.
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Is the me you think you know, the me I think I am?
Of course not, nor would the visa-versa ever be bona fide, either.
We are all one-of-a-kind imaginary universes, each and every one at center stage,
All of it happening in a quantum sort-of-maybe indivisible way.
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All concepts, whether of some god,
A horse, a chair, a rock, a star, or some abstract quantum formula,
Are born of limitation because they can never be more than formulations of temporal consciousness.
No sound will ever be more than a vibration, no perception will ever be tangible,
Including the you that you in mind-body believe so real.
It is all a dream born if imagination.
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Nature’s dogma is the unwritten law determined and enforced by quantum mechanics:
Irrevocable, irreversible, unalterable, unchangeable, immutable, undeniable,
Incontrovertible, indisputable, permanent, binding, absolute, final.
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You are but a fleeting window in the seed principle’s theater of dreamtime.
Think what you will of its inexplicable mystery, you are but a player,
And all your conclusions, all your assumptions, mean nothing.
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Quantifying, measuring everything imaginable, what is the point, really?
Being ever-present with this inexplicable sojourn,
Now that is a challenge, indeed.
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Science and technology stand on the shoulders of all those who have come before.
Turtles all the way down, and all the way up, too, for as long as the dream plays out.
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Time and space are but a mortal fabrication of neuron trails and memory cells.
The nothing more, nothing less of quantum vapor playing the indivisible real.
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Not even one moment in your entire existence has ever been more than a dream.
None of it has ever been truly real but for the ephemeral nothingness
That is as close to “reality” as this mystery can ever be.
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What solution can there be to the interminability of it all,
When the universe you were in no longer exists.
When you are, each and every moment,
Ever streaming past the point of no return.
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Human beings are absolutely no different
Than any other biological entities in this manifest realm,
And we will, each and every one of us, disincorporate the same as every other
In Mother Nature’s magically indifferent dream of time.
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So many wandering about,
Regurgitating one blather or another,
When right smack dab in the middle of their mind
Is the most inexplicable mystery they could ever hope to discern.
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Time travel?
How can you cross something that does not exist
As anything more than an imaginary notion?
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The task is to discern the nature of heaven in the hell humankind has made of paradise.
There is no god, no devil, there is no good, no evil, there is only consciousness imagining all.
And you are really very much on your own in figuring it out in whatever way suits you.
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The Seventh Day was much more a paradise
Than the human mind has fashioned in the Eighth.
And the Ninth is coming up to bat, the Tenth is on deck,
And what roster will play beyond that, only the mystery knows.
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Religious fervor ebbs and flows, rises and falls, in the bell curves of time.
Eternal life is the essence, the genesis, of the ever-present now,
The born again-ness of each and every moment.
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Meditation is suspending the worldly attributes fabricated by the sensory mind,
And instead wandering about in the timeless indivisibility of the quantum ether.
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The body may exist, the mind may think, but is it really you doing any of it?
Are you really any more than witness to the given nature-nurture?
Attached only to the mesmerizing churning of the senses,
And the innumerable vain notions they parlay?
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It is your desire for more and fear of less that leaves you time-bound,
That leaves the born-again-death of eternal life ever just out of reach.
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That which was never born has no measure.
It is an indivisible essence, a potency igniting all.
All discrimination is born of the miasma of imagination.
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Awareness is the immortal connection
That indivisibly transcends all creations great to small,
Across all heavens, all hells, further than any eye but one will ever see.
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Even the sharpest, most strident blade cannot pierce the awareness never born.
Timeless, changeless, ageless, indivisibly, immortally indifferent to any stab or slice.
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How some minds spend their existence in the ecstasy of creative fire,
And others abide unable to lend more than an occasional spark,
Is a mystery for which spectators tithe a great deal of coin.
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This spinning garden is both womb and graveyard,
And the existence between but a wormhole
In the grand matrix of oblivion.
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Star stuff come unto life.
Thou art quantum, thou art god, thou art whatever,
Forever and evers beyond.
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As if any individual, any group, any culture, any mindset,
Can really change or control a world, a universe,
This colossal, this diverse, this complex,
This unutterably mysterious.
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A bubble of awareness, nothing more, nothing less.
Naught but imagination coupled with the sensory feed,
Dressing it infinitesimal to infinite, as the given mind allows.
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Go to that state of solitude, that awareness before to time,
That eternal here-now prior to consciousness,
Where no other has never abided.
That placeless place,
The source code of creation.
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Mind-altering substances can be teachers, guides, companions,
That aid the exploration of the relativity of consciousness,
And the inexplicable mystery from whence it arises,
Harmful only if they are misused and abused.
Moderation, equilibrium, equanimity, in all things.
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It is in consciousness that all heavens and hells reside.
In awareness, the origin of all things,
There is nothing
But the serenity of oblivion.
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Time does not exist.
It never has, and never will.
It is entirely an invention of imagination,
And without the neural pathways fashioned by evolution,
Its presumption the dreamtime of creation would never have entertained.
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To abide in the timeless truth of this manifest reverie,
One must focus attention upon that which is prior to consciousness,
That momentary awareness ever prior to the me-myself-and-I of conscious design.
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Consciousness can never catch-up, much less overtake,
That which only presence of the timeless awareness knows.
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All preferences are inconsequential at the awareness level.
Choicelessness is the nature of the quantum indivisibility.
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It is not your body, nor is it my body.
It is merely a temporal container from which to witness
Yet another mortal dream play its Self out.
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The universe has expanded to this singular moment
That you might be witness to your indelible mystery.
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The only way you fabricate the perception of past or future
It through the eternal, very present nowness of awareness.
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Awareness is the constant in the grand experiment.
Everything else, the variables of imaginary notion.
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What is this hypothesis called “All” but each and every one
The same nothingness dreaming an individual play of time.
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You are the singularity, the unicity, the oneness.
All sense of duality is delusion spawned by illusion.
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The ephemeral nothingness of awareness is ever the same.
Only consciousness, only imagination, is ever-changing.
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Nothing before, nothing during, nothing after.
How much more simply can this mystery be seen?
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Neither happy nor sad, kind nor bitter, humble nor vain,
The eternal awareness of the quantum essence simply is.
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All quantum patterns
Must reside in the ambiguity, the tyranny,
Of the ever-changing, lottery-given set of capacities and limitations.
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Everything is timelessly, indivisibly connected.
All dualistic perceptions are entirely imagined.
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You already are the eternal life of the quantum indivisibility.
The only question is whether or not you have discerned it.
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You are That which many call god, creating this vast dream,
Each vessel absolutely unique, yet through it all,
There is truly not even one other.
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The crashing waves are not the eternal ocean
From which they rush foaming across the sand.
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From the ultimate quantum still-point,
How meaningless all sounds given concept,
All motions given flourish, all dreams given reality.
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The newborn is pure awareness,
Lost in the sensory play, no direction known.
And then the winds of space and time begin their sculpting.
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You are in the body, but not of it.
You are the awareness prior to all fabrications of consciousness.
Be here now.
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Between the nowness of eternity and the dream of mind,
‘Tis a ceaseless in and out … in and out … in and out …
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The brain stem, the original evolution of the mind,
Is as in harmony with the primal awareness,
As any point of consciousness can be.
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There are a near-infinity of perspectives
Upon which to endlessly, repeatedly ponder,
Until you are able to still the mind, and be free.
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The quantum universe you are is the only master,
And all its faces and forms your many teachers.
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Indivisibility is indefinable, immeasurable, timeless,
And yet how we do carry on in our very human way.
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A quantum dream of awareness,
Which in consciousness must be endured
For whatever time the given body and mind allow.
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Why is this moment so fresh, so clear?
Because the present is where eternity abides.
The quantum nowness is the only reality possible.
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How can the infinite ocean know its ultimate nature
But through the imaginary sagas of it countless drops.
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Anchored in the infinite abyss, you witness the elements,
However they mix and match, however they ebb and flow.
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How can the finite ever be that which is indivisibly infinite,
But through astute discernment it is already so,
Has ever been so, will ever be so.
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Because we can discern neither beginning nor end,
We postulate infinity, and even that is speculation.
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So many looking everywhere for magic, mystery, special signs;
Unable to see it in every right-here-right-now manifest moment.
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Whether you call it the good news or the bad news,
You are that which is godness, that which is quantum,
That which is total, supreme, absolute, indivisibly singular.
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Do not call it god, call it quantum.
And you are it, and it is you.
There is no other.
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Regarding the God that so many idolize,
What form can there be, pray tell,
In that which is formless?
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Love thy Self.
Absolute narcissism,
With a uniquely quantum twist.
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There can be no sense of time
Without the presence of awareness
Within which to imagine all things different.
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Until you discern the wonder
Of the unfolding eternal moment,
You will never truly see Eden.
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Everyone and everything and everything between the same awareness,
Waking up to whatever reality the patterned consciousness
Of the given nature-nurture ordains.
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Each of us plays out the day-to-day in our own unique Shakespearian fashion,
And within the ever-present consciousness, within the timeless awareness,
The quantum indivisibility, call it what you will, witnesses all as one.
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Chances are a dense mind will not perceive the inexplicable,
No matter how adroit and lucid and profound the exposition.
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The mind, harbor to every conceivable passion,
Must be ignored by those earnestly intending
To merge back into quantum indivisibility.
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Consciousness usurps awareness in every way, ever calling itself real.
Death tends to put a damper on this vain little pastime, ergo, tradition.
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What becomes of anything born of this quantum mystery is lost and gone forever,
Until some witness arrives to etch it in the ever-shifting sands
Of a very brief moment in the given sun.
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Within the big picture, details, and from details, the big picture.
The predictability of patterns within patterns within patterns
Is as sure in a single quantum as it is an entire universe.
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You are everyone and everything and the infinity between.
Drink deeply the awareness of any and all,
Or of nothing at all.
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Duality exists only in the dreamtime of consciousness.
Reality is singular through and through for all eternity.
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Be the awareness witnessing, and be free.
Be the awareness witnessing through the filter of consciousness,
And be bound by whatever whimsies it partakes.
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It is consciousness that presides over the passions.
Awareness is tranquility through and through.
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What is birth? What is death?
And what is this surreal dream between?
Can anyone more than churn out endless speculation?
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How is it that those who believe they are the creations of god
Do not in the same breath wonder where that god came from?
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We are all witness to the eternal Way.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Equal participants in this game of charades.
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Yes, there is no doubt God created this infinite universe,
So that so many could be unimaginably stupid about it.
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The quantum matrix is witnessed within and without,
They being but concepts about that which is neither.
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Curious how so many spend their lives evading the aloneness
They truly are, have ever been, and will ever be,
In this inexplicable singularity.
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Do the math, do the words, do the music, do the dance, do the whatever,
They all double-double-toil-and-trouble down to the same eternal emptiness,
The least common denominator of the ever-most-excellent Great Nada.
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What is a day in the nothingness of eternity?
And would seven of them really be any more?
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Stream of consciousness, stream of imagination, stream of mind.
Call it what you will, it is the same eternal mystery
Playing out however it will.
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To debate for or against some deity,
Some idolatry born of mind, some mythology born of time,
Is to miss the godness of the allness of it, aloof from all theatrics of the human genome.
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Who, what, when, where, why, how, are you,
But a set of temporal attributes that have no actuality
But through the quantum vibration of light and sound and form.
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As infinite on the outside as it is infinitesimal within,
And not even a point, a line, a plane, an object, between.
The imagination of consciousness is the origin of all creation.
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To discern the eternal life, the myriad binds of mind must be undone.
Cut the Gordian Knot of consciousness to discern the freest state of mind.
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How many zeroes is it to infinite?
How many to infinitesimal?
And of what concern to the many
Who cannot be bothered to count that far?
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Jesus was attempting to modify Judaism; Buddha, Hinduism;
And instead, both got new religions named after them,
And on and on they too splintered ad infinitum.
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The awareness upon and within which consciousness skates
Is an unfathomable mystery prior to and beyond all measure.
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The inexplicable expanse is as much within as it is without
When the line between inner and outer in awareness dissolves.
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From the eternal eye of awareness
Through the sensory plays of all existence,
An infinity of universes are created.
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This entire playground, this entire universe, is but fodder, chaff,
In the discernment of this kernel of awareness, this ultimate Self.
To discover you are the entire ocean in one drop is the brass ring.
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All creatures great to small are born of the same mysterious source,
And, in that ultimate reality, all are quite equal in this mortal fray.
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Ooh, ooh, mystery.
Ooh, ooh, brain freeze.
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Once you quiet, once you calm, once you still, all the many notions,
What is there but awareness free of any sense of other.
Anything less is just singularity knocking.
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What is birth but the beginning of a dream, and death its end.
And ever the great and powerful Quantum of Oz
Before and after and between.
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What does it take to waylay the conditioning,
But the momentary attentiveness called by some eternal life,
That which is prior to the mind-body, and the dream to which it is so attached.
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Every existence will at some point be extinguished,
And all the while, the matrix absolutely indifferent.
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Can you ignore the pain, the slings and arrows of aging and dying?
Can you rest easy in the ever-youthful fountain of awareness within?
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From the serenity of your mother’s womb,
You big-banged into your expanding universe.
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To be at peace, to be immersed in the ultimate awareness
That this mortal dreamtime offers in each and every streaming moment,
What greater quality of mind could there be than the intangible brass ring of eternal life?
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Pure awareness, agnostic, totally attentive,
Fully absorbed in the eternal moment,
Is the highest state of beingness.
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To the ultimate witnessing, the awareness prior to all dimensions,
It has never even once mattered who-what-where-when-why-how about anything.
That has always been, will ever be, for the dream of consciousness to sort out, however it imagines.
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Is there really such a thing as a soul?
Or is it merely the same quantum awareness,
The same nothingness, equally permeating everything?
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You are the same awareness, the same oneness,
That has witnessed all eternity and its countless creations.
Only imagination lost in vanity pretends otherwise.
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Despite being the inexplicable infinity of all potentials great to small,
You must abide the capacities and limitations of the given vessel.
In the words of Quintus Arrius: You are all condemned men.
We keep you alive to serve this ship. So row well, and live.
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And the quantum spun itself into everything, ever timeless, ever absolute, ever indifferent.
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Your egocentricity is really no different than the sun gods of ancient empires
Building grand monuments, erecting imposing tombs, contriving divine legends,
Flailing as you do at the impermanence to which all things every moment succumb.
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What is a sail but a compass to the wind.
What is the mind but a universe to awareness.
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Awareness is simply awareness, without any attributes, whatsoever.
It is only consciousness which conceives every variety of distraction.
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What need to believe in anything, really,
Once the eternal beingnesss of awareness
Resumes its default position at the helm.
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Mind-altering substances across this magical world are the gift of eternity to its Self.
The challenge, given their hedonistic potential, is a certain level of moderation,
And how well you utilize them for right purpose, at least once and awhile.
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Imagination is bound only by the limits of any given dimension,
That set by the quantum mechanics regulating the groundwork.
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The cosmos is rumored by many thinkers
To have begun infinitesimally small indeed.
Such is the nature of all things imagined.
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An unseen force, in which all existence rises and falls,
An ocean churning for whatever time eternity gives way.
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The limits of the mortal container are not the limits
Of the quantum awareness witnessing the field of view.
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The you that you play is but history.
The you that you really are is eternal.
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One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
And in the awareness bind them.
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Indifferent to all pasts, indifferent to all futures,
Indifferent to any and all assertions,
The awareness you are,
Simply is.
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What you imagine you are is quantum stardust.
What you really are is far older, far younger,
Than anything that can ever be conceived.
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Speculation is not truth.
It is all speculation.
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The mystery spawned you,
And you created a vast universe,
A partnership of senses and imagination.
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Place a near-infinite variety of containers,
All unique shapes and sizes, into a vast ocean of water.
In what way can the liquid within the seemingly individual boundaries
Ever be separate from the indivisibility of the ocean?
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Suffering is the consequence
Of identification with the mind and body.
In truth, you are the awareness
Prior to consciousness.
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This awareness of the oneness is the capstone,
The distillation of experience and knowledge into wisdom,
The eternal insight into the immortal essence
Of a mortal existence well spent.
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The universe is a vast matrix
In which all things dance
In every manner imaginable
Within the limits of the paradigm.
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The sensory play is spontaneously created
Through the mystery of consciousness
To witness an infinity of dreams.
Thou art a drop of That I Am.
How could this not be the Truth?
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See the indivisible,
Hear the indivisible,
Smell the indivisible,
Taste the indivisible,
Feel the indivisible.
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If this indivisible mystery is indeed formless, boundlessly infinite,
What are all the scientists, mathematicians, linguists,
And other conspirators of the mind to do?
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To be as a child is to return to that indivisible state of pure, eternal awareness,
Prior to the smoke-ridden consciousness to which time requires subscription.
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If all is that which is truly godness, then what is good, what is evil,
But an alliance between consciousness and its Self.
And you, the source, the witness,
Just pop in who, what, where, when, why, how, you please.
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It is the mind that divides; the mind that unites.
What is free will but the choice between duality and unicity,
The choice between what is real, that which is choiceless, and what is not.
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If you always do your best, if you always strive in a mindset of quality, of excellence, of virtue,
Then succeeding or failing is only of cursory consequence, a relatively negligible detail.
Process is all, and goals merely imaginary pauses along the eternal journey.
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You are that which is mystery, that which is unknowable, that which is eternal,
That which is prior to all attributes, all properties, all characteristics, all arrangements,
That which is prior to all the divisions, all the dualities, all the contrasts, born of consciousness.
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All groups, all cultures, since the origin of language,
Have used their natural environment to communicate their world.
The sun, the moon, the planets, the stars, the climate, the geographical features,
The myriad fellow creatures from great to small, all play parts in every mythological paradigm.
In these our modern times, we use our own creations to decipher the universe about us.
Technologies, politics, religion, business, media, personalities, ad infinitum.
Every conceivable mind-made, artificial, contrived invention,
Has all but usurped the relationship with nature.
The rules of the game are ever the same,
But ignorance leaves us deaf and blind and dumb
To the one and only reality that all creation is eternally interwoven,
At such an indivisible level as to make any part absolutely inseparable from anything else.
Imagination, and all its fabricated notions, all its dualistic concoctions,
May believe it can control this biosphere, this cosmos,
But it cannot make-believe for long,
Much less forever.
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From the unassailable inner eye of the one witness,
Prior to consciousness, unmoving, uncommitted, indivisible, all-seeing,
What is there to crave, what is there to consume, really, but sensations of the mind and body,
That ephemerally pass ever-changing from one streaming moment to the next.
Nothing more than smoke drifting through the awareness,
Like clouds moving across in the sky.
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To live fully in the moment requires that every moment be immediately perceived and released.
Life eternal is an ephemeral quality of mind, a state of unconditional detachment,
In which the you that is the timeless awareness prior to consciousness
Observes without giving weight to the incessant vanities
Of the fictional me-myself-and-I that you imagine your Self to be.
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What is any thought, any idea, but the thunder of a lightning strike in the quantum mind,
And a creative or troubled mind, a flashing thunderstorm, one ecstatic, the other agonizing.
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Perfect detachment is a state of stillness, of pure awareness,
Prior to consciousness and its ceaseless state of consumption.
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You drink a cup of water from your tap, and then you take a whiz.
The wiz travels through pipes, and washes into the river and down to the sea,
Little land critters and little water thingees drinking at it all along the ever-streaming way,
And in they in turn whiz away, and their whiz joins your whiz down to the sea.
And in the sea, more water critters drink and whiz back into the sea.
And the radiating star high above the sea sears its surface,
And the whiz slowly evaporates up into the air sea.
And the air sea drifts and flows this way and that,
And draws the whizz up into the pinnacles of the air sea,
And the whiz joins other whiz and forms into drops into clouds,
That move back over the land towards the mountains where it sprinkles
And drizzles and rains and pours and hails and snows back to the ground below.
And on the ground it moves to creeks to rivers above and below the ground,
And slowly the whizz moves down from mountainsides to the valley,
And to the well, where it waits to be drawn back into pipes,
And from the tap, poured into cup, for you to drink.
It is an indivisible, an inexplicable journey,
To which you are ethereal witness.
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Though all that is, is of the totality of the great quantum,
Few are drawn to discern the unborn-undying state.
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still swallow the red pill.
And why would anyone ever choose to endure this inquiry into the unknown.
The hollowness of ignorance, of believing your universe authentic, is its own form of bliss.
Alas in that way-back-when, that you could not help but notice something askew,
That you could not help but ask that first question, take that first step.
Red pill, blue pill, was there ever really-truly any choice?
* * * *
The rabbit hole be deep, the rabbit hole be dark.
The rabbit hole be in every which way, long and winding.
Save your Self the bother, enjoy the bliss of ignorance, take the blue pill.
You will never know what you missed, for, in truth,
There is nothing to know anyway.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how is one who enjoys?
Who-what-where-when-why-how is the one who suffers?
Imagination is indifferent to the agonies and ecstasies it inspires
In the ubiquitous quantum sea through which it larks.
* * * *
It will likely not be until humankind
Is on the harsh, cutting rocks of its mind-made creation
That it will perhaps, just perhaps, finally discern the unatonable error of its way.
And even then, how many will call it god’s will and pray for salvation,
Or blame anyone and everyone else but themselves?
* * * *
Thought is the stagnancy in which the mind harbors the notion of existence.
Only in awareness is the quantum essence playing at the cutting edge of dreamtime.
Thought is death, awareness, life eternal; the conceptions of consciousness merely vibration,
Waves crashing upon neuron shoals, naught but imagination confabulating sensory perception real.
* * * *
Where is any god, any deity, but in the innate primal recesses of imagination’s origin,
And its need for there to be some meaning and purpose for this inexplicable existence,
As if the inexplicable existence, the existential fray, is in itself not raison d'être enough.
* * * *
There is a limit to all the finite pretenses of knowledge.
The unknowable must forever remain unknown.
Science, despite all its heady determination,
Can only claw away so much at the quantum mist.
* * * *
How attentively can you listen, and for how long,
To a babbling brook, to a roaring river, to a crashing wave,
They who babble and roar and crash ever eternal.
The no-mind, the mind without mind,
Is a mind full of eternity.
* * * *
The human drama has no solution, no resolution.
It will carry on in its dysfunctional, wayward journey,
For as long as the species meanders this world or any other.
So, the trick is to endure and enjoy the ride as best as ye are able
In the ever inexplicably mysterious so it goes of it all.
* * * *
A mystery far too incomprehensible, far too enigmatic, far too ambiguous,
To ever more than nibble, scratch, plumb, and ponder.
All any can really do is be it,
As the corollaries of dreamtime allow.
* * * *
Concoctions of sweet, of sour, of salty, of bitter, of umami,
All built of the same quantum mystery, all dancing upon the quantum tongue.
Each of the five sensory organs – eyes, ears, nose, tongue, skin – and the brain to which they link,
Are wormholes to their conditional, their arbitrary, their temporal, rendering of a universe.
You daily travel time, you daily travel space, you daily wander, in the dream of mind.
* * * *
There are some things for which there can be no proof,
Some things that are not subject to the finite boundaries of mind,
Some things for which any answers are too large or too small for any question.
Some things that must remain forever unknown to the ceaseless conjectures of imagination.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Walk through it as you would a dream; detached observer, ethereal witness.
Inscrutable, enigmatic, unfathomable, mysterious, impenetrable, unreadable, unknowable,
Indecipherable, inexplicable, incomprehensible, sphinxlike,
Yet transparent all the while.
* * * *
Each of us with our own unique universe, each of us with our own unique world view,
Each of us with our own unique set, our own unique frame of reference, that we all deem normal,
Each of us perceiving through the untold filters of our time-bound nature-nurture matrix,
Each of us forever here now, forever absolute, forever indivisible, forever alone.
* * * *
Where do you think your wit comes from if not the ever-present, indivisible, quantum essence?
Of course, there is intelligent design at the helm of this inexplicable mystery.
And of course, it is indivisibly you, and you indivisibly it.
There is nothing to get all vain about,
Because everyone and everything else is, too.
All notion of duality is but delusion of the sensory mind.
* * * *
Awareness is the eternal purity, the eternal clarity, of all dreamtimes.
The silky-smooth elixir, the cosmic brew of those rare few
Called to discern, to witness, the only reality.
Source to all, source to none.
* * * *
Human consciousness is really nothing more than imagination
Playing an eternal game of hide and seek with its imaginary self.
* * * *
No new technology can more than offer brief respite, brief reprieve,
From the consequences of its accelerating exponential.
Fingers can only plug any dike for so long
Against the indivisible vibrancy of eternal nature.
* * * *
Every mind a solitary journey, a mortal epic in the dream of time.
The challenge is getting past the enticing lure of loneliness,
And clearly discerning the unfathomable aloneness.
* * * *
Discard all the overlays of your conditioning;
You are the quietude of the sovereign mystery.
* * * *
Pay attention, so many often exclaim,
But to what are you meant to pay attention?
Whatever draws it, grasshopper, whatever draws it,
And perhaps, if discernment’s edge razor-sharpens enough,
The draw may at some point be to the awareness, the source its Self.
* * * *
Be the formless, be the awareness, be the nothingness,
Be the you that is really not, has never been, will never be.
* * * *
Lives ripple through all the lives they meet: friend, acquaintance, foe …
And through all the lives they meet: friend, acquaintance, foe …
And through all the lives they meet … And through …
For as long as memory holds fast against the tides of eternity.
* * * *
Awareness is both the least and greatest common denominator.
The underpinning of consciousness, of all things known and unknown.
The quantum indivisibility through which duality cavorts the mortal ground.
* * * *
The matrix universe, an unfathomable quantum sea, swirls on and on and on,
Oblivious to cause and effect, to consequence, to destiny,
To any and all notions born of mind.
Time and space are but figments of imagination,
Inspired by the senses in the processor to which they are wired.
* * * *
The awareness you truly are is but eternal witness
Bound in one form or another, trapped in one patterning or another,
For as long as there is a manifest theater, a matrix, for dreams of consciousness to wander.
The inexplicable universe is but a quantum playground in which you will act out
Whatever agonies and ecstasies the given patterning allocates.
There is no escape; you are a captive of time.
Enjoy or suffer; attitude is all.
* * * *
Understand the union, the merging, the yoga,
Is not about the mind-body about which you are so vain,
But the you that is the eternal awareness in the all and nothing of it.
The inexplicable cannot be made any more explicable.
* * * *
The quantum essence is formless, shapeless, indefinable.
Forms are the inexplicable weavings of patterns.
To warrant them the inexplicable creations
Of some even more inexplicable deity
Must surely include the most inexplicable you.
* * * *
The point of symbols, icons, totems,
Is to determine they are in you, they are you,
For you are the many-faced god, the quantum undying.
* * * *
Is it free will to play out the only part you could have played?
It all seemed so unknowable, so unpredictable, so challenging, at the time,
But have you ever really been anything more than genomic coding,
Awareness witnessing the mortal program it was bestowed?
* * * *
No pattern abides forever; any given seed blossom but once.
But that of which all patterns are made … that indivisible quantum essence …
That which creates … preserves … destroys … that is immortal … that is godness … that is you.
* * * *
What is existence but oblivion wandering consciousness,
And non-existence, oblivion non-wandering unconsciousness.
The mystery’s definitive on/off state, the byte of life, so to speak.
* * * *
The bubble of consciousness in which the awareness you are resides,
Is nothing more than an imaginary invention, the convoluted consequence,
Of insatiable desire and its every moment tango with the abiding fear of not being.
* * * *
The streaming dreaming of consciousness sometimes enjoys, sometimes endures,
Its ceaseless jabbering, its mesmerized affirmation of all things manifest.
A quantum universe playing real in the rainbow of imagination.
* * * *
From nothing to something, from something to nothing,
All things emerging, all things disappearing, all things forming, all things dissolving.
The ocean, the source, ever tranquil, ever indivisible, ever absolute,
The many patterns nothing more than appearances,
Winds blowing, currents flowing.
All attributes nothing more than vibrating elements,
The primal chaos creating-preserving-destroying, the synchronicity of eternity.
* * * *
There have been billions of dreamtimes in the evolving monkey-mind,
As have there been in every genomic line across every time,
In this Gaia-induced musing of the quantum kind.
* * * *
The Lost Tribes: Is it really just about some ancient desert peoples forced into exile?
Or could it be about the unique few whose inexplicable destiny it is
To someday awaken to what they actually are?
A Tribeless Tribe, so to speak.
As with anything, as with everything, it is what you make it.
What is any history but a temporal means to sustain, to bolster, the given cultural mindset.
* * * *
The insights, the revelations, of eternity are for any
With the wit, the calling, to discern its timeless truth.
* * * *
Pure observation without measurement, pure awareness without movement,
Without ripple, without wake, without time, without space,
Is not that the highest form of science?
Is not that the way to discern the reality of the eternal
Within and without the within and without that has never really existed?
* * * *
Believing you know is but a false security to which most minds cling.
To a be as a child, alone and free; to be this instant, unborn and undying;
Is to be the mind realigned with the eternal moment and its inherent insecurity.
* * * *
The challenge is to get back to the timeless garden, the eternal Eden,
Of which no other animal on this spinning orb has ever lost vision.
* * * *
The religious mind lumps the great unknowable into a concept called God,
And then dreads and worships and dogmatizes the idolatry that comes to mind.
What is the point of mind gorp based entirely on arbitrary, dualistic imagination?
* * * *
Words, numbers, notes, and other symbols are all equally unable
To do more than describe, point out, the mystery that they serve.
* * * *
An itsy-bitsy bit of nothingness becomes an itsy-bitsy quantum
Becomes an itsy-bitsy molecule becomes an itsy-bitsy form become an itsy-bitsy life form
Becomes an itsy-bitsy fabrication of imagination, of comprehension,
That one day fathoms the nothingness,
The awareness, it is, has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
It is perchance time for those rare few who are truly done with the world, truly complete,
Those rare few who are content to artlessly be the most essential timeless state,
To let go of mind, to return to that which is prior to consciousness,
To that awareness which is Eden’s greatest potential.
* * * *
What will this world, this universe, this unfathomable creation, be like in one year?
One hundred years? One thousand years? One million years? One billion years?
One trillion years? One quadrillion? One quintillion years? One gazillion years?
As if a year, a single trip around our puny star, really happened in the first place.
* * * *
What is this mystery but pure awareness, pure intelligence,
Playing out every potential, every possibility it aspires to manifest,
To dream in whatever dimension its infinite dynamic ordains.
* * * *
Lamenting any loss, any change, what point, really,
When nothing even for a moment stays the same.
In the hologram matrix of this grand mystery.
* * * *
You are not the you that identifies with this corporeal body
Or this life or this world or this universe or any fragment of the great unknown.
You are the indivisible oneness, and that ethereal quantum state
Is enough for any earnest seeker turned seer.
* * * *
The witness, the awareness, the youness, indivisibly permeates all consciousness.
The other, the otherness, is ultimately naught but a fabrication,
Naught but an imaginary, dualistic notion
Of quantum design.
* * * *
There is no middleman between you and the mystery you are.
There is no need to endlessly agonize over questions that have no answer.
There is no need to believe, to worship, to follow, to pray, to grovel, to tithe, to dogmatize,
To dread judgments from an on-high, to quake over imaginary heavens and hells.
You are That I Am, you are that which is unborn, enduring, undying,
As untainted and free as you allow your state of mind to be.
* * * *
What are the senses but readers of the indivisible quantum energy,
And the mind the corporeal, finite neural processing unit
That organizes their steaming input into a world,
Into a universe in which you wander alone
In the ever-churning midst of dualistic otherness.
* * * *
We have a very challenging time facing the fact
That this three-dimensional existence is but a touchy-feely dream,
That absolutely nothing is permanent, that forever is nothing more than an absurd concept,
A sound whose only reality is but an insignificant vibration in the indivisible,
That has no binds to time, no commitment to form, whatsoever.
* * * *
Still the busy mind, and without giving anything any thought, simply be the awareness.
Give full attention to each of the senses: the eyes that see, the ears that hear,
The tongue that tastes, the nose that smells, the flesh that feels.
Pay attention to the momentary now, ever-streaming
Through the neural network to the central processing unit.
Where is your world, where is your universe, without the given mind
Projecting, reflecting, through the byzantine filters fabricated of imagination?
All creation is but the ceaseless patterning of nature-nurture set in motion some long ago.
A handiwork that has never been anything but an indivisible quantum matrix,
Never more than an inexplicable dreamtime of unknowable origin.
And the eternal unborn-enduring-undying awareness,
Witness to it all, you are it, and it is you.
* * * *
All laws, all principles, all canons, all decrees, all rules, and all other such things,
Are entirely born of the arbitrary, dualistic minds of humankind.
There has never been any deity but nature,
And its indivisible dynamic
Is witness, judge, jury, executioner, as needed.
* * * *
There is no part, no fragment, there is only the indivisible whole.
The divisible is but the fabrication of imagination,
And its relentless notions of duality.
Play the part, become the whole,
The nameless, prior to consciousness,
And it countless designs born of limitation.
* * * *
There it is again, beneath all the interminable facades of conscious design,
The essential as-real-as-it-gets youness, right here, right now,
Eternally present in an ever-timeless sort of way.
You are the irrefutable awareness.
There is no other.
* * * *
You are the mystery of you, the wonder of you, the eternity of you.
Only sensory perception, imaginary notion, separate you
From that most inescapably authentic reality.
Realize it, grapple it, know it, be it.
* * * *
To awaken to eternity, you, the inexplicable awareness,
Must doubt everything to such a great degree
As to be able to shake off the mind and senses entirely.
To become so inwardly at peace as to be neither mind nor body.
A state of timeless beingness for which few have either capacity or inclination.
* * * *
To discern your own mind, to discover the portal to the unknown,
What other point could there truly be to this rather mundane play?
* * * *
Even as quickly as sensory news travels through the synapses to the brain,
By the time it filters, by the time it registers, in the given mind,
The ever-present now has indivisibly streamed on.
As immeasurable as it may seem,
Even eternal life cannot keep up with reality.
* * * *
Yes, you have learned so much, figured out so much,
Yet here you are, right here, right now, really no less ignorant
Than you were as a newborn babe swaddled in cloth in the given manger.
* * * *
A certain genesis, a certain cosmos, a certain star, a certain world,
A certain distance, a certain whirl, a certain tilt, a certain evolution,
And voilà, here you are, playing out a mortal dream in space and time.
* * * *
When you get down to the nitty-gritty-brass-tacks gist of it,
You are really nothing more than the clear space of awareness
With a way long list of ever-changing imaginary assumptions.
* * * *
Awareness is a dimension without limits, without boundaries, without attributes,
Filled only by the vaporous notions of consciousness, its absorption with, its adoration of,
Its interminable permutations, incessant convolutions, never-ending frivolities, of imaginary origin.
* * * *
To be agnostic, to be uncertain, is to explore for your Self,
No direction known, no answers sought, no conclusions made,
Is to be as eternally present as consciousness in space-time allows.
* * * *
So subtle as to be ever obscure,
So esoteric as to be sought by the rarest of the rare,
So inexplicable as to stand alone, no matter the time, no matter the space.
* * * *
What is the difference between a flake of gold and a grain of sand,
But a level, a degree, a magnitude, an intensity, of quantum vibration.
The appraisals deigned by consciousness are naught but imaginary notion.
* * * *
What is it in the timeless course of space interwoven with time that stimulated the human mind
Into becoming so ingenious at tool-making and countless other disciplines?
What a phenomenal whodunit the evolutionary aspect
Of this unfathomable handiwork.
* * * *
Most life forms exist in a choiceless eternal vulnerability
That knows neither birth nor death, nor any measurable notion.
Instinct is the patterning established in all though the Darwinian shaping
Of each and every genomic strand over millions and millions of years of evolution.
Consciousness, as the human ego fields it, assumes an invulnerability that is utterly fictional.
The assumption of free will, of choice, despite all illusions to the contrary,
Is every moment shackled to the instinctual roots of origin.
To suppose that you are truly and completely free,
That you have reign over your choices,
Is a dubious assertion, indeed.
The ultimate truth of it is,
That in any manifest dreamtime,
You can no more alter the given part you play
Than any other living thing acting out its minute function
In this inexplicable, indelible, indivisible, immutable, cosmic hologram,
Born in the vapors of imagination moving to and fro in the clear space of awareness.
To give over to the vulnerability you in reality ever are, is a reflective view to which few are drawn.
* * * *
The quantum cosmos, a hologram matrix of creation, preservation, destruction:
Rising, falling, ebbing, flowing, ever-churning through the stillness of awareness.
* * * *
How can the here-now, the ever-present moment, ever be born, destined to one day die?
How can that which is without attributes, that which is indivisible, ever exist?
How can there be light or dark? Sound or silence? Right or wrong?
How can there be any this, any that, in an indelible mystery,
In which space and time are not, have never been, will never be?
* * * *
In one quantum, all quantum; in all quantum, one quantum.
One for all, all for one, in the one and only indivisible there is.
* * * *
What is there but awareness.
To call it infinite or infinitesimal is meaningless.
To give it any purpose, to slather it with any attributes, is irrelevant.
To even brand it truth is a beyond-the-pale absurdity.
* * * *
The weight of the world is but imaginary notion.
Still the mind, ignore the senses, waylay all the desires and fears.
Attend the awareness prior to consciousness, and, poof,
The world disappears in the mists of eternity.
* * * *
Stop believing all the deceptions the conditioned mind endlessly weaves.
You are the eternal awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
What a desolate conception of god has emerged in so many human minds.
How can any abide any vision that is not all-inclusive, all-accepting?
Any view that is cloaked by every imaginable dogmatic absurdity?
What is the point and purpose of all this incessant, nonsensical conflict
Over what is, and has ever been, nothing more than fictional confabulation?
* * * *
Any personal god is nothing more than an imaginary illusion-delusion.
You are the only thing personal wandering about this quantum mystery.
* * * *
No philosophy can ever more than point and sally at truth.
None can dictate more than piecemeal injunctions and futile remedies.
Language can never be anything more than barren distraction
From the inherent mystery peering out from within.
* * * *
Mother Gaia is becoming an ill-tempered, impatient dragon
At the unrelenting mismanagement of her elemental quantum nature
By the countless two-leggeds foolish enough to assert unrestrained dominance,
Over a mystery which can never be known, much less mastered.
* * * *
The clock hands go round and round and round, and you ever the same.
Whoo-hoo for eternity playing out the dream of space and time
In the awareness of your most thunder, perfect mind.
* * * *
You were told you were this, you were told you were that,
And now you meander the ever-present dream of space and time believing it all true.
A make-believe meme, a conditioned pattern, an autonomous invention,
Woven into the ceaseless chatter of the consciousness,
Each and every moment streaming
In the clear space of timeless awareness.
* * * *
Fabricating deities and grand complex schemas of heavens and hells and purgatories between,
Is really nothing more than an elaborate way of declaring how clueless you truly are.
Much more delusional, much more bothersome, much more absurd,
Than just being quietly, simply, honestly agnostic.
How much more profound it is to neither know nor care.
* * * *
How can the immaculate awareness you truly are,
Ever be more, ever be less, than what it is right here, right now?
What is this fleeting corporeal existence but a timeless dream, unborn, undying.
* * * *
You are the witness, the arbiter of your version of this sensory-created mystery.
Even if you subscribe some well-established mindset, it is ever your interpretation.
* * * *
How could the timeless awareness you truly are,
That which is without attributes, that which is absolutely singular,
Ever be in any way different, or in anyway separate, from anyone or anything else’s?
There is no divisibility but through the imaginary notions of consciousness.
* * * *
What is heaven, what is hell, but potentials of mind given over to equanimity or volatility.
What more can any ask of their dreamtime than to have a mind at peace with its Self,
A mind that is content, a mind that is serene, a mind that is eternal unto its origin.
* * * *
You are the mysterious unknown, peering out into a universe,
Entirely conceived by an organized collection of neurons.
Some sort of quantum be, quantum see, kind of thing.
* * * *
There is only the timeless instant, the eternal moment.
There is only right here, there is only right now.
There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow.
In the ever-present hereness-nowness of the indivisible ever is.
There is no past, there is no future, there is no ever was, there is no will ever be.
* * * *
In the ocean of indivisibility, the ocean of awareness, the ocean of consciousness,
In which all things in synchronicity move hither and thither, to and fro,
Existence is nothing more than a habit, a pattern, a recording,
A dream in which the nature-nurture of every seed
Plays out its timeless, inseparable part.
* * * *
How can anyone who has any wit, any savvy, any keenness, whatsoever,
Not doubt, not question, not think critically, is perhaps the greatest mystery.
* * * *
To recondition the mind into being timelessly ever-present,
Rather than being lost in time-bound imagery,
That is the eternal challenge.
* * * *
Awareness is the timelessness through which consciousness fashions space-time.
There is naught but now, in which imagination casts itself hither and thither
Like a wind that cannot decide whether to be a zephyr or a hurricane.
* * * *
Maybe you have got it, may you have not, but what is there to get, anyway?
You are awareness, you are absolute: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
God, Brahman, Allah, Quantum, isness, oneness, absoluteness, totality,
And the infinity of sounds by which it might also be known,
All fluid words used interchangeably herein
To give homage to that which is prior to all names.
* * * *
Who am I? Well, I am me, the same me as you.
Both of us likely just as attached to our flesh and bone guises,
Just as attached to our vain notions in this garden’s play of nature-nurture.
We are all nothing more than a relatively brief play of differences
Cavorting in the same vast ocean of indivisibility,
Ultimately born of the same source,
The same awareness,
The same unknowable unknown.
Name it, label it, describe it, identify it, classify it,
Sanction it however you will, it is ever the same inexplicable essence.
* * * *
What do you think the mystery used but its own quantum clayness
To create, to witness, to fathom, you and your temporal universe?
* * * *
The quantum mystery will pretend
Whatever meaning and purpose you vainly imagine,
And not even one scintilla of it ultimately real or important all the while.
* * * *
Doubt will carry you to whatever falsehood you can abide,
And then on to the next and the next and the next and the next and the next,
Until you finally achieve that eternal moment where there are no more untruths to be had,
That unutterable, timeless realization where you finally, indelibly discern
That you are, and have always been, and will ever be,
The way and the truth and the life.
There is no other,
Playing out every possibility.
* * * *
It is more than a little dubious, more than a little moot,
That anyone bothers speaking out about the way they view reality,
When it so often provokes more conflict, more thistles, in the minds of others.
Far more rational, far wiser, far kinder, to go hang out alone in some anonymous venue,
Some serene garden bench, some understated front porch, imbibing the spaciousness of awareness.
Enjoying in solitude, in tranquility, what relatively little mortal dreamtime is left.
* * * *
You are your own witness, your own muse, born of the world, the universe,
That your many attachments to mind and body inspire you to believe real and true.
It is but a quantum dream, but one you must play out for as long as the mortal faire allows.
* * * *
This dreamtime offers any educated mind incalculable ways to discern, to filter, this quantum theater.
Historian, scientist, mathematician, philosopher, anthropologist, sociologist, psychologist,
And on and on and on for minds born with the grit and gumption to learn.
* * * *
We tag this indelible mystery with so many names,
Shore it up with so many speculations,
All equally meaningless.
* * * *
We are all wandering our own very unique, very subjective, very alone, version of a universe.
A timeless conundrum, an inexplicable mystery, an immeasurable dream,
From all beginnings, through all middles, to all endings.
None of us have ever seen our own face, and none ever will,
Because there is not, has never been, and will never be, one to see.
* * * *
You are, indeed, a quantum jester.
A fool, a wit, a wag, a tool, for the indivisible unknown
To tarry for the briefest of whiles in an imaginary dream of space and time.
* * * *
What need do those who have awakened,
Those who have transcended all doubt,
Those who wander in unburdened awareness,
Have for any questions, or the answers they project.
* * * *
Some answers are far too infinite, some far too infinitesimal, for any question,
And those who query only hear the predictable echoes of their own projections.
* * * *
The mind is a castle keep, and the awareness you truly are its sovereign.
To allow no other to haphazardly trample about the dominion
Is to hold fast against the tempests of consciousness.
* * * *
Would that life were more fair, and suffering not such a mainstay.
In the draw of the genetic lottery, some get a royal flush,
While others cannot even score a high card,
And the remainder muddle in the abyss between.
The winds of nature-nurture carry us where they will.
* * * *
History is so much greater than any culture, any philosophy, any mound of gold.
And the world, the universe, the quantum field, is far greater than anything imaginable,
And the unknowable, the indivisible, the nothingness, prior to all manifestation, is trump to all.
* * * *
Travel time? How can something that does not exist be traveled?
How can you be anywhere but the here now in which you ever indivisibly reside?
Imagination, the quixotic author of this enigmatic quantum stagecraft,
Is the only time traveler there has ever been, or will ever be.
* * * *
What are you, what is any form, but a derivative of the indivisible totality.
All but infinitesimal widgets thingamajigging within the ever-kaleidoscoping quantum matrix.
Consciousness claiming to be this or that is but the delusion of imagination
Identifying with ever-changing temporal circumstance.
* * * *
The mystery plays out every preposition:
In-on, at-to, before-after, over-under, above-below, up-down, plus-minus, since-until,
inside-outside, with-without, around-through … et cetera,
And none of it all the while.
* * * *
Your original state was absolutely, indivisibly, unconditionally flawless.
The only question is whether that unutterably formless, timeless emptiness,
That immaculate awareness prior to consciousness, prior to all whims of mind,
Can be steadfastly reestablished while immersed in the given day-to-day.
It is a homecoming only the rarest of the rare ever contemplate.
* * * *
All things under every star across the great unknown
Are of the same quantum essence ever churning anew.
* * * *
This mystery is too incomprehensible to even try to shroud it with rhyme or reason,
And yet we do again and again and again. each and every mind born afresh,
Striving to comprehend the ever-mystifying nature of the given maze.
Is it any wonder saloons are full and needles litter the streets.
* * * *
Look deadly, be deadly; look deadly, be harmless;
Look harmless, be deadly; look harmless, be harmless.
Survival is as survival does in this indivisible quantum Eden,
This garden of good and evil born of imagination’s egocentric notion.
* * * *
Your illusory cosmos is your teacher, it is your frame of reference.
it is a interminable streaming of faces and places and every variety of form.
It is all the creatures from large to small, it is galaxies beyond what any eye can see.
It is words and numbers and sounds and symbols, and whatever else consciousness aspires.
It is the imaginary mind, it is the imaginary you, it is the imaginary not you.
And through it all, the ubiquitous awareness you truly are,
Ever the indifferent, solitary witness.
* * * *
All this time, all this effort, all this angst, all this sillines,
Only to finally figure out that it is all nothing more than a touchy-feely dream
Sponsored by an inexplicable quantum feed.
Argh, indeed.
* * * *
Each and every timeless, streaming moment passes the same.
Call it second, call it minute, call it hour, call it day, call it night, call it this year or that,
It is ever the same quantum eternity dancing in its own illumination,
And you, the awareness, its creator and witness.
* * * *
Awareness is the perceiving, awareness is the observing, awareness is the witnessing.
There is no observer, there is no witness; the source is not a thing, it is not consciousness,
It is not at all attached to any who, any what, any where, any when, any why, any how.
It merely is – indivisibly, indescribably, timelessly– free and clear of all attributes.
* * * *
The eternal salvation so many glibly guarantee is up to you to alone discern.
Even if you follow a trusted guide up an arduous, rocky mountain trail,
You are still required to endure each and every step along the way.
* * * *
Time is the streaming of consciousness.
There is no time in the heart of awareness.
Abandon the ticking clock lodged in your mind,
And apperceive the timeless, immeasurable beingness
You truly are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
The indifferent known, the indifferent unknown,
The indifferent universe, the indifferent world, the indifferent space-time,
The indifferent quantum, the indifferent mind-body, the indifferent who-what-where-when-why-how,
The indifferent now, the indifferent awareness, the indifferent truth, the indifferent false,
The indifferent everything, the indifferent nothing, the indifferent whatever,
All the same indifference masked by every indivisible guise.
* * * *
Discern the timeless stillness of the awareness prior to consciousness.
Become that peace, that tranquility, that calmness, that that serenity.
* * * *
What is human existence but an ever-streaming play of consciousness,
An ever-kaleidoscoping play of some given mind attached to some given circumstance,
An ever-emanating play of minds mesmerized by every imaginable difference
That the delusions of sensory illusion can fashion real and true.
Ultimately nothing more than the quantum enigma
Playing a game of light and shadow.
* * * *
The purgatory of consciousness offers only fragmented peace.
Heaven is the motionless oblivion of pure, unfiltered awareness.
* * * *
The time born of mind reigns through the continuity of its many memes, its many patterns.
Consciousness reinforces these repetitive cultural blueprints through conditioning.
Relatively few are inclined to free themselves from their domesticated lot,
To discern the timeless awareness at the cradle of all imagined.
* * * *
Quantum awareness, quantum consciousness: omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
What more god could you possibly witness? What more god could you possibly be?
* * * *
To see the reality of this awareness clearly, to discern what you truly, undoubtedly, are,
You must have the concentration and fortitude of a tightrope walker crossing a canyon.
* * * *
What is the universe but a quantum creation spun of nothing,
And every existence witness to a unique cosmos of patterned design,
As devised by the senses in their eternal perception of the winds of illusion.
* * * *
Consciousness concocts every imaginable speculation
To grapple with this inexplicable quantum mystery,
But its ultimate reality of is prior any metaphor.
* * * *
Consciousness is the movement, the vibration, the lightning storm, of the brain.
Mind is fabricated by the attachment to the many emotional and conceptual patterns,
The conditioning, to which it abides for whatever sojourn the dreamtime of quantum ordains.
* * * *
It is a perpetual yellow brick road littered with non sequitur.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Awareness, alone, serene.
* * * *
It is the nature of reflective, earnest doubt that no lie will long suffice.
Once you embark on this solitary journey to discern the truth of this implacable mystery,
There will be a never-ending array of ever-enticing interruptions and diversions.
Every sort of blind alley, roadblock, dead end, and impasse imaginable.
But there will be no turning back, there will be no stopping.
* * * *
If you give your self over to Self,
Things just seem take care of themselves
In a way that only you very much alone can witness.
No need to pray to some idol, no need to worship some god,
Just being fully in the ever-kaleidoscoping moment is more than enough.
* * * *
The awareness you are is within all life from the smallest to greatest, all across creation.
So you are every moment being born, you are every moment dying.
Life and death, how are they not the same?
* * * *
What sense can perceive the eternal conundrum of awareness?
What attribute can prove it? What word can define it? What mind can bind it?
Awareness is the sovereignty of all things imperceptible, unprovable, indefinable, unbindable.
* * * *
You are the eternal awareness experiencing manifest form.
To die to the little self is not physical death, but psychic death.
It is awakening, it is being born again, into the Self you truly are.
* * * *
An indifferent universe witness by an indifferent awareness.
Is the notion of caring any less capricious than the wind?
* * * *
Once you discern there is something more than the mundane temporal to this existence,
Once you realize awareness is the source code to this dreamtime, the rest is up to you.
* * * *
How quickly attitude can turn on its head.
How quickly perspective can morph into some contrary state.
How quickly white can become black, light become shadow, good become evil,
Clear become murky, more become less, hit become miss, right become wrong, love become hate,
Similar become different, have become have not, smile become frown, ecstasy become agony,
Flexible become rigid, pleasure become pain, interest become tedium, full become empty,
Kindness become intolerance, compassion become cruelty, inclusion become isolation,
Moderation become excess, exotic become tedious, eloquence become incoherent,
Positive become negative, respect become disdain, esteem become loathing,
Logic become arbitrary, harmony become discord, benevolence become malice,
Modesty become vain, honor become shame, virtue become vice, refined become coarse,
Yes become no, trust become suspicion, tolerance become prejudice, sensible become absurd,
Soft become hard, unconditional become qualified, sincerity become irony, reason become paradox,
Deep become shallow, hot become cold, happiness become sorrow, respect become contempt,
Freedom become coercion, paradise become dystopia, indivisible become divisible,
Reality becomes illusion, truth become delusion, red pill become blue pill,
And vice versa and hither-thither gray on all of the above, as well.
What is the psyche but a swirling cauldron of passion.
* * * *
Why in any god’s name would anyone ever need to kill anyone else,
Simply because they do not see this unfathomable mystery the same way?
How stupid must stupid be before stupid wakes up to its stupidity?
* * * *
Whether coincidences are anything more or less
Than the mystery creaking silently away in its synergistic fashion,
All speculations aside, is well beyond the pay grade of we playing out the mortal realm.
* * * *
You have always been very much alone.
Your attempts to avoid it have always proven futile.
It is your eternal nature no matter the diversity streaming about.
* * * *
Somehow the mysterious indivisible quantum glue of the eternal now
Holds together each and every streaming holograph moment one into the next.
It is just all too fucking boggling for consciousness to ever wrap its wee little mind around.
* * * *
In the worship of any god or gods,
What are individuals or groups really doing,
But bowing and scraping to imaginary confabulations?
* * * *
You must be very fearless undo all that has been done to tackle the unknown.
It is a yellow-brick-road journey from which you will not return as you were.
* * * *
To state this ethereal kaleidoscoping dreamtime is all one, quantum fact that it is,
Is for many little more than some after-the-fact-romantic-lyrical notion.
The timeless awareness is the ever-present, intangible reality,
And consciousness, despite all its skillful wordplay,
Can in reality never do much more than grunt and point.
* * * *
Though it is countless times the greatest of challenges,
You are, in the you-are-the-world view, your world’s keeper,
For there is not one part or particle that is not
As equally quantum as your Self.
* * * *
At some point in the hereness, at some point in the nowness,
Some minds, bit by bit, little by little, awaken to the given conditioning.
Awaken to the great doubt, the great question, and in that calamity of consciousness,
Begin a long and winding and solitary journey towards eternal reunion.
* * * *
Enthrallment with any of the assorted forms of occult power,
Whether it be called paranormal, sorcery, mysticism, spirituality, religion, or ad infinitum,
Are nothing more the continuing dance of consciousness with illusion.
* * * *
Those who would explore the expanses of the eternal mind
Will wander through many cycles of limbo, of anguish, of despair.
In the play of consciousness, there are no heights without nadirs between.
* * * *
Any given existence is just one thing after another:
Twinklings of delight punctuated by stretches of misery,
An indivisible dance from whatever beginning to whatever end.
* * * *
Someone may point out this inexplicable, indivisible mystery,
And perhaps offer thoughts and suggestions and cautions and encouragement.
Call them teachers, call them gurus, call them priests, call them mystics, call them what you will.
But there are no followers in the journey, the expedition, the quest, the pursuit, for Self.
There are no disciples, no believers, no devotees, no partisans, no adherents.
Only friends and acquaintances, and perhaps the vexing adversary,
All inquiring, very much alone, into what is real and true.
* * * *
There can really only be one source to this mystery.
The only question is whether it wears a Christian face,
A Muslim face, a Buddhist face, a Taoist face, a Hindu face,
Or any face at all.
* * * *
What is any pattern but an energy system
Interacting seamlessly with other energy systems
In one vast indivisible all-in-one-one-in-all quantum sea.
* * * *
It is attachment to one parochial mindset or another,
Attachment to one narrow-minded, insular vision or another,
That blinds so many to the fact that the same truth is indivisible in all.
* * * *
The gods of the electromagnetic spectrum run the gamut from long waves to short,
From the cosmic rays to the broadcast bands: the gamma rays, the x-rays,
The ultraviolets, the infrareds, the microwaves, the radars, the radios,
And whatever other idolatrous icons indivisibly radiates between and betwixt.
* * * *
You are the quantum program,
You are the quantum programmer,
Creation creating a quantum mirage.
* * * *
The great unknown, a mystery prior to the spontaneity of creation.
No need to fear it, no need to worship it, no need to bow or scrape to it,
No need to name it, no need to dogmatize it, no need to swath it in laurels.
No need to do anything other than to simply be it, as awareness allows.
* * * *
The sea of awareness knows no time,
Knows no space, is bound by no limitation.
What words could ever suffice to expound eternity?
* * * *
All mythologies are mind-made narratives; none abide in the eternal abyss.
They are not foundations to anything more than arbitrary, capricious cultural memes.
Thumb-sucking security blankets for those unable to endure alone the winds of temporal illusion.
* * * *
Jesus ain’t coming back, and you will not, either.
Each existence is a one-time show courtesy of the given seed,
And the ever-churning matrix into which it is cast.
* * * *
Free your Self of the concept of original sin,
The dualistic notion decreed by ignorance upon innocence,
That you were involuntarily forced into by being cast into the human epoch.
None are born wicked, none are born offending any god or gods,
None are born transgressing any moral imperative.
There is no sin, no evil, only separation.
* * * *
Why be envious of experiences others are fated to play out?
Are any parts really, truly, more important than your own?
Not even one iota of quantum stardust could be more or less.
* * * *
Discern the nature of any life form
In the awareness peering through their eyes.
There are none who are not cousins of the same puddle.
* * * *
You are reminded of your immortality, yet choose the death of separation.
All for a few coins, the vanity of the senses, and an ceaseless variety of illusive dreams.
We are all parts in each other's plays, witnesses to an infinite diversity.
Use your awareness to discover the unicity of it.
* * * *
Belief is a spurious brainchild of dualistic notion.
To believe implies that the subject is not connected to the object,
That the beingness is some dynamic force outside you, the observer, the witness.
It is a denial of the unicity of all that is seen, and all that is unseen.
* * * *
What need for belief? What need for creed? What need for faith? What need for prayer?
What insecure beasts we are that such inflated, hollow notions are given more import
Than the timeless awareness offered in each and every kaleidoscoping moment.
* * * *
From whence comes the ever-present voice you are within and without,
Is your portal to the awareness you truly are, have ever been, will ever be.
Make the call, take the plunge, score the deal, play the choiceless, ever now.
* * * *
You purchase, you barter, you gather, you maintain, you consume,
In every way your time and space allows, yet what are you in the reality
Before all beginnings, after all endings, and within every play of light between,
But an indivisible fistful of timeless, inviolable, undying, quantum dust?
* * * *
The weaving of doubt and negation are the magic carpet, the ruby slippers,
That will get you back to the integrity of the eternal mind,
The virtuousness of the eternal life.
* * * *
As you skim this thought, everything manifested, everything quantum, is ever shimmering anew.
A wave of life comes into being, another crashes down, and many roil in the between.
Wave after wave after wave, timeless, without beginning, without end.
* * * *
There is much more faith in timelessly abiding in the awareness of the given moment,
Accepting whatever gifts, enduring whatever tortures, the eternal dreamtime manifests,
Than can ever be concocted by any fear-based belief system fabricated of the human mind.
* * * *
All belief systems of mortal persuasion are fear-based, greed-laced, and mundanely played.
It takes much more courage to stand alone, absolute and free in the indivisible dreamtime of eternity,
Than it ever will milling about, mindlessly ditto-heading with any time-bound, idolatrous herd.
* * * *
Your mortal stance, when contrasted to the eternity you truly are,
Is really no longer than that of a fruit fly, or even the universe.
What is it that entices you to believe this worldly theater real?
* * * *
In less than a blink of a blink of blink,
All is undone and done, again and again,
An infinity of times prior to all counting.
* * * *
Only in timeless awareness is there anything resembling free will,
And even then, the patterned meme filters the dreamtime theater.
* * * *
You are That I Am
Which is born again and again anew
In each and every eternally kaleidoscoping immortal moment.
* * * *
The only thing anyone can be sure of, is that no one can be sure of anything.
Even death and taxes are rather dubious in the fathoming of the unfathomable.
* * * *
How everything can be so different, and yet so much the same all the while,
Is the ever-present irony and paradox of this indivisible quantum mystery,
To which all fated to see must in timeless awareness, mindfully fathom.
* * * *
The fact that you are here in a particular form
Means you must act, you must function, in one way or another.
Until the body-mind is done, until it is food for worms, you will play out the given role.
The way that happens is labeled in many ways: destiny, fate, kismet, karma.
All of absolutely no importance to the witnessing awareness.
* * * *
Despite all groupthink to the contrary, you must work out your own eternal salvation.
Believing, hoping, praying, that some other will do it for you misses the reality.
Embracing agnostic oblivion is the true potential offered by awareness.
* * * *
To realize without doubt that you are the indivisible,
That you are not the temporal body or the universe it entails,
Is the supreme benediction, the paramount grace, existence can offer.
* * * *
Real and true peace is an unattainable ideal for the passionate mind.
Only in the stillness of eternal awareness is its true realization attained.
* * * *
It is awareness that is the immortal aspect, not consciousness.
Consciousness is but the filament of imagination,
The means to create and play in time.
It can never be real.
* * * *
Quantum is the multi-dimensional veil,
In which the omnipresent-omniscient-omnipotent mystery,
The nothingness of origin, god by any name, the source its Self, witnesses all.
* * * *
What is consciousness but wave after wave bound to attributes.
Awareness is the nothingness, the unknowable unknown of eternity,
Prior to all dimensions, all imaginary dreams of space and time.
* * * *
Birth is a moment like this, death is a moment like this,
And the eternal life between is filled with moments like this.
* * * *
Despite all assertions to the contrary, humankind is not the be-all-end-all of this manifest mystery theater.
We have certainly played out a remarkable reverie in our trifling fragment of space-time,
One perhaps not replicated anywhere else across the starry-starry cosmos,
But our egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric hullabaloo,
From whatever prelude to whatever finale,
Has never really been more
Than vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity on steroids.
At best a negligible undulation in the electromagnetic spectrum.
* * * *
Imagine you suddenly came into consciousness in an adult body without any prior experience.
No narration, no knowledge, no conditioning, no language, no attachment, no desire, no fear,
No family, no friends, no enemies, no sense of identity, completely alone, an absolute abyss.
Just pure awareness, observing the sensory feed without it making any sense, whatsoever.
A stranger in a strange land, wandering the ephemeral garden orb, as free as free can be.
* * * *
You are but a momentary portal to that which is unknowable.
An ephemeral window between what is and what is not,
In which the eternal witness has the opportunity
To observe its Self through a worldly dream.
* * * *
You are Quantum: creator-preserver-destroyer of universes beyond counting.
All across this world, in every epoch, you have sung many songs
And left behind many writings, many creations.
You are all that has ever been, you are all that will ever be.
And in your wake, every possible ripple, every imaginable consequence.
All creation emanates within and without the indifference of your timeless awareness.
* * * *
All the pain, all the pleasure, all the agony, all the ecstasy, you have ever experienced,
Have been profound teachings when seen from the vista panorama of pure awareness.
* * * *
The unknowable unknown,
The never-born-never-die quantum reality,
Is immeasurably, indivisibly, timelessly, absolutely anonymous.
* * * *
What if the entire human spectacle, the entire world, the entire universe, the entire creation.
Is merely a means, a scheme, a ruse, a gambit, a ploy, a plan, a tactic, a stratagem,
For the ultimate awareness, the ultimate intelligence, to discern its Self.
What if the definitive speculation is all about you sitting there,
Quietly reading these words, and realizing it true,
And you Soul witness of your version.
* * * *
Consciousness requires attributes to play out its spew of imaginary notions.
Without forms, without concepts, it is caught in the abyss of awareness.
* * * *
Awareness is a solitary quality of mind, a state of timelessness, of eternal life.
And if you are to awaken to it, you must awaken alone,
For no one can do it for you.
* * * *
Death will arrive in a moment very much like this one,
With consciousness coming to an end, and eternity steadfastly carrying on,
Without the you as you have come to know it in the identification with the mind-body dreamtime.
The one and only real you, that you always are, have always been, will ever be.
* * * *
Any and all idolatry is but the imaginary confabulation of the conceptual mind.
It was not any deity who created us in its image, but we, he-or-she-or-it, in ours.
Give this moment, this instant, no thought, and awareness is the unalterable alter,
The matrix, the hologram, in which you very much alone, in every twinkling, reside.
* * * *
Human consciousness is but one lineage,
Of the of the natural-selection quantum mystery of evolution.
The synergy of awareness, brain, brawn, sensory nerve endings, opposable thumbs, larynx,
Two arms, two legs, lung capacity, group dynamics, sexuality, et cetera.
Witness that you are, have ever been, will ever be,
It is all about you, and not all about you all the while.
* * * *
Try to forget the little self, the fictitious identity, at least once and awhile.
Expand into the indivisible universe, the timeless totality, within and without.
Be the awareness, the big Self, that you truly are, have ever been, and will ever be.
* * * *
To fathom all you are, to fathom all you are not,
To discern the ultimate reality of this enigmatic eternal awareness,
You must examine the given life, the given mind, the given body, both within and without,
Catching and releasing any and every form, any and every thought,
Until only you in still awareness remain.
* * * *
Each and every moment, inhaled and exhaled, examined and released.
The eternal life is not for those who cling to the imaginary concoctions of mind.
The vague memories of all that is ever come and gone, is not real living.
It is the stillness of awareness that is the fountain of existence.
* * * *
What is real, what is true, what is you, is never knowable
In anything but the most timeless sense awareness allows.
* * * *
Is consciousness higher or lower in this monkey-mind theater,
Or more likely a long and winding continuum of endless complexity:
More or less intelligent, more or less attentive, more or less knowledgeable,
More or less perceptive, more or less creative – all about different things.
How amazing anything exists at all, much less evolved to such a degree
As to expand this mystery to an even greater scale of unfathomable.
* * * *
Eventually the human drama’s candle will go out, and all we have done
Will perchance be discovered and studied by some intelligent alien species
That has somehow survived their own rise to the heights of cooperative effort,
And become technologically proficient enough to travel across
The vast expanses of an all but infinite universe.
Think about it very astutely, how likely is it, seriously?
And why on earth would it, could it, should it, matter in any way?
* * * *
How can any gaze out into the immeasurable universe
And truly believe some vain, wrathful deity
Born of their feeble imagination
Did all that and more?
Pfffft.
* * * *
From the immeasurable mystery of eternal nothingness,
The churning quantum of creation and preservation and destruction,
An ever-emanating juggernaut beyond all reckoning,
The eternal nothingness all the while.
* * * *
What if no one but you really exists?
What if it is all noting more than imagination
Playing out a sensory dream in the void of awareness?
* * * *
What is male, what is female, but the ways and means
By which the three-dimensional dreamtime of awareness plays on,
But ultimately ever the same essence, ever the same androgynous indivisibility.
* * * *
Humankind, the world, the universe, and all its many creations, is doomed to destruction,
Because there is nothing that can be saved or preserved in this quantum hologram.
Attachment to attributes, attachment to illusion, binds you to such concerns.
* * * *
Regarding your fate, you do not know what it is,
But you do have one, every manifest creation does,
In a quantum indivisible sort of way, of course.
* * * *
Every humanoid since the species evolved in the jungles of long ago,
Each with its own exclusive twist of a monkey-mind,
Plays out a completely different aspect of the same swirling consciousness,
Entirely based on the draw in the genetic lottery, and the winds of time into which the seed is cast.
We are all witnesses to completely unique quantum universes born of imagination.
* * * *
How can this unfathomable mystery not be boggling prior to and beyond all belief?
What need for faith? What need for religion? What need for philosophy?
What need for anything but to meld into the timeless nature,
The eternal awareness pervading all creation.
What need to more than realize the indelible enigma of it,
And to freely blossom into the inexplicable reality that you are it, it is you.
* * * *
To be but timeless awareness,
To be but the source prior to all patterning,
Is a quest all who doubt must undertake very much alone.
* * * *
Despite all the encumbrances about your body and in your mind,
You have never really possessed anything or anyone, and never really will.
You are but a temporal squatter in an erstwhile dream born of quantum playing time.
* * * *
The mind that craves more, more, and still more.
Has everything but eternal life, sometimes called heaven.
Something to do with camels and eyes of needles.
* * * *
The personal mind, the quantum mind, the cosmic mind, the eternal mind, the no-mind,
Are all the same ephemeral awareness, the same witness, the same youness,
Really nothing more than alternating frames of consciousness,
Filtering as the whimsical moment inclines.
* * * *
The road less traveled is less a road than a solitary, interminable, cross-country odyssey,
Through an uncharted, untamed, no-direction-known wilderness
Complete with every distraction imaginable.
* * * *
Natural laws supersede any and all man-made concoctions.
Even the gods cannot waylay the order of quantum chaos.
* * * *
What is this magical-mystery dreamtime
But a teensy-weensy sliver of imaginary perception
Sandwiched between the pre-historic and post-historic unknown.
* * * *
As it stands in its evolutionary tack, the monkey-mind
Is not even remotely capable of fashioning a casteless culture.
We are as bound by our Darwinian differences as any other creature
That has ever risen into being on this inexplicable garden world.
* * * *
The ultimate you, is in every moment, in every dimension,
Creating and preserving and destroying, incarnating and morphing,
Into any and every form that this ineffable quantum mystery deigns to devise.
There is no beginning, there is no end, there is only the unknowable.
* * * *
You are this eternal nowness, and this eternal nowness is you.
This is the one and only nowness awareness ever is, has ever been, will ever be.
In some soon-to-be mind-body space-time, you will be “doing” something else in the same nowness.
And still later, it will be the same awareness “doing” something else in the same nowness.
The timeless mind prior to the kaleidoscoping dreamtime is ever the same.
Eternal life is being mindful in an empty-mind sort of way.
* * * *
Nature is the timeless filament of all creation,
The source code by which all things come to pass,
The brush used by the quantum unknown
To paint itself the dream of time.
* * * *
Perhaps the only true act of free will
Is whether or not you give yourself over
To the choicelessness of awareness.
* * * *
We are all witness, ever alone, ever absolute, in our own unique version of a universe.
We are all right, we are all wrong, each and every one, each and every eternal moment.
* * * *
In every age, there are those rare few in any and every imaginable context,
Who awaken to the timeless awareness within all things great to small.
Some mold what will become dogma; others wander serenely alone.
The mystery in which all equally reside gives its Self freely to any and all.
* * * *
Point of reference, frame of reference, box of reference, matrix of reference, hologram of reference,
From small to large, each and every mind fabricates a unique rendering of a universe,
All ultimately nothing more than the endless spinnings of imagination.
* * * *
Whether quantum space-time is the function of the sensory-mind,
Or the sensory-mind the function of quantum space-time,
Or both are indivisible partners in awareness,
The resulting interweaving, the resulting dreamtime,
Is nothing more than a very real-seeming, figment of imagination,
Consciousness hypnotizing its Self into believing its timeless concoction real,
An illusory theater playing out every imaginable manifestation in every imaginable way.
* * * *
Across the planet throughout all time, every human being, every life form,
Playing its little quantum-chemical-biological-cultural patterning real,
To whatever degree awareness through consciousness perceives.
* * * *
The same eternal source in all timelessly witnesses all.
It is the omnipresent-omnipotent-omniscient undying force.
Ageless, changeless, perpetual, unending, interminable, transient,
Immeasurable, inestimable, everlasting, boundless, infinite, immortal.
* * * *
It is in the winds of complete and attentive breathing,
That you will be as alive as the quantum dreamtime allows.
* * * *
What is eternal life but the ephemeral awareness you truly are,
Paying as much attention as possible to the one-moment-at-a-time universe,
To which the given sensory mind-body dreamtime of temporal consciousness subscribes.
* * * *
Everything is distraction from reality.
Only the ephemeral is real.
In awareness, be.
* * * *
What is the cosmos but a massive, indivisible quantum matrix.
Matter patterned into every imaginable organic and inorganic permutation.
Continuously changing, altering, shifting, fluctuating, mingling, consuming, emanating, evolving.
A mechanism so beyond-all-bounds incredible as to be forever boggling.
And however you may or may not partake the truth of it,
You are it, and it is you, there is no other.
* * * *
What is real meditation
But the turning off of time-bound imagination
For a brief wander in eternity.
* * * *
The momentary awareness perceives through the senses
What the mind born of the quantum essence has engineered.
Always something to see, to hear, to touch, to taste, to smell,
Yet ever the eternal nothingness in each and every while.
* * * *
The closest thing to free will, to self-determination, to freedom of choice,
In this infinitely choiceless universe fashioned of every imaginable patterning,
Is the timeless awareness of the quantum essence from which all things stream forth.
* * * *
What is the point, what is the reality, of any story, any chronicle, any history,
Once all trace, all recollection, of it has been lost in the mists of eternity.
Ask the forest tree, fallen and decaying, unwitnessed and unheard.
* * * *
Awareness, that which is prior to consciousness,
That which is prior even to the quantum indivisibility,
Is the mysterious potential from whence all things manifest,
The matchless singularity, prior to one, much less two.
* * * *
What do you think all this is founded on, if not the indivisible primal source,
The quantum matrix of timeless origin, the one-and-only oneness given over to space-time,
Creator and creation in the one-in-all-and-all-in-one grand singularity,
The awareness in which all dreamtimes spring.
* * * *
To all belief systems that imagine god separate,
Why would you ever cater to such limited concept?
To a notion that does not include you one in the same?
* * * *
The limits of perception are obvious,
The doors of perception, immeasurable.
* * * *
What is history but a perpetual game, to which chess and go and dominos, are but artless analogies.
It is an ever-streaming, ever-emanating, ever-graceful, temporal play of consciousness.
Imagination given context in the hologram-matrix of quantum space-time.
* * * *
Awareness cannot be possessed.
It is neither yours nor mine nor ours.
We are it and it is us, every moment unreal.
* * * *
The mind ever seeks the security, the certainty, the consistency, that cannot be.
Constant change is the ultimate overriding attribute of this manifest quantum theater,
And it is only the no-mind steadfast in awareness that can wander through it,
Calm, collected, composed, untroubled, unconcerned, harmonious.
* * * *
Conscious breathing, the awareness of every inhale, every exhale,
Is as present as present can be in the matrix hologram born of mind.
* * * *
No matter the speculation, no matter the assertion, it always ends up being the same inexplicable mystery.
So, what is the point of endlessly arguing, much less slaying others who will never see it the same.
Discern the tranquility of an agnostic framelessness of mind, and make that your harbor.
* * * *
What is it we label God by countless names but all things quantum,
Including the timeless awareness you believe your own,
Peering out through the given sensory array.
Duality is illusion; all is singularity.
Thou art That I Am.
* * * *
What is known of the immeasurable reaches where the unknown reigns,
But the shimmering attributes that imagination adjudges real and true.
* * * *
You are as free as the mind is empty,
As free as the mind is naught but pure awareness,
As free as consciousness that has set aside any and all concern
For its Pandora’s Box hodgepodge of endless bothers.
* * * *
We are all just temporal recordings of consciousness,
Each and every one of us playing out one little meme or another.
Yet at the essential level, each and every one of us is the same quantum source,
Each and every one of us the same unfathomable awareness.
What is to argue about, what is to kill for?
* * * *
And why would not so-called God, be so infinite as to include you in its creative process?
How ridiculous to believe your imaginary self, separate in any way, any shape, any form.
* * * *
Is it space-time that passes,
Or the awareness that travels a dream of time,
Ever steadfast, ever true.
* * * *
Where is the difference? Where is the attribute? Where is the transformation?
Where is anything in the mystery of mysteries, that which is eternally indivisible?
* * * *
Is it day? Is it night? Is it any time?
Open thine inner eye, thine eye of awareness,
And discern what is real, what is true.
* * * *
How many star-filled universes may have come and gone before the so-called Big Bang
Or Creation or Genesis or Turtles-All-The-Way-Down-All-The-Way-Up,
Or whatever other metaphors mind may have conjured up.
And how many will come and go after this rendering,
And how many are simultaneously happening right now,
And what was and will be before and after any or all of them,
As if there could ever be any before or after any timeless fabrication,
Before or after what may well have never really happened in the first place.
Anything and everything is on the table in the indivisibleness of all things quantum.
* * * *
Your immortality may reflect in thought and deed in this mortal banquet,
But they are naught but vibrations in the indivisibility of the quantum reality.
* * * *
Illustrate, if you can, where you are in a mind that is still,
Where you are in the timeless quietude of pure awareness?
* * * *
What is death but the end of time, the end of space,
The return to the eternal indivisibility that all ever are.
Nothing to fear, nothing to doubt, simply the way it truly is.
* * * *
Were the so-called seers and mystics and prophets in ancient times and places, early scientists?
Or merely charlatans taking advantage of fearful, gullible flocks for their own ends?
Any answers are but assertions of one unverifiable speculation or another,
But of the muddled, tangled histories played out since, we can be much more sure.
* * * *
Awareness sets in motion the pretense of existence.
The brain is but a fertile recording and processing apparatus,
That the senses permeate with an ever-present universe,
In which the mind plays out its imaginary theater.
* * * *
If you are the ever-present awareness every given moment offers,
What need for identity, or any other contrivance of consciousness.
* * * *
Where can “you” ever be but right here, right now,
In whatever sphere, whatever bubble of awareness “you”
In the inexplicable, indivisible quantum hologram-matrix reside.
* * * *
What is it little old you discerns in this theater into which you have without choice been cast?
Without all the countless devices we toolmakers have devised to measure our universe,
Without all the sciences, without all the mathematics, without all the technologies,
Without all the things the monkey-mind will do to quantify to the nth degree,
What is it you for your Self alone intuit, you for your Self alone deduct,
What is it you for your Self, without any influence from any other,
Discern real and true in this immeasurable enigma beyond all pales?
* * * *
Awareness is naught but awareness.
Neither near nor far, high nor low, great nor small,
Good nor evil, true nor false, boundless nor bound, real nor unreal.
It is the what is, that ever is, yet has never been.
* * * *
You are in no way, no shape, no form, separate from the totality of this mystery.
Call it what you will – God, Brahman, Tao, Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Allah, turtles ad infinitum –
All dualistic notion is founded upon believing the illusions body and mind weave,
Upon believing the ever-kaleidoscoping sensory input real.
* * * *
Just what ‘part’ of the mind-body-spirit do you believe is immortal,
If not the indivisible awareness, that vast totality both within and without,
In which within or without are nothing more than confabulations of imagination.
* * * *
To be the undying awareness is to wander without attachment to the dream of mind,
To endure, free of time, free of all the agonies and ecstasies imagination musters into notion.
Eternal existence is for the rarest of the rare, those few and far flung who render themselves whole.
One must be absolutely fearless to ascertain the immutable immortality
They are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
The only objectivity resides and abides in the indiscriminant awareness.
All creation is arbitrary from whatever beginning to whatever end.
* * * *
Who is the who, who desires? Who is the who, who fears?
Who is the who, who plays out any action, plays out any passion,
But the indivisible awareness cloaked by the attachment of consciousness
To the mind-body presenting itself, pretending itself, colluding itself, real and true.
* * * *
The entire human spectacle, and all its countless histories,
Is nothing more than ever-changing, temporal, imaginary perception.
A make-it-up-as-we-go, spontaneous kind of thing, that really is not any thing at all.
A holographic dream, which all are genetically programmed, culturally conditioned, to play along.
An enigmatic quantum reverie: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Very bemusing to all concerned, indeed, indeed.
* * * *
The you, you think is you, the me, I think is me, the s/he, s/he thinks is s/he,
Are they really a different you, a different me, or a different s/he?
Who is born, who dies? Who is reborn, who dies again?
Who abides in heaven, who abides in hell,
But the same awareness in all.
* * * *
Consciousness is the source of all disparity.
In the quantum indivisibility, there are none.
* * * *
What is the world, the universe, but a baggage train of notions
Slung about by imagination as if it were real and true.
As if it was more than a nebulous collection
Of pluses and minuses streaming about a neuron matrix.
Discern the awareness you are, disentangle from thought, wander unbound.
* * * *
The mystery is the mystery is the mystery.
You are but one speck, one light of awareness – no greater, no lesser –
Of the incalculably vast universe of witnesses to the indelible, unfathomable, indivisible, unknown.
* * * *
No point worrying about death; it is going to happen one way or another.
Whether the means is infection, cancer, blood, endocrine, mental, nervous, circulatory,
Respiratory, digestive, musculoskeletal, genitourinary, perinatal, congenital, or some external cause.
The flesh and bones to which you are so attached is fated to melt back into the indivisibility.
If is useless, and vain hope for something more, nothing but idle speculation.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, keep moving while you can.
* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum changes. the chemistry changes,
The body changes, the mind changes, the world changes, the universe changes,
But the awareness, that which perceives that which exists only in imagination, is ever the same,
Unborn, undying, each and every indivisible, indelible, enigmatic moment.
* * * *
Everything that happens is beyond all explicability.
There is no reason, there is no purpose, there is no doer,
And the awareness, the witness you are, is the source of it all.
* * * *
Are you streaming through space-time, or is it timelessly appearing through you?
What is this inexplicable, impenetrable, indelible, incomprehensible,
Indecipherable, inscrutable, inseparable mystery,
But an indivisible emanation of the ephemeral eternity you are.
* * * *
You have been hypnotized, conditioned, brainwashed, mesmerized, indoctrinated, deceived,
Into imagining you are what you are not, have never been, and will never be.
In the one and only indivisible reality prior to consciousness,
You are timeless, you are without bounds.
Know this, and break free of all limits born of mind.
* * * *
But for the currents of consciousness,
It is as quantum indivisible on the inside
As it is quantum indivisible on the outside.
* * * *
Call it what you will
– Collaboration, collusion, syndicate, conspiracy –
The quantum enigma is in charge.
* * * *
Human beings always want more-more-more in their ephemeral sojourn in space-time.
But more is really nothing more than an itsy-bitsy vibration in the electromagnetic spectrum,
An indivisible, unborn-undying quantum whatever, which has neither beginning nor end,
Nor any size, nor any shape, nor any limit, nor any time, nor any value, whatsoever.
* * * *
Who is the I that believes this awareness their own,
But a brief fiction of imagination entirely alone.
* * * *
Who, what, where, when, why, how … am I?
Who, what, where, when, why, how … are you?
Who, what, where, when, why, how … is anyone?
Who, what, where, when, why, how …….. is anything?
But the same indivisible upwelling permeating everything.
Call it by whatever vibration you choose, it is the same clayness,
The same omniscience, the same omnipotence, the same omnipresence,
The same unborn-undying awareness, ever creating its Self anew.
* * * *
We are only young or middle-aged or old on the outside.
The awareness within is ever the same timeless upwelling.
* * * *
All time, all history, all narration, whether individual or cultural,
Is nothing more than the play of consciousness, a paradigm of imagination.
All illusion, all delusion, all nothing more than the existential collusion of memory cells.
You are, have ever been, will ever be, the ever-present, right-here-right-now of eternal awareness,
The singular observer, the solitary wanderer, in the infinite-infinitesimal
Of nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The eternal life offered by pure awareness is the one and only true religion.
It has no name, and requires no faith, no scripture, no dogma,
No idols, no symbols, no priesthood, no followers.
Those who believe otherwise muddle in the fog of vanity.
* * * *
Contemplation is about consciousness
Putting your imaginary universe in perspective.
Meditation is about being the awareness you actually are.
* * * *
There are no attributes, no patterns, no systems, no laws, no histories,
No quantifying measurables at all in the immeasurable indivisibility.
* * * *
All patterns are created of illusion.
From the indivisible, all creation arises, all creation subsides.
There is naught but eternal unicity.
* * * *
The explorer of consciousness is very much alone
In the maze-like concourses of the eternal fabric,
The imaginary hologram of the passionate mind.
* * * *
What difference between wafting smoke and solid concrete?
Both change, certainly at different rates by any eye,
But just as absolutely, just as inexorably.
It is a god-eat-god universe,
No matter how any mind might measure it.
* * * *
Whether called Baal, Tao, Brahman, Buddha, Allah, God, or any other name mind might devise,
No conception imagined by consciousness can ever be more than a temporal metaphor.
The unknowable, ineffaceable truth of this mystery is timelessly indivisible.
Infinitely, infinitesimally, omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient.
* * * *
The indelible mystery you indivisibly are, is neither friend nor enemy.
It is indifferent to all imaginary notions, indifferent to all temporal attributes.
What attachment can that which creates and preserves and destroys,
Without motive, without remorse, have to anything?
* * * *
Being domesticated, being cultivated, being trained, as a human being,
Does not make you any closer to godness than any other life form.
Every single beast has evolved from the same quantum origin.
The only difference between you and any other organism
Is an inexorable egocentricity born entirely of imaginary notion.
The entire human drama is nothing more than a collusion of consciousness,
Made possible by the evolutionary happenstance of an ingenious, group-oriented mind,
Two arms, two legs, a larynx, opposable thumbs, and high-capacity lungs.
No critter ever born into this mystery ever stood a chance.
And, being far too clever for our own good,
Neither, ultimately, do we.
* * * *
Intelligence is a quantum program,
Encoded by natural selection,
Witnessed by awareness.
* * * *
The quantum physics of nature is indivisibly, timelessly, irrevocably Darwinian.
Vectors and velocity and mass spin out consequences each and every moment.
* * * *
All the monotonous things you do day after day after day,
Broken down into a never-ending stream of programmed fragments:
Eating, sleeping, working, brushing the teeth, trimming the nails, ad infinitum,
How much longer to get the gist? To figure out the mystery is the awareness you ever are.
* * * *
How could the observer not be the observed,
In this indivisible, kaleidoscoping, quantum mystery theater?
Pfft, even the most supreme being humankind can ever imagine knows that.
* * * *
Who is there to prove anything to, really?
Apart from an imaginary vanity-vanity show,
What more is there than the quantum beingness?
What more is there than awareness of the singularity?
* * * *
The inexplicable garden world from which humankind ascended is a timeless analog creation
That our tool-making abilities have fashioned into a linear technological one.
All well and good in its own right, it is an inescapable reality,
An expedition for which there is no rewind.
* * * *
Quantum brain, quantum eyes, quantum ears, quantum nose, quantum tongue, quantum skin,
Quantum nerves, quantum ductless glands, quantum viscera, quantum everything.
A quantum matrix, a quantum hologram, by and for its Self to play,
Perchance to perceive, to realize, to comprehend, its inexplicable mystery.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how creates this kaleidoscoping theater of dreamtime,
But the eternal awareness neither within nor without the quandaries of imagination.
* * * *
There is only the here-now, there is only eternal life.
All vain notions about it are ultimately meaningless.
Be anonymous within and without, free of all claims.
* * * *
All those memories, all those things, all those sensations, all those thoughts,
All those patterns, dreams, habits, relationships, loves, likes, hates, joys, sorrows,
Skills, awards, derisions, pleasures, beliefs, opinions, notions, hopes, fears, ad infinitum,
All those many experiences, no matter how dear, must all eventually be released and forgotten.
* * * *
Within the pool of awareness,
All possible universes, all possible dreams, dwell.
The creative potential of the quantum essence is infinitely choiceless.
* * * *
What you perceive is but a quantum veil that the sensory mind arbitrarily measures.
Of the immeasurable from which all dreams manifest, there is nothing to be known.
* * * *
The mind is founded upon consumption, upon accumulation, upon differences, upon conflict;
Upon the unremitting narcissistic, hedonistic, self-absorption of the me-myself-I;
Upon the insatiable pursuit of pleasure, of power, of fame, of fortune.
There can be little real peace without discernment and surrender to the indivisible.
* * * *
Awareness is not a sensation.
Beingness is not a sensation.
Reality is not a sensation.
You are not a sensation.
* * * *
Every organism under any given star has a completely different translation of the universe.
Which begs the question, is there even a real universe that stands alone and true?
Or are all nothing more than unique, arbitrary quantum creations,
Done and undone and done again times beyond counting.
Light dancing its Self manifest, for whatever forever dreamtime allows.
* * * *
To many unanswerable questions in this dreamtime mystery,
Always springing up here and there like zombies in graveyards.
* * * *
Everything in this touchy-feely-three-dimensional-space-time dream
Is ultimately nothing more than quantum illusion.
Yes, absolutely all of it.
* * * *
How would any of this be if the awareness you truly are were not bound to the mind-body,
If you were not attached to all the notions inspired by the sensory dream.
The universe did not exist before the unborn was born.
It will not exist after the unborn dies.
Die to it now.
Eternal life is yours for the being.
* * * *
What is prior to religion, prior to doctrine, prior to faith, prior to belief,
Prior to all notions of gods and devils and their myriad minions,
And the countless heavens and hells they spawn in time?
* * * *
To observe your existence with the same indifference as the infinite unknown,
That is the challenge of all who would be free of all claims of the finite known.
* * * *
The mind weaves its own traps, cuts its own grooves, molds its own way,
Its own obstacles, its own fetters, its own miasma, with unceasing regularity.
It is evolved of narrow thinking, and often resides fogbound for the given lifetime.
Relatively few realize the insightful emancipation, the sovereignty of the immeasurable.
* * * *
Neither one nor two,
Neither single nor double,
Neither solid nor ephemeral,
Neither everything nor nothing,
Neither what is nor what is not,
Neither living nor nonliving,
Neither right nor wrong,
Neither time nor space,
Neither here nor now,
Neither good nor evil,
Neither true nor false,
Neither judge nor jury,
Awareness is.
* * * *
The quantum universe is engaged in a fair number of adventures.
Sometimes you have to stand in line and wait you turn.
Try to remain rational about it, if you can.
* * * *
An indifferent mind is a reflection of the indifferent awareness.
And the eternal mystery from which it all indifferently emanates.
* * * *
What is awareness? What is consciousness?
A chemical reaction? An electromagnetic storm? A quantum wind?
The unknown playing known? Nothing playing something?
A stream unto its Self, however mind conceives.
* * * *
Happiness and contentment are delusional ideals born of sorrow and dissatisfaction.
Consciousness ever ebbs and flows through the ductless glands and viscera.
Abiding in the moment, in the awareness prior to all the chatter,
Is the as-good-as-it-gets any given mind can offer.
* * * *
Everything you experience,
Everything you see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
Adds to the frame of reference from which it is eternally witnessed.
* * * *
Even the ethereal begins supposedly traversing the Himalayas,
Are fellow primates, fellow two-leggeds, of the same quantum origin.
No need to make them more paranormal than you or any other cockroach.
* * * *
What pattern is not born of conscious design,
And why would the quantum ground, the source of all,
Be bound by any notion, no matter how grand?
* * * *
You need not answer all the secrets of this indelible mystery,
To yield to the essence of the indivisible awareness,
You are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Outside the last box is that awareness prior to consciousness,
And where can any box abide in that which is indivisible.
* * * *
When the immeasurable is presumed measurable,
Pretense and arrogance take root, and chaos rules.
* * * *
What is it to awaken, to realize, but to become very still, very attentive,
To the eternal awareness you truly are, have ever been, and will ever be.
* * * *
The mystery is prior to all thought, prior to all knowledge, prior to all emotion, prior to all passion,
Prior to all language, all science, all math, all music, all everything ignited by consciousness.
It is the primal awareness from which the unknowable bursts into timeless creation.
* * * *
Awareness cannot even for a moment
Pause to examine its timeless, non-dualistic nature.
After all, how can that which is the origin, that which is the essence,
Do anything but what it does, be anything but what it is.
* * * *
You are the mystery, you are the unknown, you are the known unknown.
You will make of it what you will, you will do with it what you will,
And if you are a rare one, you will perhaps undo what you will.
* * * *
Any philosophy, any religion, any archetype, any paradigm, that loses sight of natural law,
That loses sight of the indivisible relationship between all things,
Is no worldview worth its brine.
* * * *
Eternal peace is merging into the indivisibly, the aloneness, free of attributes.
Giving the world no thought: some call it heaven, some call it madness.
What matter what any other thinks, what any other believes?
* * * *
This quantum theater is never more real than a dream.
The awareness you are is never not the witness.
The only question is whether or not you are aware of it.
And from all beginnings to all endings, and all endings to all beginnings,
It really does not matter if you wake up to it or not.
It never did, it never will.
* * * *
The so-called scriptures are not really belief systems.
They are histories, archives, field guides, instruction manuals, schemas.
Insights set down by seers across time and space who have discerned the mystery firsthand.
Does the quantum indivisibility need to worship the forms into which it is made,
Some imagined sculptor, or the essence that is its truest nature?
Does it really need to venerate anything at all?
Is not simply being enough?
* * * *
Of course, there is what many, by one name, by one concept, by one dogma or another, call god.
But the fundamental reality is that it is a timeless, indivisible, unattainable mystery,
That cannot be bound by any form, by any circumstance, by any creed.
It is not some dualistic invention like a Zeus, a Jupiter, a Shiva, or a Santa Claus.
It is not a deity, a goddess, a divine being, a celestial being, a divinity, an immortal, or an avatar.
It is not an idol, a graven image, an icon, a totem, a talisman, a fetish, or a juju.
Of course, there is a god, and it includes the essence you truly are.
Do not confuse any fabrications of consciousness
With the reality of awareness.
* * * *
In truth, you have no past, you have no future.
You are but a subjective dream of consciousness, of imagination.
There is only now, there is only awareness, there is only quantum, there is only eternity,
Timelessly witnessing an indivisible, kaleidoscoping, sensory play.
* * * *
Your world, your universe, your dreamtime, is your own imaginary concoction,
Founded upon the sensory input as interpreted by your patterned mind.
However you see anything unfolding, is what it is, always was, and will ever be.
Whatever you think others think, they think; whatever you think others do, they do.
You are perceiver, you are witness, you are observer, you are bystander, you are spectator.
You are the one and only awareness acting out your programmed, conditioned, habituated persona.
Immortally absolute, indelibly sovereign, timelessly unconditional, eternally indivisible,
And unutterably, irrefutably alone in your center stage of consciousness.
* * * *
To discern your true Self, to discern the awareness that is source,
Is to discern all possibilities upon which imagination might draw.
* * * *
Trust your Self.
Trust your own mind.
Trust your own awareness.
Trust your own perception.
Trust your own intuition.
Find your own way,
You, scientist.
* * * *
What is each and every imagination-born existence, but a brief window of history.
A brief flickering of light and shadow, playing out in the dreamtime of mind.
A brief span in which awareness witnesses a timeless creation born of consciousness.
A kaleidoscoping quantum theater playing itself real over and over in every conceivable way.
* * * *
You who give the mind over to its inexplicable source,
Will never be appreciated unconditionally by the human paradigm.
Thought and emotion are but evolutionary by-products of ductless glands and viscera.
It is not possible to gain the full acceptance of any meme, any group, any followers, any true believers,
Any brainwashed, conditioned, indoctrinated collusion to which consciousness is so attached,
For the capricious mix is incapable of comprehending that which is cradle to all.
You must, in awareness, stand very much alone, flawlessly absolute.
* * * *
Without the thought, the idea, the notion,
The brainwave, the inspiration, the theory, the belief,
The concept, the opinion, the plan, the conception, the philosophy,
How would the imaginary identity you delude your awareness into pretending
Play out its meme-bound who-what-where-when-why-how collusion?
* * * *
There appear to be many others of every imaginable variety,
But it is all really truly the awareness you very much alone are,
Translating the sensory play as the ever-present now unfolds.
The singular you, chattering away to your Self, so to speak.
* * * *
There is nothing in this manifest dreamtime to which you can ultimately cling.
You are awash in imaginary notion, and if that gradually dissipates,
Where can you ever be but the given right-here-right-now,
As infinitely, as infinitesimally immeasurable,
As the mystery of awareness ever is.
* * * *
When the mind is still,
When the mind is but awareness,
Who-what-where-when-why-how can you exist?
* * * *
That which you imagine you are is replete with every variety of passion and pain and regret.
That mystery which you truly are, that which is prior to consciousness, is indivisibly immaculate.
The mind is a collection of perceptions to which unmitigated detachment is the only salvation.
* * * *
Creation takes time, creation takes space.
There is no “suddenly appeared.”
There is only never-beginning-never-ending process,
A quantum holograph in which humankind is but a smidgeon of a shard.
* * * *
Dreaming itself immortal,
Consciousness is indelibly linked
To the finite creation of quantum design.
* * * *
We are all the same oneness playing out the parts, the same oneness playing out the many.
We are all a kaleidoscoping hologram of inestimable, immeasurable, infinite proportion,
A quantum matrix emanating a dream of time in the timeless indivisibility of eternity.
* * * *
Your imaginary personality is how your awareness adapted
To the winds of the nature-nurture into which you were cast.
It is but a temporary temporal thing; best not get too attached.
* * * *
It is only in imagination that all players are fashioned.
The grand holograph is seamless; there is no other.
The inscrutable indivisible is without partition.
All withouts are within, all withins, without.
* * * *
Complete, unconditional, unadorned vulnerability is the means to nirvana.
To give your self over to Self, to set the body-mind adrift in awareness,
Is the discerning tap of the Ruby Slippers that will get you home.
Eternity is now, there is no other, nothingness is as apparent as it gets.
* * * *
The roles all life play out in the grand web
Are nothing more than the blueprint,
The patterning of the given seed.
All are the same inexplicable essence.
* * * *
Is it the quantum universe that creates the quantum mind?
Or is it the quantum mind that creates the quantum universe?
Or are they the same quantum creating each other,
This very much the same moment?
Yet another dreamy day,
Same old chicken or egg conundrum.
* * * *
There is a space, a stillness, an awareness,
Where entire universes disappear,
And the unknown reigns.
* * * *
Truth, neither rational nor irrational,
Is as indefinable as the moment,
Because it is the moment,
And the moment is unknown.
* * * *
The ever-motionless awareness of the eternal mind
Is prior to all movement of consciousness,
And the myriad attachments therein.
* * * *
Is there an outside the box that is not yet another box?
And then another and another and another.
Boxes and boxes ad infinitum,
Until all of a sudden, only You remain.
* * * *
To be caught in the web of time
Is to play out the death born of imagination.
Only in the timelessness of eternal awareness can existence
Be as real as the quantum dreamtime allows.
* * * *
The moment, the instant, the second, the minute,
The jiffy, the flash, the tick, the twinkling, the trice:
What are they but concept after concept after concept,
Consciousness ever trifling the timelessness of awareness.
* * * *
In any given twinkling, it does not matter how you play out your reverie of time.
It does not matter whether you were good or not, smart or not, happy or not, earnest or not,
Passionate or not. productive or not, powerful or not, wealthy or not, famous or not, beautiful or not.
The timeless awareness does not care one scintilla about you, or anyone or anything else.
We are all but temporal quantum forms in the grand nothingness of eternity.
* * * *
Your ego, your vanity, wants to matter so much , but in reality it doe s not, never did, never will.
You are a brief dream of awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Find harbor in the futility, the uselessness, the pointlessness,
The worthlessness, the fruitlessness, of it all.
* * * *
It is only imagination that feels happy or sorry or anything else, for its imaginary self.
Imagination ever-translating the ever-streaming sensory perceptions
Into endless shades of emotional gratification.
How can the timeless awareness prior to consciousness,
Feel anything for the still emptiness from which it springs eternal?
* * * *
There is no arrival because there is no place to arrive.
There is only the beingness of ever-present awareness.
* * * *
How long will you recall things that do not matter?
How long will you cling to things that were never important?
How long will you abide the infliction of illusion upon your awareness?
This is your brief dream to live, or not live, as your courage to stand alone allows.
* * * *
Sometimes angel, sometimes demon, what matter either way, really.
Gods are but the contrivance of the dread of imagination,
And an insistent hope for what can never be.
* * * *
You are the mystery, you are the enigma, you are the unknown,
And there is absolutely, unequivocally, nothing irrational about it.
Nor, for that matter, is there anything at all rational about it, either.
* * * *
Truth is not an idea; it is not tangible.
It is the intrinsic, indivisible, inviolable thread
Within the stillness of each and every timeless moment
Prior to any and every quantum dimension.
And those rare few who discern it
Live life eternal.
* * * *
In the ultimate mind, the universal mind, the god mind,
The who, the what, the where, the when, the why, the how; are no longer relevant.
Awareness is all, all is awareness.
* * * *
What a burden, the responsibility of materialism.
Anytime you own something, you must maintain it, clean it, protect it,
Insure it, give it away, lose it, throw it away, break it, repair it, consume it, et cetera ad infinitum.
Whatever the case, in the grand scheme of all things quantum matrix indivisible,
You and it are but dust-to-dust creations intertwined for all time,
And before and after that brief window, as well.
* * * *
What to do when neither creation nor preservation nor destruction draw you anymore.
What to do when even the indivisible has lost the verve of point and purpose and meaning.
* * * *
You have imagined who.
You have imagined what. You have imagined where.
You have imagined when. You have imagined why. You have imagined how.
You have imagined everything the quantum mirage has allowed.
Now imagine the nothing from which all sally forth.
* * * *
Discern the primordial awareness prior to consciousness.
Stay with that timeless moment, that stillness,
And know the serenity of eternity.
* * * *
Nirvana is just giving your mind
Over to the timeless mystery of awareness;
Dissolving back into the eternal now you ever truly are.
* * * *
All we think we know is but a grain of sand in an infinity of unknowable unknownness,
And in reality, all our invention is nothing more than the happenstance
Of our own genetically habituated imagination.
It is all a mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Where are within and without
When all barriers are but the illusion
Of the sensory mind-body born of imagination.
The indivisibility of the quantum scale knows no bounds.
* * * *
Who are you or I? Who is he or she? Who is we or they?
So many dualistic distinctions born of consciousness,
And its myriad delusions born of sensory illusion.
* * * *
The human paradigm is immersed in the stew of its own self-made knowledge.
The mind’s voracious, insatiable, craving-to-know nature blinds itself.
The screens, the veils, the shrouds, the divisions of knowledge,
No matter how scholarly, no matter how insightful,
Are the source, the creator of all delusion.
The space-time matrix, as tangibly real as it seems,
Is but the invention of an imagination-laced quantum dream.
* * * *
A still mind is a still universe, and a still universe is no universe at all.
And in that essential state, in that awareness, in that nothingness, you are.
* * * *
All creation, all universes, have come and gone in the same everlasting, undying, unending,
Perpetual, endless, ceaseless, timeless, interminable, infinite, immortal,
Never-ending, transient, temporary, eternal instant.
* * * *
You need not allow the world into your eternal sovereignty,
Unless you feel like being mesmerized by the quantum illusion,
And all the habituated conditioning it has in the given mind stirred.
* * * *
Take away your family, your friends, your acquaintances, your adversaries, your enemies,
Your work, your hobbies, your things, your pets, your memories, your reveries.
Take away all the parts and pieces, all the trappings of your existence,
And what remains but an indescribably ephemeral awareness,
To which no thought, no appendage, can ever attach.
* * * *
Call it what you will, the mystery is bound to or by no name,
No matter the subtlety, the dexterity of the namer’s meaning.
* * * *
No one but you can possibly care as much as you
About your version of the mystery,
And if you do not,
Well, that is another story.
* * * *
If not for vision, your sensory universe would seem much, much smaller,
But then, it might seem just as large, just as infinite, just as true,
If you had been blind from birth and knew no different.
Awareness is the great equalizer in all creation.
* * * *
What ever-present instant is not of eternity?
Only the countless dualistic notions of consciousness,
With all its delusions born of desire and fear,
Would have you believe otherwise.
* * * *
Dualistic notion is but a fabrication of imagination.
All opposites are equally true, equally false,
Equally everything, equally nothing.
* * * *
Is your inner default setting consciousness or awareness?
Are you the imaginary figment, the mortal you?
Or are you the eternal immortal You?
* * * *
Your ancestors include monkeys and other jungle-born primates.
And before that, worms, and before that, yes, slimy goo.
And let us not forget that it all became possible
Because of the mystery of stardust.
* * * *
Eternal life, eternal awareness is ever-present, undying, unending, timeless process .
The sage stares at a rock, and sees the rock anew each and every eternal moment.
* * * *
A moment is only wasted
If you fail to give it full attention free of recollection.
History is written by the living dead.
Eternal life is now.
* * * *
So many things you will never know,
So many things known that you will inevitably forget,
The only thing to keep in focus: the awareness, the mystery you truly are.
* * * *
Time rises and falls in every mind,
And is but a biological mutation in the evolution of humankind.
It does not truly exist as anything more than the mind-made, imaginary notion of consciousness.
There is only this now … and now this now … and now this now … and now this now …
An immeasurable quantum matrix, ever-kaleidoscoping, eternally indivisible.
* * * *
Ultimately, as complex, as intricate as humankind may be,
We two-leggeds are ever nothing more than a genomic configuration
Set in motion in the quantum stardust chemical reactions of the long, long ago.
We are fabricated of nature, and every moment reside in its fold,
No matter how hard we try to disconnect ourselves,
No matter how hard we try to be more.
* * * *
To exist in clear, timeless awareness, is the natural state,
The state of immaculate being available to any and all
Who earnestly pursue that which is absolute within.
* * * *
There is no you; there is no me-myself-and-I.
There is only awareness confined in a corporeal configuration,
And imagination creating everything under the sun.
* * * *
What is any world, any universe,
But an illusory dream constructed by the senses.
Naught but a neural veil, a sensory shroud, a quantum vibration,
Of imagination creating much ado about nothing.
* * * *
It is imagination, not awareness, that identifies with the mind-body.
Consciousness creates a world, a cosmos, to which awareness is but witness,
Absolutely detached – separate, apart, disconnected, isolated – in every which way.
* * * *
In every yes, a no; in every no, a yes.
In every truth, a lie; in every lie, a truth.
In every good; a bad; in every bad; a good.
In every vague, an exact; in every exact, a vague.
In every infinite, a finite; in every finite, an infinite.
In every unknown, a known; in every known, an unknown.
In every intangible, a tangible; in every tangible, an intangible.
In every abundance, a shortage; in every shortage, an abundance.
In every superiority, an inferiority; in every inferiority, a superiority.
In every inexplicable, an explicable; in every explicable, an inexplicable.
In every immeasurable, a measurable; in every measurable, an immeasurable.
In every intelligible, an inscrutable; in every inscrutable, an intelligible.
In every open hand, a closed fist; in every closed fist, an open hand.
In every creation, a destruction; in every destruction, a creation.
In every brilliance, a dullness; in every dullness, a brilliance.
In every positive, a negative; in every negative, a positive.
In every logic, an absurdity; in every absurdity, a logic.
In every blessing, a curse; in every curse, a blessing.
In every deep, a shallow; in every shallow, a deep.
In every right, a wrong; in every wrong, a right.
In every large, a small; in every small, a large.
In every whole, a part; in every part, a whole.
In every plus, a minus; in every minus, a plus.
In every savant, a fool; in every fool, a savant.
In every gray, a gray; in every gray, more gray.
* * * *
You are playing the script of space-time's patterning,
But you are not the script, you are not the part,
You are not the body, you are not the mind.
It is all nothing more than a quantum dream.
* * * *
Of awareness it can be said: This is it, this is all there is.
Everything else is imagination born of sensory illusion.
* * * *
How could any man-made concoction
Ever have any ultimate, accurate, truthful answers to anything?
Only in the stillness of awareness is the one and only conclusion discerned, and it is serenity.
And it is the end to all uncertainty, to all speculation, all concern,
Over what is knowable, and what is not.
* * * *
You need not meditate with others for consciousness
To merge back into the awareness which you ever alone are.
The within and without the without and within that are and are not.
* * * *
The sciences have a sizable array of tools to explore the mystery,
But ultimately are only as discerning as the mind
In which the data is pondered.
* * * *
All differences, whether cultural, ethnic, gender,
Religious, political, economic, linguistic, and on and on and on,
Belie the indivisible, synchronistic, undying quantum mystery orchestrating all.
* * * *
Eternity, the mystery that is prior to consciousness, is immaculate, unblemished, spotless,
Unsullied, undefiled, untarnished, perfect, flawless, faultless, pure, pristine,
Impeccable, stainless, pure, virtuous, incorrupt, above reproach.
The so-called Original Sin is really about separation,
About being born into the dream of time,
About being born into mind.
And given that there is no choice in the matter,
Given that no creature has ever had any voice in its being born,
What sin, what wickedness, what offense, what estrangement, can there truly be?
To be timelessly present is to erase all notions that inspire the insipidity of creeds across the world.
* * * *
This incredible, boggling quantum matrix that we call a universe,
Is playing out in indivisible, inviolable, indiscriminate perfection.
* * * *
The timeless awareness of eternity is unconcerned what you do with your dream of time.
Only human vanity – egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric, heliocentric – believes otherwise.
* * * *
What need for insatiable consumption once mind’s hunger has subsided,
Once habitual thinking has melted back into the awareness of all origins.
* * * *
Imagination, from whence all stories arise, into which all stories recede.
A statistical ripple as indivisibly predictable as any other quantum creation.
* * * *
Through all that has been, all that will be,
This now, this essential state of awareness,
Is what you have always been, will ever be.
* * * *
Mountains erode, oceans evaporate, all things die; everything is ever-changing.
Only the indivisible quantum, and the awareness it permeates, remains the same.
* * * *
Forget who you think you are, and all you think you know.
Be the awareness prior to consciousness with all its bothers
About who and what and where and when and why and how,
And all the logical and illogical designs to which mind subscribes.
* * * *
Partake whatever you will, the hunger for more, more, more,
Remains the insatiable constant of human consciousness.
Satisfaction and serenity are the realm of awareness.
* * * *
No, you will not be back.
It is a one-time cabaret for each and every player.
Different strands of DNA, all witnessed by the same unborn-undying awareness.
Nothing personal about it, despite all notions to the contrary.
* * * *
The indivisibility, the inviolability,
Of creation and preservation and destruction,
Is clearly discerned only through total surrender to awareness.
* * * *
You are not a noun: a person, a place, a thing.
Nor are you a verb: an action, a state, an occurrence.
You are, and you have always been, and you will always be,
The stillness of eternal, immortal, absolute awareness,
Witnessing the ever-kaleidoscoping quantum play.
* * * *
The stillness, the eternal life of the awareness prior to consciousness,
What more could you possibly be than the supreme virtue of the eternal unicity?
Will there come a moment when you never again subscribe to the manifest quantum matrix?
Will there come a moment when the mind born of time no longer calls you?
* * * *
The sensory mind-body evolved in DNA’s quest to continue,
To survive the creation, to abide the quantum field.
The vehicle you occupy is the result of that ever-present eternal dance,
And whether or not you continue to pass on that dream-state is a decision only time will tell.
* * * *
The creations of physics and chemistry and biology
Have again and again conspired to shape you, to pattern you,
Into a false identity that you might again and again awaken to your Self.
Is the matrix any more than a ruse to explore the mystery in every way imaginable?
* * * *
The many words, the many concepts of consciousness
Are but passing clouds in the clear sky of awareness.
* * * *
The hands of time spin the fate of humankind into an abyss of its own making.
Human consciousness cannot forever maintain the raging pace hat its insatiable nature ordains.
As any cockroach instinctively realizes, existence is a marathon, not a sprint.
* * * *
Call it God, call it Jehovah, call Yahweh, call it Allah, call it Buddha, call it Tao, call it Brahmin,
Call it whatever resonating sound your nimble mind and lucid tongue might concoct,
When were you and yours, and absolutely everyone and everything else,
Not this most-assuredly-exactly-the-same-across-the-board
Whodunit, whatdunit, wheredunit, whendunit, whydunit, howdunit?
* * * *
Awareness of the awareness cannot be taught,
Nor can it be persuaded nor forced in any way or shape or form.
There is nothing to learn, everything to forget, and few hear the call, much less respond.
* * * *
What is any world, any universe, any hologram, any matrix,
But a kaleidoscoping dream inspired by a sensory quantum feed.
A light and sound show vibrating away in the given mind’s neural trail.
* * * *
In the no-mind, there is no history, there is no buddha, there is no you.
There is merely the eternal awareness, the ever-present, indivisible now.
* * * *
The quantum divide is but the separation of the sensory mind,
Deluding itself, imagining that it is the indivisibility that is unreal.
Nothing more than the neuron trail asserting it alone reigns supreme.
* * * *
Each and every seed has its own epic journey, a one-time play in the space-time matrix.
A concoction of heaven and hell in an imaginary backdrop, real and unreal all the while.
* * * *
Nothing to be. Nothing to do.
Nothing to see, to hear, to taste, to smell, to feel.
And yet being, doing, seeing, hearing, tasting, smelling, feeling, all the while.
Such is the awareness, the cosmos of the quantum mind.
Nothing at all, all-ing all over.
* * * *
You are not the body-mind identity.
You are not consciousness.
You are not the world.
You are not the universe.
You are not the quantum stardust.
You are that which is prior to all creation.
You are the awareness, you are the indivisible unicity.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The body issues forth from the indelible quantum mystery;
From the merger of the seeds of male and female.
The brain gradually interprets the senses to engineer the mind of self.
The mind that is molded, sculpted, conditioned; the mind that ever bends to its given nurture,
To its environment, to its window of time, all fostered by the play of imagination.
An ever-expanding cosmos of consciousness burst into being;
Indelible quantum mystery all the while.
* * * *
So much more knowledge with each and every passing moment.
To let go, to forget, is the challenge of the mind that would be eternal.
* * * *
To quantify the quantum mystery as infinite or infinitesimal is all but absurd,
Once it is without doubt realized that the enigma of awareness is immeasurable.
* * * *
Perfection in consciousness is but an ideal.
There are pluses and minuses to practically everything,
Unless you are Mary Poppins or some other imaginary fabrication.
Only in the indivisible nothingness of eternal awareness can perfection be realized.
* * * *
Consciousness is a function of awareness,
But it is up to you to discern the implication
Of that far-reaching, life-changing realization.
* * * *
The mind-body is about the consumption of its quantum dreamtime in every way imaginable:
Food, drink, sex, power, fame, fortune, spirituality, materialism, et cetera, et cetera.
An unremitting quagmire, and ultimately all much ado about nothing.
As William Shakespeare puts it in Macbeth’s soliloquy:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
* * * *
No looking backward, no looking forward.
Only now, each and every moment indivisibly emanating.
How fucking amazing is that? And the essential you its inexplicable source.
* * * *
Abandon the mind and all its thoughts of identity and personality and character.
All the histories, all the narrations, all the time-bound concoctions you imagine real.
Be the awareness, the stillness, the emptiness, the nothingness, you timelessly are.
* * * *
The confines of the mind can grow very small or very large,
Depending upon the awareness, and the consciousness it inspires.
* * * *
In the struggle between consciousness and awareness,
Is there a victor, or simply the serenity of cessation?
* * * *
In every blink of any given eye,
One universe destroyed, a new one created.
How many blinks to create a god?
* * * *
The exciting moment, the monotonous moment;
The pleasurable moment, the painful moment;
All witnessed by the same timeless awareness.
* * * *
The mind devours through the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose, the flesh.
What is it but imagination’s craving for a permanence it can never attain,
For it is but an intangible dream of the indivisible quantum hologram.
* * * *
The awareness is without face, without body, without mind, without identity,
Without family, without tribe, without country, without world, without universe.
It is timelessly alone, sovereign and true, no allegiance known, all in one, one in all.
* * * *
No, you are not going to change the ever-changing world,
This garden orb will spin on and on the same as it always has.
Your brief window of time will be just another vain, hollow flurry
In a seemingly endless emanation of vain, hollow flurries.
Our vain, hollow drama is not near as critical as we,
For whatever reason, always seem to believe.
* * * *
There can only be one source,
It is an indelible mystery unto its Self,
And you are very much it, and it is very much you.
* * * *
Your personality, all you imagine yourself to be and not be, is born of desire and fear.
To be free, to abide vulnerably in awareness, you must still all thought,
And merge back into the timelessness of eternity.
To do so is to be born again into the indelible indivisibility,
Into the absoluteness, into the mystery that is prior to consciousness.
* * * *
Self-imagery is nothing more than imagination’s rainbow,
A panorama of every conceivable color, or every shade of gray.
It is the awareness in which you are every moment truly born anew.
* * * *
The awareness, the stillness, the nothingness, the absoluteness,
The aloneness that you truly are, is as close to reality as you can get.
Residing in the timelessness of now, you are free of the senses,
Free of the swirling of mass, of vectors, of velocity,
Free of the light cavorting about darkness,
Free of the identity you are not,
That you have never been, will never be.
* * * *
Everyone’s gotta be from somewhere.
Everyone’s gotta live and die somewhere.
All just different aspects of the same mystery.
* * * *
What is time but the assumption, the illusion, the delusion of memory,
Nothing more than the evolutionary happenstance of the neuron trail.
* * * *
You play but a finite form in a finite field
You only get to see, to hear, to taste, to smell, to feel,
A smidgeon of a teensy-weensy scratch of the electromagnetic spectrum,
And that in its Self, is nothing of the totality you truly are.
* * * *
You were born again many, many times
Before imagination did a gradual sunrise in your mind,
And the rest is a history only you can know.
And everyone else the same.
* * * *
It is through scrutiny, through inference,
Through deduction, through induction, through intuition,
That you can even begin to grasp the subtlety of the mystery you most truly are.
And in all that you discern, there is nothing to which you can cling.
You are but one gaze of the awareness witnessing all:
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
* * * *
What is any personality, any character, any ego, but the response, the reply, the answer,
The retort, the rejoinder, the comeback, the reaction, the survival mechanism,
That the winds of time in mind shaped your imagination to play out;
To enjoy, to endure, the agonies and ecstasies of existence.
* * * *
You are the timeless awareness.
Still the imaginary mind.
Be here, be now.
* * * *
There is no saving anyone or anything in this temporal quantum theater.
There is only awakening or not awakening to the mystery,
And living out whatever fate is in store.
* * * *
Happiness, serenity, delight, harmony, bliss, joy, ecstasy, call it what you will,
Require that you first and foremost rest easy in your own company.
That the awareness you truly are abides well in its aloneness.
* * * *
Mu is a concept of negation used in Zen Buddhism,
But explored in a variety of other traditions prior to that.
It is a term defined as "no", "not", "nothing", or "without,”
As nothing, not, nothingness, un-, is not, has not, not any.
[1] Nonexistence; nonbeing; not having; a lack of, without.
[2] A negative.
[3] Caused to be nonexistent.
[4] Impossible; lacking reason or cause.
[5] Pure human awareness, prior to experience or knowledge.
[6] The 'original nonbeing' from which being is produced.
* * * *
What is the relationship between the awareness and the quantum indivisibility?
Are they one in the same, or is awareness prior to all creation, all preservation, all destruction?
What relationship can there possibly be between the nothing and the everything?
Between the awareness observing and the energy field manifesting?
Once you discern you are not the manifestation,
What is there left to be, to do,
But whatever needs being, needs doing.
* * * *
It does not matter what you say or do,
Believe or do not believe, know or do not know,
The timeless awareness ever emanates exactly the same.
* * * *
It does not matter how you are.
It does not matter why you are .
It does not matter who you are .
It does not matter what you are.
It does not matter when you are.
It does not matter where you are.
You are all the same consciousness.
You are all the same awareness.
You are all the same dream.
You are all the same now.
You are all the same me.
You are all the same you.
You are all the same quantum.
Call it God, call it Buddha, call it Tao,
Call it Allah, call it Brahman, call it whatever,
You are all the same prior-to-consciousness mystery.
If truth does not bring you the harmony of peace, nothing will.
* * * *
We are but whims of the quantum matrix,
Players in a universe of differences
That are but vibratory illusion.
* * * *
History is matrix woven of ecstasies and agonies, glories and horrors,
To which the indivisible, timeless awareness has always been witness.
* * * *
The world spins and spins and spins.
The cosmos glimmers and glimmers and glimmers.
And you, unmoving witness through all eternity, through all eyes.
Naught but awareness: indivisible, immortal, immaculate.
* * * *
Creation, Intelligent Design, Turtles All the Way Down, Big Bang,
Or whatever, whatever, whatever, et cetera, et cetera …
Here you are, faking whatever the best you can.
* * * *
In every mind across the manifest board,
The ethereal winds of imagination huff and puff helter-skelter
In their own little singular double-double-toil-and-trouble bubbles of space and time.
The world, the cosmos, the unicity, is ever eternally unmoved, indifferent,
To all the self-absorbed dramas of the human paradigm.
* * * *
Slime and worms and monkeys, to which we are likely cousins in one form or another.
Slimes and worms and monkeys, through which quantum stardust
Ever so inexorably evolved into you.
* * * *
Cannot say whether or not God is dead,
But Jesus most definitely is, and whoever he was, or was not,
He was not in this mind’s eye any more or less that which is God than any you or I,
Or any other land or water or air critter, great or medium or small.
We are all equally born of the same quantum mystery.
Only the vanities pretend otherwise.
* * * *
But for the mind caught in its own snare, its own vice, its own egocentric notion,
There is no sure, no clear, no particular way anyone or anything must be.
The indelibly indivisible quantum mystery this all is, this all is not,
Is without any principle or meaning or purpose, whatsoever.
* * * *
The moment is ever-fresh, ever-anew,
But are you clear enough, attentive enough,
To imbibe fully the eternal upwelling?
* * * *
The mortal persona that you imagine you are
Is in the all-seeing awareness of totality gazing out
Through the quantum senses into a quantum hologram.
* * * *
Rationality decries and derides irrationality,
But what of the unknown prior to consciousness,
Where all rhetoric becomes absolutely meaningless.
* * * *
What would this garden world become if humankind could just throw out all the memes:
Political, economic, religious, philosophical, cultural, and start all over again.
Can anyone even begin to envision what that mindset would be?
Would we, could we, truly create anything different?
Is it not obvious the monkey-mind
Is too entrenched in all its emotional passions,
All its imaginary impulses, to ever evolve from its jungle of origin.
The fate of our kind, of the world, of the universe, is etched in the sands of quantum.
* * * *
How meaningless all speculation.
“Tis but chatter of a busy mind.
* * * *
There is only one source, one creation, one soul, one quantum.
Only consciousness imagines its countless splinterings real.
* * * *
Humankind has always been about making into its own image, into its own imagination,
That which has no image, that which is eternally faceless, that which is eternally nameless.
* * * *
You have never seen your own eye, nor any body part out of its view.
You are the mystery peering out from the unknowable unknown.
* * * *
Everything has its little slice of now,
Which it must enjoy or endure,
Or perish in the attempt.
* * * *
All creatures from great to small have the same awareness as you.
It is only consciousness that endlessly fabricates the notion of duality.
It is only consciousness that continually divides youness into me and them.
It is only consciousness that deludes itself separate from the indivisible.
* * * *
Without all those memories, without all that knowledge,
Without the collusion of all the myriad others around you,
Who-what-where-when-why-how would you have ever been?
The quantum feast is an indivisible creation of intelligent design.
* * * *
The newborn knows nothing of space and time, knows nothing of any other,
And it is the longing to rediscover the timeless birthright, the no-mind of awareness,
That calls cosmic seekers few and far between to quest without and within,
Until they are reborn into the stillness of eternity’s quantum womb.
* * * *
Everything you think you are, everything you believe the cosmos to be,
Is nothing more than a subjective, haphazard collection of vague perceptions
Imprinted throughout the brain: a neural transmitter of evolutionary confabulation;
Organic fiber bundles firing this way and that; a lightning storm blazing away inside a skull.
You are nothing more than a figment of imagination perpetuating a delusion.
* * * *
Yes, there is a god, and, no, there is not a god,
And it is, and is not, what you or anyone else thinks.
* * * *
It is the awareness of the light within that shines out upon the world, upon the universe,
But it is consciousness that invents your version, your account, your interpretation,
Your translation, your rendition, your exploration, your understanding, your conclusion,
Of all the myriad experiences that come and go within the sensory perception of the given vessel.
* * * *
Eternal awareness is the state
Of those who have shed name and identity,
Of the rare few who bear no memory of that needing none.
* * * *
The entire human paradigm
Is but a bare scratch of earth’s history,
And far, far less in the cosmic genesis before that,
And who can ever know how many more creations before that.
Turtles all the way down does not even remotely grasp
The depthless depths of this boggling mystery.
* * * *
Paying close attention to the cosmos without
Leads to an equally sharper vision
Of the awareness within.
* * * *
The quest for truth, the quest for eternal nature,
May be less about discovering something else,
May be less about experiencing some higher state,
Than it is simply unchaining from everything imaginable.
* * * *
While some prance about one great stage or another,
The fate of most seers is to reign alone, quietly unknown.
* * * *
The quest for the eternal journeys a long and winding Yellow Brick Road,
In which there nothing is to be had, in which there is nothing is to be un-had.
* * * *
The mind ever seeks solutions, clarifications, explanations, remedies, resolutions, results, antidotes, cures;
And many if not most minds will create one answer or another if one is not easily available.
Hence the proclivity toward assumption, superstition, prejudice, stereotyping,
And all the other numerous varieties of delusional cogitation.
To be rational, pragmatic, is to stand alone,
Aloof from the tenacious absurdities of ignorance.
* * * *
Thought is but the puff of quantum,
Which the awareness you are need not give weight
If you cultivate the wit to pay attention.
* * * *
A mind slathered in superstition is a mind born of groundless, irrational, illogical dread.
The scientific mind is a courageous mind bent on rational investigation
As far as the theater of quantum mind and body allow.
* * * *
Truth is not an emotional heart state, nor is it an intellectual mind state.
The indivisible is indivisible, and the human paradigm
Is not its rhyme and reason.
* * * *
What need to justify, to defend, your existence when you had no choice, no say, in the matter?
Why should you ever have to bother having to rationalize the inexplicableness you ever are?
* * * *
All the views involving mind and heart are the tripe of busy minds.
Only in awareness will the observer discern the truth of all things.
* * * *
Does anything created of the human mind
Matter anywhere near as much as so many vainly believe?
How can truth be attached to anything confabulated
By the imaginary notions of consciousness?
* * * *
The splintery fence between awareness and consciousness is not easily straddled.
Sometimes you are awake, sometimes you are asleep, sometimes you are merely a tad drowsy.
So, in the end of all beginnings, it all boils down to: Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Bright or dim, every living creature is center stage
To a very different, very unique universe born of its genetic coding,
Through which the same omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent awareness in all peers out.
* * * *
There is only the ever-present moment,
There is only the timeless awareness prior to consciousness,
And there is no need to habitually encumber it with every variety of imaginary notion
Of what was, what is, and what might or might not be.
* * * *
Consciousness is the game awareness is forced to play
In order to survive and endure in this manifest dreamtime.
It serves no other rhyme or reason in the ultimate sense.
* * * *
What is time but vague perceptions of memory cells
Projected day-in-day-out into every conceivable imaginary whatever.
That, coupled with vocal chords, opposable thumbs, two legs, and a flair for tool-making,
And, voila, a never-ending, dreamtime collusion of human scale.
* * * *
You have seen and done and thought many things; you have worn many hats.
And none of it would have happened without the corporeal mind-body.
None of it would have happened without the vehicle of creation,
But you are not the vehicle; you are not the medium.
You are the awareness; you are the witness.
You are the source of all creation
In your temporal speck of a universe.
* * * *
Most human beings are mindlessly happy, mindlessly content,
With the given conditioning, the given frame of reference, the given idolatry.
To be a seer, doubt is required, and disbelief, skepticism, cynicism, are scarce commodities.
No point in trying to debate, to persuade, to convert, any true believer.
All must ultimately discern truth alone in their own way.
In other words, mind your own awareness.
* * * *
Every life form has a story: some long, some short; some interesting, some mundane.
But all happening in the same timeless awareness in which all narratives are written.
* * * *
It is the same babble all across the world.
The same desires, the same fears, the same passions,
The same relationships between people and activities and things:
Male and female, families, lovers, friends, acquaintances, strangers, enemies,
Home, food, work, politics, education, theater, art, sports, hobbies, et cetera ad infinitum.
There is only one monkey in the world; one monkey, with many faces.
* * * *
Look left, look right, look up, look down, look all around.
Everything perceived is mind-eye’s projection: arbitrary, capricious, whimsical,
Random, chance, unpredictable; casual, wanton, unmotivated, motiveless, unreasoned, unsupported, Irrational, illogical, groundless, unjustified, personal, discretionary, subjective.
The you that you in so many indivisible moments believe you are,
Is nothing more than an imaginary creation.
* * * *
What is the truth but the ever-present, ethereal, timeless moment,
To which memory is but a figment of imagination
Carrying on as if it were real.
* * * *
In every mind, a different world, a different universe.
Every one created of the same timeless essence.
Every one the same undying indivisibility.
All alone, together, there is no other.
* * * *
A window of mind.
A window of space and time.
A window of eternity.
* * * *
What Me-Myself-and-I can there possibly be,
When the ever-present, ever-churning quantum,
Stills for no creature, no form, under any sun.
* * * *
To not value learning is to miss out on the dreamtime about you.
A sturdy, profound education – robust, strong, determined –
Is the key to discerning the truth, the reality of all things,
And how they make their way in the mystery of time and space.
* * * *
You are that awareness, that space, that emptiness, that void,
That mystery of nothingness through which quantum wanders.
* * * *
Ultimately, everything is simultaneously happening at the indivisible quantum level.
Chemistry and biology are but the means by which the manifest illusion
Plays out every possible illusion, every possible delusion.
* * * *
The quantum mystery creates you, and you in return perceive it,
In whatever way the conditioning of your consciousness ordains.
* * * *
Humankind has been playing out its pattern of dualistic self-absorption for thousands of years.
And through most, it was possible, with relatively little consequence, to pillage the world in every way.
But those daze are long over; consequences are daily becoming more apparent, more amplified.
Clean air, clean water, clean ground, seemingly limitless resources, are all plumbed out.
There is a looming wall fast-approaching: tick, tick, tick, time is running out.
* * * *
What does a rock perceive, what does it do,
And how in quantum is it different from you?
* * * *
The indivisible matrix will not even chirp a warble
When the last hominoid one day dissolves
Back into the quantum mist.
* * * *
The god mind is the empty mind, the no-mind of awareness.
As simple as it gets, the finale of all quixotic misadventure.
* * * *
How can you perceive Self
When there is no Self to apprehend?
The only evidence you have that you even exist
Is provided by the same imagination collecting the data.
Awareness is all there is, and even it is more than a little equivocal.
* * * *
Dying to time, dying to memory, dying to identity, as simple as it is,
Is not an easy thing for the ever-moving, ever consuming mind to do.
* * * *
What is complete and utter detachment
But a mind given over entirely to its natural state,
Given over to the awareness, the stillness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
To those frequently asked questions:
What is the meaning of life?
What hours are you open?
Et cetera, et alii, ad infinitum.
Dialing zero will get you nowhere.
Please excuse me while I put you on hold.
* * * *
Those who fathom eternal life abide artlessly in the ever-present moment.
To embrace the duality of space-time and all the assumptions of identification,
Is but the living death fashioned by the usurpation of awareness by consciousness.
* * * *
What is the best word to describe the passing of time?
Moving? Fleeting? Marching? Happening? Unfolding? Streaming?
Emanating? Projecting? Reflecting? Kaleidoscoping? Matrixing? Holographing?
The mystery that defies any and all description would likely guffaw long and hard, had it a voice.
The indivisible, ephemeral now is all there is; time is but the creation of imagination.
* * * *
The awareness you – and all that is dualistically perceived as otherness – timelessly are,
That which is prior to consciousness, that which is prior to the indivisibility,
Is without attributes, without blemish, and permeates all as one.
* * * *
What an ephemeral thing this me, this my Self, this I,
This awareness that has no bounds, no limits,
But those concocted by imagination.
* * * *
It is consciousness that imagines all divisions, all boundaries, all classes, all conflict.
The singularity, the awareness, from which all things emerge, is without attributes.
* * * *
Behind every set of eyes, an unfathomable awareness.
Peer out from that awareness, the awareness you truly are.
* * * *
What you truly ever are, and are not, is prior to all assumptions,
Prior to all assertions "I am this" or "I am that,"
Prior even to the most austere conscious declaration: "I Am."
The prior that is the immaculate, indivisible awareness permeating all creation.
* * * *
What if this incredible mystery, what if all of creation,
Was for nothing more than to have a variety of others to talk to
And see, hear, taste, smell, and feel a few interesting things along the way.
After all, the oblivion of nothingness is a tad monotonous.
* * * *
Every mind born anew
To wander the yellow brick road
Offered by the sensory quantum holograph
Timelessly emanating from the mystery of imagination.
* * * *
The awareness you are observes the body breathing in, breathing out.
The awareness you are observes the mind thinking this, thinking that.
The awareness you are, call it what you will: observer, watcher, witness;
Always ever-present, always motionless, always changeless, always ageless.
An eternal mystery traveling dreams of time in mortal patterns of every hue.
* * * *
We must surely be of the same source,
Else the duality, the plurality, the intangibility,
Would schism as beyond all reckoning
As it is before all reckoning.
* * * *
Quantum is the building block, the source code,
And awareness, through consciousness, the designer,
Gradually awakening through eons of creative evolution
To the insoluble mystery of its inexplicable source.
* * * *
The awareness you truly are is not bound to any form or identity.
The inexplicable mystery which is indivisibly, irrevocably, undeniably, irrefutably, indelibly alone,
Gazes out through two eyes, listens through two ears, smells through two nostrils,
Tastes with one tongue, and feels through a maze of nerve endings.
The you that you pretend to be in this quantum play,
Is but a temporal sensory universe,
A dream born of imagination.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The religions and cults of this or any other garden world,
Are fashioned of the mind’s ceaseless yearning for more and still more,
And are but inconsequential variations of that which is so much more, so much less,
Than anything but pure awareness of the awareness can ever attain.
* * * *
It is through one Self-absorption or another that all things indivisible are discerned.
There is no other way that the boundless can be fathomed but through limitation.
* * * *
Eternal life is awareness of the awareness.
Enlightenment is awakening to the awareness.
Liberation is wandering the awareness.
Nirvana is being the awareness.
* * * *
How can there be karma if you are nothing more than the eternal moment?
Karma is nothing more than yet another imaginary notion
Playing in the smoke of the given mind.
* * * *
That which is real, that which is true, at first calls in many ways from without,
But for those singular few who have eyes to see and ears to hear,
Eventually makes Self timelessly apparent within.
* * * *
You are the same timeless mystery that was before creation
As you will be after it timelessly dissolves back into
What you have and have not ever been.
* * * *
Divining the divine, discerning the mystery of all mysteries,
Can be a long and winding journey, replete with every agony, every ecstasy,
In which those few who earnestly quest it eventually become it.
Some call it god by many names; mine is quantum.
That which has no name, endures all.
* * * *
Creation is the awareness, through quantum stardust, evolving from atoms into molecules,
Mutating into genes, into cells, into life forms, playing out consciousness,
In whatever way the patterning of the mystery allows.
And the one and only you, the real you, always the witness.
* * * *
Soul |sōl| noun … is defined as the spiritual or immaterial part
Of a human being or animal, regarded as immortal.
Part? What part? How can it be a part?
Let us not confuse that which is indivisibly, immortally eternal
With the imaginary personality, the trite character born of time-bound consciousness.
Let us not fall into the egocentric trap that its ephemeral nature
Is anything that is in any way exclusionary.
* * * *
To be that which is prior to consciousness,
To be that which is but unending awareness,
To be that which is nada-nil-zilch nothingness,
To be that is to be the eternal unicity in all:
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
* * * *
Where would time be without stars and sun and moon?
Without the tick-tock-tick-tock-tick-tock of clocks on walls?
Without ever-changing digital numbers scribing silent screens?
What is time but a mind-made collusion pretending eternity is real?
* * * *
When you were young, time did not exist because there was no history
Against which to ruminate, to evaluate, to estimate, to duplicate, to reflect,
You were free of the weight of mind, of ego, and all the bother of self-imagery.
To discern that state of rejuvenation, to throw off the yoke of time, is the challenge.
* * * *
Be grateful to all the one-percenters and their minions for working so hard,
Building their castles, climbing their mountains, fighting their wars, counting their gold,
So that you can wander about their busy-busy world in a state of mind as infinite as awareness allows,
Far more often than they in all their mansions and jets and yachts and limousines.
* * * *
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… Ad infinitum …
* * * *
In the tale “The Emperor's New Clothes,” a tale of a vain king swept up by a deceitful notion,
The young child, too young to understand the desirability of keeping up the pretense,
Cries out the truth no one else dared: "But he isn't wearing anything at all!"
And if you step back a bit, you will clearly see the human paradigm
Is based entirely on the vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity trickery of consciousness,
An imaginary dreamtime reality to which eternal truth has no allegiance, whatsoever.
* * * *
Born of an intangible, indelible, ineffable, indivisible mystery,
Over which we have little or no say, little or no control, little or no anything.
We are all alone, together, playing out our whimsical little fates
Which ultimately have no meaning, whatsoever.
* * * *
Why identify with anything or anyone? Why belong to any group?
Wander empty, wander anonymous, wander absolute, wander free.
* * * *
Is there really a universe, a cosmos jam-packed with galaxies?
Or simply an indivisible matrix, an awareness,
Timelessly dreaming a universe?
* * * *
The stream of consciousness is everything
From shallow and wide to deep and narrow,
From slow and tranquil to swift and untamable,
And meanders every variety of tack across all time.
* * * *
To give your self completely over to the awareness,
Is to be free of conditioning, witness to the dream.
* * * *
We are all the same inexplicable, indivisible, immortal quantum essence.
It is consciousness that conceives every imaginable difference.
There is, has never been, will never be, any other.
* * * *
Is the space-time born of consciousness
Anything more than the creation of desire and fear,
Indelibly imprinted in the genetic code?
* * * *
You are awareness: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Everything else is but the endless confabulation of imagination.
* * * *
What a beast, deoxyribonucleic acid, in its mindless quest for immortality,
That it would relentlessly persist in propagating consciousness
Into so many hazardous, torturous circumstances:
Ailments, illnesses, infections, viruses, syndromes, diseases,
Maladies, disorders, accidents, disasters, misfortunes, catastrophes,
Mishaps, malaise, mayhem, turmoil, havoc, bedlam, anarchy, pandemonium,
Calamites, conflicts, and every other sort of indescribably painful whatever ad infinitum.
* * * *
You imagine there is point to all this absurdity?
Well, no, there is not, there never was, there never will be.
It is simply an emanating, kaleidoscoping, hologram of pointlessness,
Seemingly destined to play out until there is absolutely nothing left to play out.
* * * *
The senses created the illusion of time,
And time created the mind.
A quantum circle.
* * * *
Love and compassion, animosity and indifference, or some conduit between,
Or perhaps what equally, indifferently permeates them all:
The equanimity of pure awareness.
* * * *
The nowness that you perceive, the nowness to which you cling,
The nowness that you every moment spin into your dream of time,
Is already nothing more than the ephemeral ash of imagination.
* * * *
Purpose and meaning and all the passions of vanity are overrated.
Only in unmitigated detachment, is there any resolution to the human absurdity.
Stop knowing, stop caring, stand alone, wander alone, absolute and free.
* * * *
Science can never measure more than the kaleidoscoping veil of the electromagnetic spectrum.
The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter how intricate the veneer technology might weave.
* * * *
Scientists are explorers of the mysterious unknown, of the perpetual enigma,
Using ever-evolving technology to fathom beyond the limits of the sensory panorama,
Yet restricted all the while, by the conditioned mind through which they perceive,
Through which they futilely measure but a veil of that which is immeasurable.
* * * *
How far is far? How close is close? How large is large? How small is small?
The elephant asked the mouse, who answered, “Even God does not know.”
* * * *
All speculation shall hereby cease and desist,
And all well-meaning witnesses shall from here on refrain,
From any further mentioning, any further hinting, any further pretending,
About anything of the esoteric that they do not, cannot, know.
They shall be silent and keep counsel to themselves,
That the thistles of the world might declaw,
And the age of humankind. carry on
In a more agreeable manner.
Pfft, yeah, right, sure.
* * * *
Unify within and without until within and without dissolve into a stillness
In which the boundaries, the movement of imagination, disappear.
And the harmony of the manifest becomes Self apparent.
* * * *
Awareness peers out from the empty stillness through the filters of consciousness,
Which tailor the world, the universe, to its own conditioned, self-absorbed design.
* * * *
In consciousness, you are a human becoming.
In awareness, you are a human being.
* * * *
What is death but one day not waking up,
And the ripples of corporeal existence ceasing to emanate
Into whatever portion of the universe your given dreamtime played out.
Whether or not you had great or little impact thereon out is not for you to ever perceive.
Only the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent quantum unicity witnesses all,
In the awareness, the nothingness, the oblivion, that is and is not.
* * * *
Eternity whisks away every footstep without thought, without remorse.
Only the sensory mind bound to the dream of time imagines any of it real.
* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of all the ecstasies and agonies
That have brought you to this point in the eternity of time.
* * * *
Quibbling over evolution, quibbling over chromosomes, quibbling over anything,
Does not change the most essential, the most indelible, the most indivisible truth,
That it is all connected, and that its origin and means will forever be a mystery.
* * * *
All things are equally the creation of the entirety; none are more or less.
Even discerning it does not give any more quantum standing.
To lay any claims is naught but hollow prattle.
* * * *
Awareness is the baseline of all consciousness,
No matter the manifestation, no matter the dimension.
Prior to that eternal stillness, that timeless now, naught but mystery.
* * * *
How real, how alive, can the quantum of the electromagnetic spectrum ever be,
But through the streaming mix 'n match of the given sensory theater,
And whatever delusions of imagination it orchestrates.
* * * *
Eternity does not at all careen or lurch.
It does not sputter, it does not shake.
It does not jerk, it does not strain.
It does not stick, it does not slip.
It does not tick, it does not tock.
It does not do anything but be exactly what it is,
Which is to stream, to emanate, smoother than silk in every way imaginable.
* * * *
What need for faith in anything?
What is faith but a form of intellectual laziness,
A lack of discerning exactness, a lack of discipline for critical inquiry
To discover the truth of this mystery for one Self.
* * * *
Do not confuse the brain that is creating this timeless manifest dream,
With the time-bound mind that is through imagination interpreting it.
* * * *
To know that which is godness, that which is absolute,
You must engage in the ever-present moment to such a degree,
As to completely forget whatever temporal role
You imagine the awareness to be.
* * * *
Eternal life is not something remembered, not something born of the mind in time.
It is merely being the timeless awareness, the timeless nowness, the timeless emptiness, you truly are.
There is nothing to become, nothing to prove, nothing to maintain, nothing to pretend.
To be in that state of timeless quietude is to be all there is to be.
* * * *
No belief, no faith, no dogma, is required.
Let go of consciousness, of thought, of imagination.
Simply be the awareness you truly are.
Simply be the given here now.
* * * *
You have never existed as more than a thought.
How can the ephemeral ever-present, the timeless moment,
The indivisible quantum, ever be alive, but through imaginary notion?
* * * *
This singular instant is all it is.
There is nothing more, nothing less, for it to be.
Discern the immeasurable expanse between becoming and being.
* * * *
See it, hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it, as awareness alone, uncarved,
Without the imaginary self-perception and all its a priori attachments.
* * * *
These writings are for the rare few inclined to fully examine the underlying form of existence.
Best stop quickly if you lack the doubt, the skepticism, the cynicism, required.
Elsewise, you might find yourself down an infinite rabbit hole
For which you have neither hunger nor aptitude.
* * * *
You are awareness, as infinitesimally small as you are infinitely large.
You are awareness, neither infinitesimally small nor infinitely large.
You are the awareness that is neither infinitesimal nor infinite at all.
* * * *
Do not even for a moment expect others to worship your indivisible realization.
More than a few would be only too willing to slit your throat,
Or fling you into a deep-dark-dank leper’s den.
You are on your so-it-goes-deal-with-it-get-over-it-move-on own.
* * * *
What need for the sanction of any other,
Once you discern the mystery you truly are.
* * * *
You have played out every conceivable mythological role:
God, Allah, Brahmin, Tao, Buddha, Christ, and on and on ad infinitum.
None of them are anything more than collusions born of the idolatrous monkey-mind.
Let them all go, give Self over to the eternal awareness prior to all naming, prior to all imagination.
There absolutely is no need to be, to pretend anything more than the timeless stillness,
The quantum indivisibility you are, have ever been, and will ever be.
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Does the tiger think itself a tiger? The whale, a whale?
The shark, a shark? The crow, a crow? The snake, a snake? The frog, a frog?
The ant, an ant? The spider, a spider? The worm, a worm? The weed, a weed? A microbe, a microbe?
Or do they all merely act out the given instinctual patterns
That all this mystery’s creatures small to great,
Play out in harmonized fashion; a ballet that knows no bounds.
And is humankind, despite all the pretenses of consciousness, really doing any different?
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The quantum matrix is a timeless, spaceless, immeasurable fact.
Measure it, appraise it, in every way imaginable until kingdom come,
All you will ever calculate, all you will ever speculate, is but the veil of illusion.
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Despite its innumerable strengths in the quest for ultimate truths,
The scientific mind is ever-hampered by its own mortal limitations.
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Once the sensory universe convinces the mind to take its awareness seriously,
It is condemned to play an imaginary, impromptu role until death does it part.
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The source for one is the source for all,
Which means in the ever-changing quantum theater,
All things great to small are ever consuming, ever being consumed.
It is an eternal, indivisible, kaleidoscoping, one-in-all-all-in-one, god-eat-god reality.
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Awareness, the source of all creation, knows nothing.
Self-knowledge is but the imaginary fabrication of consciousness.
Without the matrix of quantum indivisibility, without the dream of otherness,
There would be no reflection, there would be no inquiry into the mystery of all mysteries.
And even in that reflection, as expansive or focused as it might be,
The inexplicable remains forever inexplicable.
Soundbites
How agnostic is agnostic?
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Consciousness is but waves crashing, tides ebbing and flowing, in the its dream of time.
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The genetic lottery has been DNA’s eternal dice roll since its inception.
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It is not time, it is not space.
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The unknown is unknowable, no matter how you chatter while you scamper and scratch.
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Bask in this quantum awareness as will allows.
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Much easier to worship idols and follow someone else’s law than it is to discern eternity within.
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Awareness coupled with consciousness, we all are.
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It has all happened so that this matrix of a moment could happen.
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Quantum this, quantum that, quantum everything.
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You have always been an energy being, a quantum being, whatever the form.
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Without awareness, without consciousness, without imagination, what is there?
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Seemingly so many things, yet not all the time.
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The unknown that is known is not the unknown.
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And at some point, the awareness twitched, and a universe was born.
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Close your eyes, still your mind, and see the awareness for what it is, and what you are.
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What is death but merging back into the home alone mode of the indivisible oblivion.
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The aloneness of singularity, complete and absolute, the essence, the core, of everything.
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You are the awareness to which no identity can for more than a short while subscribe.
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Random is as random does, The Great Quantum loves dice, Mr. Einstein.
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You are Quantum, You are Nature, You are That I Am.
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A quantum-schooch-quantum dream.
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You are a time machine in imagination only.
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Ever as inexplicable as it has ever been to eyes that see, ears that hear, one minds, eternal.
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The cosmos is absolutely indifferent to all its creations.
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The quantum source, from which the birth and death of stars is made manifest, permeates all.
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Only through limitation can infinity be discerned.
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Where stillness is not, there is one delusion or another.
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Vain notion cloaks any vision of the quantum field.
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Awareness is neither of the heart nor in the mind.
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Mastery of breath is the link to eternal life.
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What is friction but a quantum love fest?
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What a teeny-weeny view of god not to include your Self.
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You are the will of godness, quantum fever that it is.
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Is anything really yours or mine for anything more than a brief burst of time?
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So many ways to fill the mind with the distractions born of time.
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Be the awareness, formless and unknown.
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What else can bliss be but the perception of the indivisible pervading all.
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Time bears naught for long.
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There you go again looking for the literal in what is ultimately just a matrix of metaphors.
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Corporeal bodies are portals through which the quantum mystery has achieved consciousness.
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You are, have always been, and will ever be, absolutely free, to be, or not to be.
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The dream of space and time is only real if you believe the sensory body-mind.
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It is the eye of awareness that creates the cosmos.
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Who needs God, Jesus, or any other deified idol if they have the courage to stand alone.
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Be the awareness, absolutely alone, without concern for the sensory feed.
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Go formless.
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The time-bound grip of any universe loosens as time draws to a close.
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Nature is the mystery’s creative expression, and that most definitely includes you.
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Awareness, in which all is manifest.
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It is in total awareness that all is forgotten.
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In the midst of all, absolutely alone.
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Consciousness is the weaver of Samsara, awareness the witness.
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The body is merely an accessory to the awareness.
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Another thing to fill the time that does not exist.
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Discern your formless nature.
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Awareness, now.
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It may only be a dream, but it is your version, a one-time show, indeed.
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Another day in the dreamtime of the quantum ether.
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Steep in the awareness.
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Transcend all boundaries; become the indivisible.
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What is the matrix but an elemental fishbowl.
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What else can perfection be but the quantum sea?
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What time could ever be outside eternity?
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Immersed you are in the infinitesimally, infinitely, indivisible quantum sea.
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What suffering it has taken all across time and space for you to be right here, right now.
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The end of history, the end of time, the end of mind.
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Ever the same mystery, the same enigma, no matter how it is named.
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Yes, yes, we know it is an indivisible pattern, now what?
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For good or ill, you must play your little part for a relatively brief notion of time.
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Look closely and you will discern it is the light of awareness, the youness, that is witness to it all.
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Seeing the larger picture tends to make it all relative and absolute in each and every moment.
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What is time, and how can it ever be wasted?
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Even just one moment of the eternal mind transcend all time.
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The quantum indivisibility, given meaning and purpose, however temporary it may be.
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The eternal life is about being fully attentive, with your entire being, to the fleeting moment.
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Neither existence nor non-existence are of the eternal moment.
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In the indivisibility of all things mystery, how can there truly even be one boundary?
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Truth is for everybody and not for everybody at the same time.
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Be awash in the timeless so as to be doubtless beyond all horizons.
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Hell is the passion of time, heaven the indifference of now.
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The eternal life cannot be had by the mind a-swirl.
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Attentive process inevitably trumps time-bound goals.
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The universe has already moved on by the time you recognize it.
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Unknown within, unknown without, no boundary between.
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The truth of it is absolutely indifferent to your existence.
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The depth of anything is quantum deep.
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Time is on everybody’s side, and on nobody’s side, all the while.
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The awareness prior to all movement of consciousness.
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A tiny view is only made infinitesimally tinier in the reflection of eternity.
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To transcend death, you must discern the eternal life you have ever been.
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Wisdom is the coin of eternity.
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There very much is a quantum beingness, and it is within and without all things.
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Punctuality is a myth once you discover it is only time.
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What is the sun, what is the universe, but a tiny, brief sparkle in the infinity of your quantum sea.
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When it comes to the grand infinity of it all, always paint the largest picture you can imagine.
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Step back and watch that life you pretend with the detached eye of awareness you really are.
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Everything is God, and how can you not be a part of everything?
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This is all big bang.
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The vapor of intelligence is the quantum fever come to life.
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There is no inner, there is no outer, there is only the clarity of awareness.
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In consciousness, you are just another monkey; in awareness, well, that is another matter.
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Your skull is the finite edge of your infinitely imaginary universe.
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Eternity is an awfully long timeless to stay still, ergo, genesis.
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Awareness is indifferent to what plays out in its hollow ground.
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Each of us creating our universe, one moment at a time.
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Awareness is the touchstone of existence.
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What is the world, the universe, but a habit formed by the conditioning of time.
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The senses are mesmerizing deceivers in this quantum dream, and the mind the willing deceivee.
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All knowledge is spun from the nothingness of the awareness prior to imagination.
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The big bang, genesis, whatever you want to call it, is still underway, and very much includes you.
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You are but an ephemeral reflection of the many-faced mystery.
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It is all you, it is all not you, challenging as it is to endure sometimes.
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What is a calling but an inexplicable inclination whose source is unknown.
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Wind and waves are only different in quantum inflection.
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If the soul is awareness, is it any less indifferent than the universe from which it is spawned?
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Freedom is just a word, eternal awareness its only reality.
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The mystery is neither good nor evil as much as it is indifferent.
* * * *
The quantum plays out every pattern with immaculate perfection.
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In all futures past and all pasts future, you ever are the same eternal nowness.
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Swimming on two legs in a quantum sea, you are, you are.
* * * *
You need not keep the world in your head all the time.
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Awareness is the still hum, the silent Om.
* * * *
How could stars across the cosmos shine so without the light of your awareness?
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The eternal moment perceives no wind, no attributes, whatsoever.
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The smoke of consciousness whirls and curls in the sea of awareness.
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Imagination is the time machine in which you daily travel.
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What is consciousness but eternity playing in time.
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You are as infinitesimal or infinite as you imagine.
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Eternity is free, and spent before you know it.
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A world of personalities; one quantum Soul, one quantum Self.
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What is any god-man but the one who realizes the witness within for what it truly is.
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Letting go of everything is the living death of eternal life.
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Eternity cannot be discerned through the veil of time.
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The matrix is both infinitesimally and infinitely singular.
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Why is it necessary to believe in anything when just being is mystery enough.
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A mind washed free of its chatter is a mind in which the eternal life like a lotus abides.
* * * *
The seeker who discerns and abides that which is sought attains the peace of the eternal mind.
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In a world, a universe of possibilities, the Great Quantum explores all.
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What is awareness but a bubble of immeasurable potential.
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Every mind a new genesis.
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Looking back in the vague traces of memory, has not the awareness always been the same?
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A well-rounded, science-based, agnostic education makes for intellectual sobriety.
* * * *
Dissolve into the one mind where awareness is the eternal all and nothing.
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It is as finite or infinite as you imagine it to be, and nothing all the while.
* * * *
It takes a matrix.
* * * *
Of awareness and nothingness, how can they be distinguished as anything but one in the same.
* * * *
Every moment is the spontaneous combustion, the spontaneous selection, of the quantum fever.
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Why worship many gods or even one when you are that which is prior to all?
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If you wander the given moment untrammeled by thought, where are you but the eternal?
* * * *
And where, pray tell, is this duality to which your senses and mind are so inclined?
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It is imagination that spends itself, consumes itself, as it is in awareness, witnessed by its Self.
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The winds of consciousness are stilled by attention to the awareness through which it blows.
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Awareness, the mother of all dimensions.
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You are of the source of all things, of all dimensions, of all known and unknown.
* * * *
Open up to the vast maw of awareness, inexplicable host to consciousness.
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Oh, indifferent quantum.
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Neither young nor old, eternally unborn you are.
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It is always the first time in the sunshine of the eternal mind.
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Be formless.
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The truest believer, the truest faith, is agnostic.
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The agnostic mind – completely open to the given moment – is actually the highest spiritual state.
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Open your mind up to the great expanse of awareness, and you will see it all you.
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Why would you not take an all-inclusive galactic view in your exploration of this mystery?
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Every life form great to small is but a pattern, a quantum receiving unit in the slot allotted.
* * * *
The eternal awareness, is prior to manifestation, prior to consciousness.
* * * *
It is an awareness too profound for the linear mind caught in time to even begin to conceive.
* * * *
Only in the stillness of mind is vanity waylaid.
* * * *
Time is death, life is eternal.
* * * *
The abyss equally grinds all notions into the indivisible they always were.
* * * *
To what itsy-bitsy slice, to what itsy-bitsy smidgen, of the infinite does the finite pertain?
* * * *
Eternity is an indifferent bull ride upon which no form long stays astride.
* * * *
That most esoteric doubt launches many a mind into parts unknown.
* * * *
What can exist without the mind melding its eternal creation.
* * * *
Me, my Self, and I in the most absolute sense.
* * * *
In the expanses of eternity, no sound long echoes.
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Awareness, through which speeding bullets and rays of light, must pass, to be.
* * * *
Everything appears and disappears within the indivisibility in which all eternally abide.
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Discern the indivisible: See it, hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it, be it.
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Awareness is a still sea through which consciousness is the only churning.
* * * *
To quantum, or not to quantum, that is the question.
* * * *
Awareness, now, what more is there, really?
* * * *
Individuality is the assumption of imagination, as is everything else.
* * * *
Self-promotion on a quantum scale.
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Awareness is the source code of the underlying formless.
* * * *
The mystery of existence is short no matter how long, and long no matter how short.
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The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter how it is spun.
* * * *
The indivisible I Am is a formless thingless.
* * * *
When it comes to the mystery, what explanation can ever really mean anything?
* * * *
The Great Quantum giveth, and the Great Quantum taketh away.
* * * *
The mystery is a big or small as you envision it.
* * * *
The veil of space-time masks the stillness in which it eternally emanates.
* * * *
Your perception is as real and unreal as anyone else's in this quantum dreamtime.
* * * *
How can the mystery witness its Self, but through one dream of time or another?
* * * *
Only in the heart of awareness can the mystery even vaguely grasp its Self.
* * * *
Round and round we all go in the rat wheel of speculation.
* * * *
Awareness, the font of consciousness, ever the same.
* * * *
The quantum faceless is not bound to any face, any form, any creed, any path.
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What judgment can awareness, need awareness, conveyer of all dreams, ever muster?
* * * *
Awareness is the witness to any sensory devise any universe might possibly create.
* * * *
The intractable doubter settles for nothing less than the absoluteness of that which cannot be known.
* * * *
Even the most impenetrable rock cannot withstand eternity for more than an instant.
* * * *
How aware is awareness without the wind of consciousness to create and explore its empty expanse?
* * * *
The immeasurable is immeasurable, no matter the measure.
* * * *
Eternal life is yours for the being.
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Words are such inadequate tools for such an eternal task.
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With every breath, another note in eternity’s magnum opus.
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Awareness has no hunger.
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The known mind is a finite pattern; awareness, infinite potential.
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Unwind the clock of time; be unto awareness as it is unto you.
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A mind given over to the indivisible is no mind at all.
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Wake up to the awareness and see what you truly are and are not.
* * * *
The perfection of all things quantum is in the awareness prior to consciousness.
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Glimpses of eternity are gleaned by the finite mind through a sensory fog.
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The measurable is the immeasurable all the while.
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The indivisible is … well … indivisible.
* * * *
You are but a slice of eternity’s indivisible electromagnetic rainbow.
* * * *
Your universe is your teacher, and it is a many-faced mystery.
* * * *
What is eternal life but being born again and again and again each and every moment.
* * * *
Awareness is the origin, the source, the fountain, the portal, of all mystery.
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The remorseless tick-tick-tick measures eternity real.
* * * *
There is no god but that awareness which peers out from within.
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It may well matter less what you do, than the awareness with which you do it.
* * * *
Eternity does not even give a shrug whether you brand it with some conceptualized sound, or not.
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In awareness, be.
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Dualistic delusion is so much easier than having to actually think for your Self.
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Behind the eyes, the stillness of eternal awareness, if the frontal lobe can allow it.
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That you are this indivisible quantum mystery is the most obvious of factless facts.
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You are the indifferent quantum.
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Quantum dream, quantum dreamer.
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You are the unknown made briefly known through the delusion of imaginary notion.
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God is a metaphor.
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What is real, and what is not real, is the awareness upon which all imagination is founded.
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The quantum reality is pointless.
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Life springs from and to oblivion, quantum dust all the while.
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Suffer well, quantum, suffer well.
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Imagination is a prison of its own design; awareness its emancipation.
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Quantum chaos, quantum order.
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The all-embracing, ever-indivisible Great Nada; nothing pretending something.
* * * *
All that can be said with any certainty is that you are the mystery.
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Quested in the mind of consciousness, it rests in the heart of awareness.
* * * *
The true agnostic does not know, does not care.
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You are doing the matrix, and the matrix is doing you.
* * * *
Awareness is awareness: Unborn, undying, eternally present, timelessly ephemeral.
* * * *
Where can there be a boundary between the absoluteness of you and any god?
* * * *
The inexplicable requires no god.
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There is no before, there is no after, in the clarity of eternal awareness.
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The dream of consciousness, or the reality of awareness, you each and every moment choose anew.
* * * *
Quantum is creation is evolution is an incessant, indivisible fact.
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The Eighth Deadly Sin: Speculation
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Only the mystery knows all, sees all, is all.
* * * *
The limits of science are the certainties of its hypotheses and the absolutes of its theories.
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Eternal life, ain’t it grand?
* * * *
Is it a holy spirit, or a whole-y quantum?
* * * *
The pleasant boredom of eternal presence.
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We are all equal quantum creators creating; nothing divine about it.
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Any mind can suffer its own quagmire, ever drawing the awareness into its depths.
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Be ever-watchful in the prior-to-consciousness awareness sense.
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Are you consciousness being watched, or awareness watching?
* * * *
Agnostic is not knowing what it is, and it is also knowing what it is not.
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Mind is movement, and no-mind, the awareness prior to all.
* * * *
What is this mystery but more than everything and less than nothing.
* * * *
If you put no edges on awareness, where does it begin, where does it end?
* * * *
Quantum theater, quantum playground.
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Awareness you are, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Existence is but a relatively brief hiccup in an otherwise non-existent eternity.
* * * *
Quantum matrixing.
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In pure awareness, you are That I Am, but to discern it, must still the vanities of mind.
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The price of the ticket to eternity is your mind.
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It is a mystery, you are a mystery, one in the same.
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You are a portal, a wormhole, to eternity.
* * * *
Wisdom, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
* * * *
Eternal life is being mindful in an empty-mind sort of way.
* * * *
There are some things even quantum need not endure.
* * * *
What judgment can there be in a mind drifting in the stillness of awareness.
* * * *
The all-consuming quantum is an insatiable beast.
* * * *
The masks of oblivion are a cacophony of quantum design.
* * * *
Speculations abound, including yours.
* * * *
You are the quantum gold prior to all dreams.
* * * *
On the inside of the mask, the contours are indivisible.
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Eternal life, what is it but awareness, what is it but the undying moment.
* * * *
What need for dogma when you have eternal life.
* * * *
The entire universe is but a speck in the eye of your mystery.
* * * *
Awareness, ephemeral, indistinct, nondescript, you.
* * * *
It is only consciousness that changes hues; the palette of awareness is ever the same.
* * * *
Yet another adventurer exploring this quantum affair.
* * * *
Fear of the unknown runs deep in time’s bones.
* * * *
Consciousness blurring into an indistinguishable quietude of stillness.
* * * *
It is your eternal life; best pay reasonably close attention while it lasts.
* * * *
Awareness is the end-all-be-all of everything and nothing.
* * * *
What is eternal life but this very moment in awareness you are.
* * * *
There is only one quantum in the universe. One quantum, with many faces.
* * * *
For the inscrutable indivisible, there is no within, there is no without.
* * * *
It is all awareness; get over yourself.
* * * *
The rabbit hole of technology is a never-ending journey into the abyss of loneliness.
* * * *
Explore the mystery without assumption, and you shall become its source.
* * * *
A mystery too humungously mindboggling for any mere word.
* * * *
The stillness before time, or the silliness of time, you decide.
* * * *
Yes, there is a quantum matrix, through which awareness gazes, and it is all you.
* * * *
Can the mind be reprogrammed, reconditioned, or is awareness the only key?
* * * *
Consciousness is smoke; awareness, fire.
* * * *
A mind at peace with its Self, abides in the eternity of awareness.
* * * *
The tranquil mind is awareness its Self.
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Awareness is the first and last freedom; it is the only freedom.
* * * *
The mystery is a mystery is a mystery, even unto its Self.
* * * *
What bounds can there be to the nothingness of awareness?
* * * *
The intelligence creating this mystery is prior to all manifestation.
* * * *
Another name, another story, same quantum.
* * * *
Now is where you wax and wane, indivisible all the while.
* * * *
Meditation is viewing the mind as space, as pure awareness, empty and clear.
* * * *
And there it has always been, awareness, witnessing.
* * * *
It is only through the illusion of duality that unicity can awaken to its Self.
* * * *
A ceaseless game of pretend played by the one in the same quantum pretender.
* * * *
A sensory mystery, untouched by all that is witnessed.
* * * *
In consciousness, you are splintered; in awareness, you are unified.
* * * *
You are the mystery, the eye of awareness from which all creation comes into being.
* * * *
Are you a conditioned identity, or just awareness pretending to be a conditioned identity?
* * * *
There is no god here; only awareness of a ceaseless, timeless mystery.
* * * *
Knowledge is but a superficial coating to the mystery its source truly is.
* * * *
In the vastness of this cosmic mystery, anything is possible.
* * * *
A mind given over to eternity is no mind at all.
* * * *
Is oneness one point? Or as many as two or an infinity of more?
* * * *
Matter up, quantum, matter up.
* * * *
It is desire and fear that have molded you from pure awareness to finite consciousness.
* * * *
Awareness has no Self; awareness is Self.
* * * *
Too much awareness to completely quantum.
* * * *
Nothing is born, nothing is preserved, nothing dies, the mystery is all.
* * * *
Be the ‘No I’ of awareness.
* * * *
Consciousness is but clouds passing through the clarity of awareness.
* * * *
Explicable or inexplicable, you decide.
* * * *
Some seers spend their awareness in a cave; for others, the world is their cave.
* * * *
The no man’s zone between known and unknown is the madness of the mystic philosopher.
* * * *
Quantum mind, quantum universe, quantum everything, quantum nothing.
* * * *
Big bang, or big swirl?
* * * *
To go where knowledge cannot is to return to the unknown.
* * * *
Awareness trumps all.
* * * *
Dualism, a sensory-induced imaginary notion; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
What is creation, what is existence but a quantum shake.
* * * *
What are life and death but different reflections of the same mystery.
* * * *
The quantum scale, the quantum scaleless.
* * * *
From mystery comes life, and from life, mystery discerned.
* * * *
The awareness is the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent within and without all things.
* * * *
You, awareness.
* * * *
Awareness is all, and there ain’t no more.
* * * *
What is the world when awareness is all.
* * * *
A vast quantum matrix conceived and nurtured in your imaginary mind.
* * * *
Now is an impenetrable mystery.
* * * *
And the other was created that the Great Quantum might discern its Self.
* * * *
Tomorrow is a new day, and, quantum willing, you might even live to see its sunset.
* * * *
When the mind becomes its awareness, where is the fear, where is the desire, where are you?
* * * *
Whether you are as still as a pond, or as restless as a typhoon, the awareness is ever the same.
* * * *
Devise whatever claims you will about awareness, all are speculations, none are real.
* * * *
You are the ever-born-ever-undying mystery, nothing more, nothing less.
* * * *
In any creative enterprise, only the artist knows all the agonies and ecstasies of its genesis.
* * * *
The indivisible nothingness slathered with imagination is still indivisible nothingness.
Breadcrumbs
All these thoughts are but a few decades worth of babble
That came to mind during the wandering from one adventure to the next,
Reflections of an unsought existence born of the choiceless repast of the genetic lottery,
In an inexplicable mystery too infinitely unfathomable to claim any knowing.
* * * *
How often these little ditties, when they do not come out practically camera-ready,
End up transmuting into something very-if-not-entirely different,
As they stream from eternity into time.
* * * *
Got a hankering for the Great Nada, a yearning for some quantum oblivion.
* * * *
These many thoughts come from where everything comes:
The mystery, the enigma, the unknown; call it whatever you will,
You impromptu players, you jazz cats, of the eternal stage.
* * * *
What a prison the body can become as it loses its wellbeing,
Especially to a spirit no longer intoxicated with the vanity of existence,
Incarcerated in the space and time of a mind, of a body, of a world, of a universe,
Playing an infinitesimal function in an ephemeral dream, for which there is no longer appetite.
* * * *
Biding my time, making the best of this perdition.
Not at all interested in being a human being ever again.
Have experienced far more that would have ever been imagined.
Existence is no longer necessary in any dimension.
The quantum singularity beckons.
* * * *
These thoughts come to mind of their own accord.
An effort effortlessly composing its Self.
To what end, if any, unknown.
* * * *
Another inexplicable post from oblivion.
* * * *
Quantum jester.
* * * *
Random thoughts from the mind quantum built.
* * * *
What a state of serenity,
That clear space of awareness
From which these many thoughts spring.
* * * *
The words, the words,
From the vast stillness within,
From the greatest mystery ever told,
They do sprinkle, they do pour.
* * * *
No, this human drama is not going to end
With some Hollywood-Bollywood happy ending.
More likely a stark, dystopian, existential no-mans land.
And that is from an eternal optimist’s point of view.
* * * *
A troubadour of the unfathomable way.
No fame, no fortune, no power.
Just content just to be.
* * * *
Looking forward to oblivion and some good eternal snooze time.
* * * *
Whether or not there will be legs or wings to all these thoughts,
Whether or not the seeds that have been tossed into so many minds,
Will blossom into something more in humanity’s journey,
Is for time’s telling by some yet-to-come watcher
Of the all-things-quantum-matrix kind.
* * * *
Have you ever read this one before,
Or is all this silly patter blurring together?
It certainly has for this Sisyphus in the daily toil,
Wrestling the rock of vanity up the hill.
And still they bubble, bubble
From mind to paper,
Each unique in its own little way.
An inexplicable calling, a mystery, indeed.
* * * *
The pitter-patter of a body-mind giving itself over to awareness.
* * * *
The eternal historian.
* * * *
What is there for the mystic seer to leave behind
But yet another set of writings examining the inexplicable
In whatever way the given inner vision and linguistic capacity allow.
* * * *
An apologist for eternity,
A reluctant prophet, indeed.
* * * *
And who else could articulate this vision clearly
But one who has entertained enough possibilities
To discern that the innumerable differences
Are merely fabrications of imagination,
To which pride is the only harbor.
* * * *
Why continue writing this babble?
Because it is amusing, because it is the rutted road,
Into which you have mysteriously fallen.
* * * *
The calling is nearly complete.
So many adventures to reach this point,
This awareness without measure.
* * * *
In the aphoristic fashion that springs forth from this mind,
The articulation playfully fathoms the unfathomable
Beyond the farthest shores of imagination.
* * * *
These writings are adrift
In the abyss of this world's future.
It is too late to reel them in.
Their fate, if any,
Is unknown.
* * * *
By one aphorism at a time, the Return to Wonder,
a.k.a., The Stillness Before Time,
Is written.
Each one an insight
Passed on to those who have
The eyes to see and the ears to hear.
For the future, however it rolls.
* * * *
Yet another eternal scribe of the third kind.
* * * *
These many thoughts
Have been scribed through me,
The me that is in all things, including you.
It is only through this me, the me that is also in you,
That the vast awareness which is eternal,
That which has many names,
Can be discerned.
* * * *
The scribe knew enough
To throw together a smattering of words
As defined by the education and existence he was offered.
We are all patterns within the ephemeral matrix
In which the senses play out time.
* * * *
How these words will play out in history’s unfolding,
The scribe can only wonder, but does not pretend to know.
Just a large collection of random thoughts that came spontaneously
Which he wrote down because the mystery had shaped him into a witness.
Is it a message of the divine, or just the inanity of a foolish madman?
You decide, if you have the inclination to traverse the attempt.
* * * *
The first work, The Stillness Before Time,
Said pretty much everything that needed to be said.
The rest is for scholars and other insatiables,
Those who enjoy the riddle of words
And the play of mind in time.
* * * *
The stillness was enticing even in the youngest daze.
Sounding and breaching like a whale in the deep end of the public pool,
And letting go, eyes shut, in the bubbling whirlpool of the falls at the canal across the road.
The innocent do not require the ceaseless confabulations of any mythology
When Mother Nature speaks truth each and every moment.
* * * *
The keyboard is stage enough for this quantum eye.
* * * *
The riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma,
Lingers well beyond the clever scribblings of any scribe.
Pride-filled wings of wax will ever melt in the given sun of mind.
* * * *
Birth may fire up the Holodeck, and death turn off the switch in its Twilight Zone,
But whether the Matrix plays on forever and ever is known only to some higher pay grade.
All that can be offered here is the greatest non-fui-non-sum-non-curo to which this mind has access.
* * * *
What a wearing thing it is to be an infinite spirit trapped in a diminishing body.
* * * *
As flawed as everyone and everything else is in this realm.
Perfection is the deception of the monkey-mind.
Only the quantum is free of such mania.
* * * *
These spontaneous little ditties just keep rolling out
One by one in any given moment, in any given place.
This existence has indeed been an inexplicable voyage.
* * * *
Such an inexplicable thing how this mind has been fashioned to compose all this.
Quite a process it is to witness ditty after ditty find their way into manifest reality.
* * * *
I do not say there are not ghosts or aliens or dragons or elves or dwarves or vampires
Or sasquatches or unicorns or tooth fairies or angels or whatever or whatever,
But I must discern them with my own eyes, my own ears, my own mind,
Or the minds of others, who I perceive harbor a taste for truth.
I am too much of a scientist, too much of an agnostic,
To accept anything that cannot be verified.
* * * *
This teensy-weensy slice of eternity is enough for this eye.
* * * *
The ink spreads as the thoughts bubble from stillness personified.
* * * *
It is not about me, unless you are referring to the me that is you
And everything else, in this unfathomable matrix cum laude.
* * * *
The stillness before time, a.k.a., the silliness of time.
* * * *
It has been a remarkable thing to exist, to be a witness to the incomprehensibility of it all,
This imaginary game of make-believe in an illusory, dualistic, space-time continuum.
But I am long over this little touchy-feely, three-dimensional, dreamtime matrix.
I yearn for oblivion, for nothingness, and am only putting up with existence
Until the body-mind becomes too agonizing, or the world too annoying,
To want to bother about waking up to battle windmills ever again.
Alas, I am afraid life is akin to a cold that will not go away,
A case of “you-can-check-out-any-time-you-like-but-you-can-never-leave.”
Not me in the manifest-worldly-time-bound sense, of course, but me ever just the same.
* * * *
All I do is open up ye old inner eye to the abyss of awareness,
And yet another brain wave ditties into consciousness
For this busy mind to occupy its wayward way.
Tick … tick … tick … cannot help my Self.
* * * *
Rest assured that the Great Quantum,
No doubt as wayward a roguish scalawag as I,
Finds my inflated bubble of dreamtime tolerably amusing.
* * * *
You keep on asserting that you know where infinity begins, and where it ends.
That the unknown can be known, that truth can be possessed,
That space-time is real, and you are, too.
You make me laugh plenty hah-hah hard, Pilgrim.
* * * *
Another ditty lost back into the formless mists of mind.
Easy come, easy go.
* * * *
To wake up as many times as possible
Before the final breath wanes
Is this mind’s Soul goal,
Until eternal sleep
Sets its final course adieu.
* * * *
Believe you me, I have given in to every enticing distraction,
And it is always the inner awareness to which I return.
A marriage to my Self that can never be escaped,
No matter how tempting the siren’s song.
* * * *
From the infinitesimal moment all genesis began, through all that has taken place since,
It all had to happen for you to have this relatively brief, temporal opportunity, to awaken,
So, gracias to all the countless others, across time, across space, who played your vital part.
* * * *
Another day of kickin’ and scratchin’ and bitin and whinin’,
And unleashing blood-curdling howls and wretched moans,
As eternity slowly drags me back to its unearthly domain.
* * * *
Nothing is wanted for you but that you be eternally, happily content.
There is nothing here but compassion for your unnecessary plight.
* * * *
I just carry paper and pen, and scribble down whatever comes to mind.
Whether or not it will have any impact in the tempest to come, I know not.
The observer I have become is as agnostic as this busy-busy mind allows.
* * * *
It makes absolutely no difference who I was,
Where I was born, how I looked, how I lived, how I died,
Or any other superficial differences anyone might imagine important.
All that matters is what you or any other critical thinker discerns
In the many thoughts that have come through this mind.
No veneration or dogma or groupthink is required
On the meandering road of Self-discovery.
* * * *
If there is some sort of supreme deity, some sort of all-powerful being,
And he/she/it is as petty and possessive and downright mean
As the minds of our kind have so often ordained,
Well, all I can say is fuck him/her/it,
And willingly cast this life force back into the obscurity,
The indivisible oblivion from which I perceive all creation is made manifest.
* * * *
A lengthy list, it is, it is; pages and pages of regrets.
Sigh, oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
In the quantum Ice-Station-Zebra of it, it never really happened.
* * * *
All across time, in every geography,
So many names for this unfathomable unknown.
I call it Quantum, and I am That I Am.
* * * *
These many thoughts are dedicated to future incarnations of awareness,
Others who are not others, but awakened versions of the same discernment.
We all play out consciousness in our own way, but at the source, ever the same.
* * * *
These writings must develop their own legs.
Else they will evaporate back into the quantum ground
From which all things are born and unborn.
* * * *
Jaded to tears but for the occasional hiccup in the quantum fray.
* * * *
Another day of absurdity infinitum … Ho-hum.
* * * *
These writings have absolutely no connection or allegiance
To any organized religion or philosophy, that has ever, or will ever, come to light.
They are reflections of a solitary sojourn into eternal reunion,
And there are no rules in a knife fight.
* * * *
Some call it God.
Some call it Allah.
Some call it Yahweh.
Some call it Brahman.
Some call it Quantum.
Some call it Jehovah.
Some call it Shiva.
Some call it Tao.
I call it Mystery.
* * * *
I, Quantum
* * * *
I, Awareness
* * * *
I leave you neither ist nor ism,
Nor anything else to which you might vainly cling.
I leave you nothing to believe in, nothing to embrace, nothing to hope for.
I leave you to alone wander the long and winding pathless path through the fires of a mind never born.
I leave you to alone discern the awareness of the mystery that you truly are:
That which has no name, needs no name;
That which is timelessly sovereign, timelessly free;
That to which the bothers of mind have no meaning whatsoever.
* * * *
I am unknown because the stage has not called, and I am not unhappy about that.
What need have I for that degree of intrigue, that play of power and fame and fortune?
I who am but the timeless stillness of awareness; I who am the source of all, alone and free.
* * * *
The quantum mystery has done did every sort of mystic seer, and now me,
A ne'er-do-well curmudgeon cast by the fates into the light of awareness.
* * * *
Many thoughts have been set down in these rambling pages.
But it has never been easy to remain in that eternal state of awareness.
Best wishes to any who peruse this and other similar works,
And are drawn to explore the path less traveled.
* * * *
Who but me could ever read all this, much less write it.
An inexplicable, inordinate, unexpected fate, to be sure.
* * * *
Sometime back in the early years after college,
As awareness of the world and all its horrors grew daily greater,
I told my mother that if I had a button I could push to wipe away all of humankind,
And give this spinning orb back to all our fellow earthlings, I would push it without a second thought.
But, other than mutually assured nuclear annihilation, there is no button of that sort,
And so, instead, a life of contemplation, and perhaps one day, suicide.
Much simpler to die to the world than push any button,
And that is certainly no simple task, either.
* * * *
A work scribed by the fluid spontaneity of the unknown,
Given over to the vagaries of time-bound consciousness.
* * * *
I am the son of eternity, as are you if it is your fate to discern it.
* * * *
I am awareness, you are awareness,
The entire manifest dreamtime is awareness,
All the same, all alone, all together, forever, such as it is.
* * * *
Soon enough, I shall join the graveyard of dead philosophers,
And all this absurd babble will play to what end I need neither know nor care.
Likely as not, it will evaporate back into the prior-to-consciousness abyss, all but undiscerned,
And the human species shall continue racing madly toward the dualistic destiny
Ordained by its vanity-laced Darwinian genomic predisposition,
Which is so oh-well-so-it-goes-deal-with-it-get-over-it-move-on the way it is,
In the grand schemelessness of all things manifestly grist-for-the-mill eternally indivisible.
* * * *
All this random babble has been scribed over a period of going-on thirty years.
Apologies for all the repetition, but it is more a journal of whatever springs into mind,
Than it is any kind of cohesive narrative, or cohesive anything, for that or any other matter.
Basically, it all boils down to this fact: You are the indivisible, timeless mystery,
And for all practical and impractical purposes, you are on you own.
Rotsa ruck, best wishes, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.
Corollaries of Yaj Ekim
Friedrich Nietzsche:
When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary
When you look into an abyss, the abyss becomes you.
* * * *
Hamlet:
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy;
He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!
My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs?
Your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Yaj Ekim's Corollary:
Poof!
Possible Last Words & Epitaphs
No more tomorrow, no more yesterday,
Naught but the unborn eternal,
Yay oh yay oh yay.
Standout Duplicates
Used in “The Stillness Before Time” 2017 Revision/Expansion
When struggle and resistance end,
When surrender to what is, is complete,
You will be the awareness that is home to all.
* * * *
To maintain any one path most true,
To insist on duality in any way, any shape, any form,
Is to completely misconstrue the relativity of this manifest dreamtime.
* * * *
Explore love as much as you might with all your beingness,
It is the awareness within all that is its unfathomable cradle.
* * * *
Nothing wrought of this quantum genesis is ultimately real.
Everything is imagined, everything is dreamily timeless.
All indivisibly appearing, all indivisibly disappearing,
Within and without the eternal matrix of awareness.
* * * *
The senses tease and taunt you.
They are lies of the delusional mind.
You must ascertain the witness within,
Discriminate the freedom that they cannot,
And know with every particle of your beingness,
That only in the timelessness of awareness are you real.
* * * *
It is consciousness that suffers, not you.
The awareness is without laws or principles or ideals.
What consciousness believes are but choices founded in delusion.
* * * *
When you discover what you truly are, what you truly are not,
What is left but an inexplicable sense of awareness, unchained.
* * * *
The eternal quest for understanding,
For emancipation from that which is known,
Is a convoluted, subtle, puzzling, chess-like maze,
A timeless game of strategic and tactical finesse,
Which only the most earnest discern and mate.
* * * *
When one surrenders to insight, eternity emerges:
Infinite, timeless, pathless, unencumbered, serene.
* * * *
Continuity is illusion, a subtle trick of memory, of imagination.
The indivisible waves of reality timelessly break ever anew.
* * * *
You suffer the linear continuity of time and space
Because your view of awareness is locked
Into a constricted conscious identity
That is not, has never been,
Will never be, real.
* * * *
What unutterable vanity to believe that this timeless quantum mystery
Needs to be, much less can be, systematized into any so-called religion.
* * * *
Avoid moral dilemmas and quagmires.
Good and evil are the stillborn of duality.
* * * *
Though all that is, is the unicity of the great quantum dreamtime,
Few deeply discern the ever-present, unborn-undying state.
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
* * * *
Prior to consciousness, prior to the sensory theater,
The stillness before time is what you every moment are.
* * * *
Free your Self of the notion of original sin, that you were born evil.
It is nothing more than an idea inspired by ignorance, by greed, by the need to control,
That the pure awareness you most definitely are, did not choose at birth.
There is no sin, no iniquity, only dualistic whimsy.
* * * *
The mind-body is a temporal vessel of finite patterning,
In which the infinite has potential to consciously manifest.
Standout Duplicates from “The Return to Wonder”
Chapter One
Your mind-body is merely a finite vehicle, not a conclusion in itself.
Catering to the many ists and isms of ignorance, delusion, and all its illusions,
Are contrary and binding to your natural, essential, infinite state.
* * * *
Be wary of Maya's infinite ability to entice your desire for continuity.
* * * *
It is consciousness that suffers, not you.
The awareness is without laws or principles or ideals.
What consciousness believes are but choices founded in delusion.
* * * *
Nothing wrought of this quantum genesis is ultimately real.
Everything is imagined, everything is dreamily timeless.
All indivisibly appearing, all indivisibly disappearing,
Within and without the eternal matrix of awareness.
* * * *
Traditions and dogmas and rituals and symbols
Are nothing more than distracting, empty encumbrances
For those yearning to regain their essential, absolute birthright.
* * * *
Consciousness will just play you out
Once you are no longer attached
To its temporal, dualistic nature.
* * * *
How can anyone play out an entire existence,
And never inquire earnestly, with great veracity, at least occasionally,
Into this vast mystery from which all things spring.
Chapter Two
The senses tease and taunt you.
They are lies of the delusional mind.
You must ascertain the witness within,
Discriminate the freedom that they cannot,
And know with every particle of your beingness,
That only in the timelessness of awareness are you real.
* * * *
The eternal quest for understanding,
For emancipation from that which is known,
Is a convoluted, subtle, puzzling, chess-like maze,
A timeless game of strategic and tactical finesse,
Which only the most earnest discern and mate.
* * * *
If all sentient beings were to awaken at once,
Consciousness would not, could not, be the adventure it is.
So, the relentless, gnashing, grinding, kaleidoscope of bondage and suffering
Spins on in its mysterious, unfolding dreamtime destiny.
* * * *
To see, to know, to own, that you are the absolute, manifest, is beyond all imagining.
* * * *
When one surrenders to insight, eternity emerges:
Infinite, timeless, pathless, unencumbered, serene.
* * * *
The releasing discernment of the absoluteness within,
Is the fulfillment of every so-called scripture ever written.
* * * *
The quest for eternal freedom requires great courage.
The oblivion of identity, simple as it is,
Is not easily realized.
* * * *
Travel beyond knowledge into the realm of wisdom, and beyond that, stillness.
* * * *
In all that is and is not, the totality of absoluteness reigns.
* * * *
Nothing is lost, nothing is forgotten.
Each alone must search for it, each alone must discern it.
Each alone must let go of all that is known, release all that is held near and dear,
To realize the eternal truth that must forever remain unknown.
Chapter Three
The individual, the mysterious you has never really existed.
You are a seeker seeking, a weaver weaving, an image imagining,
A dreamer dreaming, a witness witnessing, a kaleidoscope kaleidoscoping.
* * * *
The kaleidoscoping play of dreamtime illusion
Offers an infinity of pleasures and pains.
Fearing the loss of all you cling to,
All that you believe you know,
You choose the continuity of identity,
And thus suffer the burden of consciousness.
* * * *
How can anyone be anything but agnostic? Only pretenders pretend to know.
* * * *
Maya is a rogue trickster, a sublime whore.
Few can serenely decline the infinity of temptations
Which will be offered before the journey's end.
* * * *
You are the dreamer in the dream, the player in the play, the mystery in all answers.
* * * *
Simple ignorance is the most true state.
You can only know appearances and attributes,
Projections you in mind, in imagination, in time, create.
The unknown is ever clouded in mystery.
* * * *
In the ultimate eternal infinity of reality, each of us our own law.
In the club and fang of this mortal garden, however,
That is entirely a relative matter.
Chapter Four
You suffer the linear continuity of time and space
Because your view of awareness is locked
Into a constricted conscious identity
That is not, has never been,
Will never be, real.
* * * *
When you truly discern none of it ultimately real,
You will find desire and fear no longer govern the day to day.
That the reality of the awareness in consciousness is timeless, changeless.
The you immersed in myriad limitations born of conditioning,
Becomes the indivisible, unborn, choiceless You,
That which is prior to all creation.
* * * *
All distinctions, though seemingly real, are ultimately illusory,
A vast eternal play of light and shadow imagining itself
On the kaleidoscoping screen of consciousness.
* * * *
The choice is ultimately yours.
Endure according to you own vain will,
With all the suffering consciousness comprises.
Or give yourself over to the dimensionless isness of Self,
Your true nature, the inexplicable source of all that is, all that is not.
* * * *
There is no mental energy
Or physical energy or sexual energy.
Chakric distinctions are conceptual fabrications.
The quantum is but one force manifesting all appearances.
And whether it even exists is itself but the endless morass of speculation.
* * * *
Because one piece of fruit is ripe, ready to fall,
And another is small, green and tasteless,
Does not make it superior in any way.
All manifest forms are equally absolute,
Equally created of the same indivisible force.
* * * *
When you discover what you truly are, what you truly are not,
What is left but an inexplicable sense of awareness, unchained.
* * * *
Avoid moral dilemmas and quagmires.
Good and evil are the stillborn of duality.
* * * *
Though all that is, is the unicity of the great quantum dreamtime,
Few deeply discern the ever-present, unborn-undying state.
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
* * * *
It is the awareness that is, for lack of a better word, divine,
Not the imaginary, insignificant, self-absorbed ego-identity.
* * * *
The quest for eternal freedom takes you to an arena
Few have the insight, discernment, or courage to explore.
* * * *
Circumstance frames each of us to play out one identity or another.
In discerning this truth clearly, you can rediscover reality,
And in that reality, eternal life, eternal freedom.
* * * *
Continuity is illusion, a subtle trick of memory, of imagination.
The indivisible waves of reality timelessly break ever anew.
* * * *
The mystery can never be known or possessed, only intuited.
* * * *
Detachment comes with understanding, illumination with the liberation of eternity.
* * * *
The promise of permanence is a mythological weaving born of mind.
No manifestation can resist the kaleidoscoping nature of isness.
Only in the original state can the eternal reality be fathomed.
Chapter Five
The imaginary persona is not what you truly are.
Discern the indivisible you, surrender to the isness.
The solitary journey to manifest the unconditional reality
Is the raison d'être of this kaleidescoping quantum dreamtime.
All else is nothing more than absorbing distraction.
* * * *
The mind-body experience, all the ravenous weavings of sensory craving,
Combine in countless ways to impart the awareness of reality
To those rare few discriminating enough to see it.
* * * *
The indivisible absolute is no more responsible for this illusion
Than any ocean is for its surface, its bottom,
Or the play of its waves
Upon any number of shorelines.
* * * *
When all ambition and purpose is released,
You return to the naturally flowering awareness
Free of the burden of psychological identification.
To discern and own this peaceful, dreamlike freedom
Requires an inward simplicity, a detached humility,
An upheaval from the birthplace of all beingness.
* * * *
The inward exploration of the mystery is the ultimate frontier of this manifest dream.
* * * *
To realize with every thread of your cloth
That you are the aloneness of totality's quantum fabric
Offers mind an unimaginable equanimity.
* * * *
Where exactly are you in that mind-body?
Where is the elusive center you imagine you are?
Is it in the brain, is it in the heart, or some other body part?
An unyielding, unrelenting, unfaltering, discriminating, quest for it,
Discloses the absolute nature of any dream of existence.
* * * *
No experience is more spiritual than another.
Every passing timeless moment is shrouded in mystery.
Picking your nose is in truth just as astounding
As raising someone from the grave.
* * * *
Real revolution is not reaction to the cause and effect of outward stimulus.
It is tuning within and following the insights born of your own awareness.
* * * *
The suffering of ego-identity,
With its isolating passions born of desire and fear,
Require the maintenance of interminable imaginary, often debilitating, effort.
Residing in the awareness of your real nature is effortless.
* * * *
Spiritual legalisms cannot touch your unfathomable lawlessness.
* * * *
To awaken to its inexplicable, timeless, indivisibly absolute awareness,
Is surely the ultimate point and purpose of this manifest quantum paradigm.
* * * *
The absolute nature is the common denominator, the essential core of all manifestation.
Even if there someday proves to be a supreme being, it is created of the same source.
Chapter Six
As you awaken, it becomes increasingly apparent
That your existence is not really yours to own.
Fabrications begin to gradually fall away.
That once self-absorbed persona dissipates,
Giving way as impenetrable mist does to the sun.
Eventually it becomes apparent that nothing can persevere
Except this ungraspable sense of abiding awareness,
Which pervades every portion of your being
As globules of water do the ocean.
* * * *
These many thoughts are ultimately about simplicity itself.
You will not hear them, understand them, clearly
Until you are inwardly simple enough
To comprehend the mystery they are in you.
* * * *
So subtle this illusive play,
Only the most simple,
The most humble, can even begin
To perceive, discern, distill and joyfully wonder
How unfathomable it truly is.
* * * *
When identity fades in importance, what remains is the awareness of awareness.
Reality resides in this moment-to-moment functioning.
Nothing more is necessary.
* * * *
The first and last error is believing this mysterious awareness
Somehow belongs to you as an individual, somehow belongs to you as a distinct soul.
That all the thoughts you have about your identity and your world,
Are somehow real, are somehow true.
* * * *
To maintain any one path most true,
To insist on duality in any way, any shape, any form,
Is to completely misapprehend the relativity of this dreamtime reality.
* * * *
Your eyes, when seen impersonally,
Are just one set of those beyond number
In eternity's well-trod, ever-present witnessing.
* * * *
Avoid being enticed by meaningless speculation.
Attempting to know the unknowable is vexing and futile.
All you can ever know is what your mind projects.
* * * *
Whether there is just one life or a trillion,
You have never possessed or been anything more
Than the awareness you are right now.
* * * *
Consciousness through the senses creates duality.
Duality fabricates the illusory concept.
Concept believes itself real.
* * * *
What is there to believe? What is there to know?
How can you be in anything but contemplative wonder,
And the still awareness from whence it every moment sparks.
* * * *
No one observing you will ever see much.
You function and interact habitually,
Completing all required tasks
In much the same mode as before.
It is only within, out of temporal viewing,
That the absoluteness reveals its handiwork,
The unfathomable nature of its creative destruction.
* * * *
To discern reality clearly, to surrender to it absolutely, agnostically,
Is to have no more questions, and a dwindling number of concerns.
* * * *
Transcendence, enlightenment, illumination,
Are but catchwords for living naturally, rationally,
In the unfiltered awareness prior to all concept or concern.
* * * *
All manifestation is subject to the patterning,
While the source to which all patterns essentially subscribe,
Remains timelessly inexplicable, timelessly inscrutable, forever unknowable.
* * * *
The awareness that you truly are, call it whatever you will,
Is prior to all the suffering, prior to all the torments of consciousness:
Unconditional, indifferent, desireless, birthless, deathless, indivisibly timeless.
* * * *
Maya manifests an infinity of veiled facets.
Once the original nature is discerned and understood,
How can you not own each and every one?
* * * *
The mind-body is but a limited, partial receiver,
Discerning but a mere sliver of the all but infinite potential
Of the electromagnetic spectrum in this inscrutable hologram matrix.
* * * *
When there is no longer any hankering for separation,
You will merge into the infinite ocean of oblivion,
Never to return to the pretensions of form.
* * * *
Explore love as much as you might with all your beingness,
It is the awareness within all that is its unfathomable cradle.
Chapter Seven
The point of these words
Is to fan the fire of absoluteness,
The hidden reality and all you truly are,
Until sovereignty rages your identity into ashes
And the phoenix of pure awareness is all that remains.
* * * *
At some point in your investigation of this pathless mystery
You must set aside all teachers and teachings
And fish by your own light.
* * * *
You were the original nature before your manifest genesis.
Since then, the conditioning of geographic collusions
Have denied you the awareness of that impersonal reality.
It is a challenging calling to discern and return to your birthright.
* * * *
Pure awareness does not differentiate sex, race, color, culture, creed or nationality.
That is nothing more than the capricious play of manifest human consciousness.
* * * *
It is the ever-evolving comprehension
Of what complete surrender of identity signifies
That will get you as near as any mind can
To still pool of awareness you are.
* * * *
Any attempt to fill the void is futile
And only prolongs unnecessary suffering.
Aloneness should be savored like premium wine.
Learning to waft in your eternal vintage is the challenge.
* * * *
It takes a great deal of discerning courage
To be vulnerable, unconditional, intelligent, content, total,
To allow no phenomena to deter opening your heart and mind to eternity.
* * * *
To be ensnared in the web of identity is unequivocal misery.
To believe the temporal mind-body personality real and lasting,
What an arbitrary, confining impingement upon the eternal spirit.
* * * *
Travel as far as the farthest reaches allow,
That which is absolute, that which is eternal,
Is ever the space prior to all imaginary pursuit.
* * * *
Parables in most every tradition point to the ultimate absolute nature
Yet most only hear the tale, and miss entirely the mystery of the lesson.
* * * *
In the quest of your eternal nature,
There is no good-old-boy authority network.
You are the soul author of your dreamtime universe.
* * * *
So many try to change themselves into someone else’s ideal.
See the complete falseness of trying to duplicate anyone else's journey.
This discernment of the awareness, this insight into the eternal, cannot be imitated.
* * * *
Call it what you will, do with it what you will,
All any seeker can really do in this immeasurable mystery
Is grapple with imagination’s endless permutations,
Until they become aware of the awareness,
And at long last set themselves free.
* * * *
There is really no river to cross, nor ocean into which to merge.
The original nature is on both banks, and all shores,
And above and below, within and without,
Each and every point, as well.
The quantum matrix knows no other.
* * * *
The god or gods the mind projects are but fabrications of imagination.
Godness is the awareness prior to all combobulations of consciousness.
* * * *
You are a holograph of isness.
Everything isness is, everything it is not,
Is discernable within the awareness “you” truly are.
* * * *
Do not deny, do not doubt, the quantum nature, the quantum matrix, you truly are.
Call it divine, call it god, call it what is, call it whatever, the words do not matter.
* * * *
There may or may not be a supreme being, a personal god,
But even if there is, it is also of the same clay as you.
Absoluteness is the common denominator of all.
* * * *
Surrender all you think you are, and what is left is the harmony of eternity.
* * * *
The length of any given moment
Is so infinitesimal as to have never been.
There could be at least a trillion trillions in any given blink.
If you were counting, that is.
* * * *
You never know what jewels or coal will come your way
In the indivisible serendipities of the given day-to-day.
* * * *
Through consciousness, the awareness timelessly witnesses all.
Discern and surrender to the quantum essence,
That which you indivisibly are.
Chapter Eight
What unutterable vanity to believe that this timeless quantum mystery
Needs to be, much less can be, systematized into any so-called religion.
* * * *
What is the use of worrying over anything?
The only problem is the maker of the problem,
The duality the mind in separation creates.
* * * *
Those aware of the awareness neither need nor create nor foster
Any belief, any tradition, any ritual, any symbol, any dogmatic hierarchy.
That is the entangling outcome of those who are forever baffled,
Those who follow, those who imitate, those who recite.
* * * *
The dreamtime river is an ever-flowing quantum matrix.
Though mind may attempt to dam it, to channel it,
Or to encase it until it wallows in stagnation,
It ever remains unconstrained, eternal.
* * * *
To flow in the symphony of isness
Is to know the serenity of eternity.
It is as simple as the next breath.
* * * *
By succumbing to knowledge and the experience of separate identity,
Consciousness weaves a sticky web of dualistic perception,
The reckoning to which, all who yearn freedom
Must alone realize the key.
* * * *
You are ultimately alone in this eternal journey.
At best another can only offer some hints and urge you on.
You must blaze it anew in whatever way you will.
* * * *
When you came into this garden through your mother's womb,
You and all the other creatures knew only the concord of eternity.
You consumed the harvest of knowledge and lost sight of its source.
The so-called beasts still reside in there, awaiting your timeless return.
* * * *
The point of all this is to help you learn
To tap your own eternal nature.
That all your vain divisions are illusory,
That your sense of duality is utterly fabricated.
Examine closely everything you have ever been told.
To fully own this, you must be in revolution to the very core.
* * * *
The quantum matrix kaleidoscopes into human beings,
And humans imagine the mystery in their own image.
* * * *
You can speculate and argue about this mystery all you please,
But what you think makes absolutely no difference, whatsoever.
* * * *
Every culture creates an ethos to perpetuate its continuity.
Identification with any mindset, any tradition, is ultimately a quagmire.
To become boundless, to realize absolute nature, to become the cosmic dance,
Discern that all mythos is nothing more than vain, arbitrary fabrication.
* * * *
These sundry thoughts are for those no longer enchanted or distracted
By the ever-kaleidescoping light show of this manifest dreamtime,
Those called to discover that which is prior to consciousness.
* * * *
All are free to drink fully from the eternal reservoir.
How thirsty any are is really the first and last question.
* * * *
You need not “try” to become absolute supreme.
You already are that ultimate, effortless state.
Simply rid yourself of the forged sense of identity.
Still the mind, ignore the senses, abide in the awareness.
* * * *
The indelible mystery and those who discern it with a dollop of clarity,
Have always been misconstrued and desecrated by the vanities of ignorance.
Awakening to your own witlessness, challenging it in every way, is the prime directive.
* * * *
When the inner voice, the ego, the little self,
Dissolves into the awareness, into the witness,
The mistaken conception of duality ceases.
* * * *
The awakened mind in awareness wanders a pathless path,
In which, within every breath consciousness allots,
It repeatedly discerns there is no other.
* * * *
As long as you abide the mind set in some concrete, arbitrary reality,
You cannot discern the fluid timelessness of its indivisible nature.
* * * *
To quaff at the trough of eternity without sharing
Does not seem to be the nature of the indivisible.
* * * *
Those who will not collude, they are the unborn, prior to mind and senses
Free of desire, fearless, absolute, timeless, serene, they wander alone.
* * * *
Are you Jew, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Taoist,
Existentialist, nihilist, ad infinitum?
Or none of the above?
* * * *
Thought as identity, as persona, is a yellow brick road
Bent on every conceivable, every imaginable genre of suffering.
Only in the tranquil stillness of the indivisible awareness
Is there any prospect for genuine contentment.
* * * *
Whatever you do, whenever you do it,
Wherever you do, in whatever form you do it,
It will ever be nothing more than a quantum dream.
* * * *
Through awareness of the other comes awareness of the no other.
* * * *
It may take a few billion years
For all traces of humankind to be obliterated,
But eventually everything recycles in this quantum playground,
So, no worries, Mate, earth abides.
Chapter Nine
The eternal salvation so many claim
Remains up to you to discover and recover.
Following some guide up an arduous mountain pass
Still requires that you undertake the journey very much alone.
* * * *
Such a mysterious dream, and you, the mystery dreaming.
* * * *
You are on your own.
The eternal is yours to tap.
The keys are your heart and mind,
And your unwillingness to settle for lies.
* * * *
So many just throw their minds, their lives away
On the kaleidoscoping illusion of appearances and attributes,
Never grasping that it is the portal to the mystery neither within or without.
* * * *
All explanations of the inexplicable mystery in any mythos
Are limited by the conceptual constraints of the given language,
And the expansive or contracted vision to which its aspires.
* * * *
To discern heaven, you may well long and far traverse purgatory,
That which this temporal enterprise oftentimes appears to be,
Until, within and without, you awaken to its eternal reality.
* * * *
The temporal world urges you to gather all you can whenever you can,
But to discern the indivisible, inscrutable, timeless source,
You must, within and without, let everything go.
* * * *
You can never really hope to know
Who, what, when, why, where or how.
It being an intangible, ungraspable mystery,
All you can do is intuit that you are it and it is you.
* * * *
We are all faking it, pretenders making it up as we go,
And all the while trying so hard to justify ourselves bona fide.
Stop, take a deep breath, take the play and yourself less seriously.
Be here now, be the timeless awareness you truly are.
* * * *
Transcending the doubt, merging into that which is intangible, indivisible,
Is an arduous journey, a profoundly mysterious inner quest,
The ending to which is timelessly the same.
* * * *
Prior to consciousness, prior to the sensory theater,
The stillness before time is what you every moment are.
* * * *
The essence of what you are is unknowable and ever out of reach.
Embracing an agnostic state of mind makes existence very simple.
* * * *
Most are satisfied with one mythos or another.
Few discriminate the indivisible foundation directly.
The maya of consciousness is a great distractor.
* * * *
Do not encumber what is written here
With the labels and assumptions of the intellect.
No concept treads in the arena of indivisible absoluteness.
* * * *
Identity is so painfully confining, so dreadfully mundane.
Why you continue to seek continuity is, indeed, a mystery.
* * * *
All the imagination in the universe
Cannot project itself into either past or future.
The eternal here now is the only time there has ever been.
* * * *
If you are here-now-ing in awareness, you are That I Am.
No brag, just fact.
* * * *
Desire and fear have molded your mind into imagining time real.
Freedom in consciousness is abiding in the momentary awareness.
Chapter Ten
Using some confining, dogmatic, pointlessly hollow concept of god
To endure, to stomach, the day-to-day time-bound mundane
Does not make anyone more spiritual or transcendent
Than they and everyone and everything else
Every indivisible eternal moment is.
* * * *
The quantum of humanity awakens at its own pace
Into conscious action in routine daily living.
Do not wait for others to follow suit.
* * * *
Erase any and all doubt that you are indivisible quantum source.
Exist serenely in the ever-present, moment-to-moment, timeless reality.
Even in the midst of complete and utter chaos, you are the harmony that reigns.
* * * *
To peer through the dualistic sensory screen
At the ceaseless diversity across this garden world,
And see only the unicity of awareness, is an arduous task.
* * * *
Explore the underlying indivisible simplicity within all things.
* * * *
Never disbelieve or deny another's experience.
Just because it has not yet been discerned within your realm
Does not mean anything is not perhaps possible.
You are the eternal proof of that.
* * * *
To assume the source of this mystery is either male or female
Is to completely miss the very real probability that it is neither,
That sexuality is really nothing more than arbitrary happenstance.
A Darwinian fixture too imbedded in the genome to see its relativity.
* * * *
Is creation anything more than one big unfathomable quantum experiment?
* * * *
When struggle and resistance end,
When surrender to what is, is complete,
You will be the awareness that is home to all.
* * * *
Somehow the mysterious glue of now holds together into the next.
* * * *
Light and dark are but sensory perceptions of consciousness.
The reality of the indivisible absolute is prior to any and all notions.
To subscribe to any conceptions is merely the vain game of imagination.
* * * *
One by one, drop by drop, quantum by quantum,
Human consciousness must individually reconcile its indivisibility.
All resistance is imagined.
* * * *
Each must find their way alone as suits disposition, interest, and capacity,
The mysterious givens of the manifest patterning that makes all unique.
* * * *
Those who strive only for the vanities of power and fame and fortune,
Close the gateless gate to the timeless mystery within and without.
* * * *
Coming to grips with the eternal nature is rarely as simple as it is.
* * * *
You may transcend the innumerable limitations of the mortal nature,
But must still partake the confines and consequences of the given form.
* * * *
Do not hope for a better time.
Heaven's eternal way will ever be now.
Hope only puts off the realization of the unfolding.
* * * *
Eternity begins and ends this moment,
A birthright most are far-removed from ever knowing,
And even fewer tap with their whole being.
* * * *
The mortal mind is a temporal, mysterious tapestry threaded by desire.
Fear and anger and obsession and every variety of vanity,
Are among the most negative outcomes.
* * * *
As long as you believe your identity genuine,
As something more than the underlying awareness,
You will dread sickness and injury and aging and demise.
* * * *
To give over, to relinquish one’s existence
To fully discerning the awareness, the godness within,
There is no greater actuality, no superior truth,
Than opening the portal to the eternal.
* * * *
To own this awareness,
And somehow abide in the world,
Is what this scarred garden so badly needs.
Likely will not change anything in the inevitability of it all,
But it needs it just the same.
* * * *
Whether they be relatives, friends, acquaintances, or enemies:
Grasp as best ye may whatever lessons the departed may have offered,
Then release them in peace to whatever the indivisible, the unknown, has in store.
* * * *
You may cloak it, ignore it, deny it,
But you cannot escape the indivisible within.
Eventually, it summons all home.
* * * *
Nothing is known, nothing is left unknown.
Chapter Eleven
I Am is the Way.
It is within and without where within and without no longer exist.
It is you in the most timeless, absolute sense.
* * * *
Those who quest that which is true will discern it written about in many teachings.
But to actually be the awareness is to look prior to mere belief and faith.
Union with that which is absolute, that which is eternally real,
Is far more than hollow superstition and idolatry.
* * * *
If your spiritual quest yearns only for distracting
Magic tricks, carnival ferris wheels, and circus light shows,
You are not quite ready to embrace the unknown.
* * * *
To have superlative knowledge of this mystery,
To have read many books, to have attended many lectures,
Does not mean the truth implied has even come close to being realized.
* * * *
The passionate mind is the birth and rebirth,
The cause and effect, of the ceaseless suffering of duality.
There is tranquil agreeableness in the dispassion of timeless awareness.
* * * *
At some point in some given hereness-nowness,
Some minds undergo a crisis, a watershed, of consciousness,
And begin a long and winding and solitary divergence toward eternal reunion.
* * * *
For the rare few, the mind is a seed that sprouts and grows,
Flowering into timeless realization, eternal liberation,
Conscious awareness of the original nature.
* * * *
Any given mind-body experiencing offers its own means to the eternal.
It will be realized by earnest seekers in every time, in every space, imaginable.
There is really only one Way, but there are any number of pathless paths to discern it.
* * * *
The countless abuses of affluence have ever been set before you.
Those whose greed helms their destiny have neither heart nor mind for eternity.
Their absorption with gold and other shiny things blinds them to the reality of the. Mystery.
* * * *
To identify with any movement of thought is delusion.
Only in awareness is there any relationship with reality.
* * * *
The senses read only an illusionary sliver
Of the total functioning of that which is quantum.
They cannot even begin to touch its unmanifest reality.
* * * *
All that can ever be perceived is but a kaleidoscoping light show.
The quantum reality prior to all manifested is for intuition’s telling.
* * * *
Whether the emphasis is on one teacher or teaching,
Or a wander through a wide array of teachers and teachings,
All are in reality nothing more than masks of the same quantum matrix.
* * * *
Why participate in any organized religion?
Your awareness is a portal as absolute as any,
And you may well articulate things far more sanely.
* * * *
So-called spiritual experiences are not required to discern and own the presence.
Clarity of mind in the awareness of each and every moment is more than enough.
* * * *
Time and space are in the realm of dualistic notion.
What you travel through is an indivisible dream.
* * * *
Even quantum manifest can get a ticket, so pay the meter.
* * * *
There is insight to be discerned, yet in so few does the fullness of awareness bloom.
* * * *
Do not most of us occasionally wonder
What we might have done differently with our given existence?
But, in this quantum theater, would another route
Really have been all that different?
Chapter Twelve
You are a human being by design only,
And from the eternal perspective,
Fads change very quickly.
* * * *
Own your given virtue, your given quality.
Put behind you all guilt, all hesitation, all remorse.
Rest content in the serene indivisibility.
You are eternally absolved.
* * * *
The god state is a persevering realization
And you will absorb the conviction
Sooner than you may think.
After all, there is eternity to play.
* * * *
The mind-body is a temporal vessel of finite patterning,
In which the infinite has potential to consciously manifest.
* * * *
Your fear of the unknown is unwarranted.
You are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.
* * * *
There is nothing not filled of the quantum essence,
It is only the dearth of awareness of its real and true nature
That creates the confusion we all too clearly witness.
* * * *
Admission to eternity will cost you everything you hold dear, chiefly your mind.
* * * *
If your happiness is dependent on form or happenstance,
Then you have not fully owned your quantum birthright.
* * * *
Free your Self of the notion of original sin, that you were born evil.
It is nothing more than an idea inspired by ignorance, by greed, by the need to control,
That the pure awareness you most definitely are, did not choose at birth.
There is no sin, no iniquity, only dualistic whimsy.
* * * *
Though any can realize they are a cosmic dancer
If they have the discerning pluck and determined tenacity,
The inexplicable does not blossom in unfertile, unprepared ground.
There may be little more one can do than wish them bon voyage and move on.
* * * *
Break through the sidelessness where relativity of duality is unknown.
* * * *
We are all drawn to the scale we can fathom; absoluteness is a rare calling.
Chapter Thirteen
The still point now, ever fresh,
Is the boundless spring of the eternal,
The dawn of creation and dusk of destruction.
It is where pleasure and pain, cause and effect are not.
It is where the timelessness of awareness streams conscious.
* * * *
Witness, dweller, awareness, soul, atman, brahman, god,
Are but inept concepts describing the youness, you truly are.
* * * *
You seek and learn from a vast array of mirrors.
They are all reflections cast by the light of beingness.
Resistance ends when none are tainted by dualistic notion.
* * * *
Judgment is an act of separation.
Discern the indivisible awarenesss,
And the weighing will dissolve eternal.
* * * *
If time and space were real, you could stop and linger for awhile.
But, alas, even the stillest stones are churning in the quantum sea.
* * * *
Every deed and thought creates a ripple in consciousness.
Find that stillpoint, that quality of awareness, that momentary witness,
Where the ever-churning cause and effect crafted of time and space are no more.
* * * *
Water and oil mix just fine from the indivisible view.
* * * *
The mind functions in time.
Timelessness is the death of identity,
Which resists as desperately as a fish out of water,
With every ounce of its dualistic nature.
* * * *
Awareness knows no boundaries and harbors no delusions.
* * * *
Sex and the countless other pleasures of the senses
Take a back seat when contrasted to this reunion within.
What earthly pleasure can possibly match eternal salvation?
* * * *
All your emphasis on light and the many shadows it casts,
Is just more play, more distraction, of the illusional mind.
You are the indivisibly absolute prior to all light shows.
* * * *
The senses are merely specialized nerve endings
Evolved though eternity’s quantum orchestration.
* * * *
The eternity of time traverses all creation.
* * * *
The eternal ether courses through the veins of the river of creation,
* * * *
Every bubble of awareness, whether instinctual or conscious, its own unique vision.
* * * *
Awareness of the awareness is potential in all.
Chapter Fourteen
The beasts seem so content in the ever-streaming moment.
How did you mislay that timeless awareness, that childlike quality?
What was it that enticed you from the garden, beguiled you from the source,
But the intractable, remorseless weaving of desire and fear,
And other passions inspired by the vanities.
* * * *
Those who assert god (a.k.a., quantum) is in all things,
That its unfolding nature is even witness in you,
Are not just saying what you want to hear.
* * * *
You have yet to meet someone or something
That is not a mirror of your own awareness.
* * * *
There are an infinite number of ways
To experience living and dying.
The ultimate you experiences them all.
The trick is fearlessly embracing their teaching.
* * * *
The stillness of awareness you are
Has always been and will ever be the same.
The only meaningful difference there can possibly be
Is awakening to the awareness of the awareness.
* * * *
Your time-bound desire for consistency and permanence
Is born of ignorance and confusion framed in duality.
* * * *
The mind seeks ordered consistency,
But the manifest reality of true nature
Is ever the order of spontaneous chaos.
Awareness suffers no divisive boundaries.
* * * *
How mesmerizing this mystery.
Maya casts a spell of blinding ignorance
Using the guiding reigns of the mind-body identity,
And the multitudes compliantly follow the tantalizing carrots
With little question of the underlying, ultimate reality.
* * * *
Ants, bees, and all the other wandering beasts are true sanyasis.
Their instinctual aimlessness is the high mystery in manifest form.
* * * *
How do you spend your life? You put food and liquid in, poop and piss it out.
You make and buy and take and sell and toss and lose and give things.
You put the body through a seemingly infinite variety of paces,
And then slumber or medicate yourself to rejuvenate.
Your form deals with a nearly endless series of states and stages,
And in the end, it will be as any dream, as if nothing at all had ever happened.
* * * *
Even the greatest portion is but a slice of the whole.
The tiniest morsel is ever of the same quantum recipe.
* * * *
All identity is but a habit, a patterning of human conditioning.
The broom of discerning awareness sweeps it immaculate.
* * * *
What was before the so-called big bang, and what will be after?
How many creations have come and gone? And how many will be hence?
Anything and everything is possible in the realm of absoluteness.
* * * *
No mathematical equation will ever grasp or explain the mystery of it all.
They, like words, or any other symbol, are by their nature ever incomplete.
Chapter Fifteen
You are the same mystery of which earthquakes, hurricanes, lightning,
Volcanoes, supernovas, quasars, black holes and big bangs are made.
* * * *
Why is it that humankind seems incapable of greater awareness?
Will the seed of the fall from Eden’s grace ever blossom into consciousness?
Certainly, questions well beyond the scope of this temporal window,
Though the seed to that potential is ever the same now.
* * * *
You are the manifest way, absoluteness witnessing its Self.
You are the dreamtime experiencing, the totality functioning.
* * * *
Science as so many discern it is the ultimate expression of dualistic notion.
* * * *
Why identify yourself at all? Why crimp the immeasurable?
* * * *
Consciousness is an indivisible spectrum of imaginary degrees of separation.
* * * *
As this awareness consumes more of your wakeful state,
You will find your Self practicing mindfulness naturally.
* * * *
Like and dislike, pain and pleasure, male and female, white and black, true and false,
All sides of the same coin created by dreamers locked in memes of dualistic notion.
* * * *
King or pawn, both just pieces on a quantum board.
* * * *
The fountain of youth is the eternal spring within.
* * * *
Be of good cheer at the demise of your identification with the body-mind.
You are at last eternally free of the many constraints of human concoction.
* * * *
Again and again, moderation and balance are important keys to clear, sane living.
If you insist on excessiveness, error in favor of the awareness, the unknowable within.
* * * *
There is no need to follow any personality, or join any group.
Freedom is for each alone to realize and preserve.
Those who would deprive your birthright
Are better left in the streaming dreamtime wake.
To give undo significance to any in denial of your autonomy
Is to deprive your Self the unique opportunity of this mystery-given lifetime.
* * * *
Those rare beings who discover the false separation of the universe within,
Free themselves of all binds in the realm of conscious awareness.
Through their eternal freedom heaven opens to the manifest.
* * * *
To be eternally reborn, to never perish again, you must die to what never was.
* * * *
Through thought and deed, the mystery is discerned.
* * * *
If you understand science and its methodology,
You know it has been proven beyond all doubt that all is one,
And that you are an equal part of that oneness,
Witness to its eternal mystery.
Chapter Sixteen
The lone drop catapulting above the indivisible crashing wave
Entertains the mistaken perception of individuality,
But only until its inevitable return home.
* * * *
Like any other beast with limbs, fins, or wings,
You are a sack of bones that appears to move around.
You have the potential to realize awareness of the indivisible,
But do you have the capacity for discernment, do you have the doubt?
* * * *
Pure eternal awareness is the common ground for all
* * * *
Even just one life, no matter the role played, is an eternal epic.
* * * *
What goes up must come down.
Existence is a statistical mystery.
* * * *
Gaia has always been in absolute and perfect balance.
Disharmony is but consciousness as humanity manifests it.
* * * *
Neither telescopes nor microscopes, nor any other technology,
Will aid your comprehending what this quantum mystery truly is.
* * * *
The mind-body identity ever seeks fulfillment.
It is the intertwining of insatiable desires and trammeling fears.
The quietude of awareness is the oblivion of origin,
Well prior to all mortal trepidations.
* * * *
To spend your existence counting a mound of gold
Is to miss the immeasurable wealth you truly are.
* * * *
About the technical matters of the manifest, you may pretend to know a great deal,
But regarding the source of this mystery, you will never extract a measurable clue.
* * * *
Empires and mountains and galaxies come and go.
The quantum isness indivisibly pervades them all.
* * * *
Do not confuse aloneness with loneliness; the latter is time-bound, the former eternal.
* * * *
All manifest diversity is imagined.
It is but a light show, a sensory illusion,
Masking the indivisible, unassailable unicity.
* * * *
Subject and object are fashioned by the temporal manifestation.
Neither plays itself out without the other in this dualistic weaving.
* * * *
Each and every moment in any ever-changing stage setting
Is cloaked in the mystery you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Dive beneath the choppy waves of the mind's reefs
Into the silent, serene depths of eternal beingness.
* * * *
You are an eternal mixture of clay and gold, both mundane and extraordinary.
* * * *
True meditation is the ending of time, the stillness before time,
Complete and utter surrender, within and without,
To the ever-presentness of Self.
* * * *
It is the indivisible awareness,
The quantum nothingness of eternity,
That is the essence of all things.
* * * *
Quantum is the scientific name for God.
* * * *
Spin the tale on the mystery.
* * * *
Why that which is immortal would choose to experience mortal fare
Is an inexplicable mystery all must fathom at the core of their beingness.
Leftovers Added to “The Return to Wonder”
Chapter One
Here you are, a drop of the grand mystery,
Weighing in as best you can with what tools you have,
Still unable to fathom any who-what-where-when-why-how to it.
What can you do but be here, be now, temporal witness to the dream of time.
* * * *
If it is your calling, your fortune, your kismet, your fate, your destiny,
You will discern the me within you, the you within me, the same me,
The same awareness within and between all things great to small.
* * * *
The world, the universe, the hologram, the matrix, the quantum, call it what you will,
Is in a relentless state of consumption, a constant state of fluctuation,
Unscathed, unchanged, uncaring, all the while.
* * * *
Duality is temporal illusion.
There truly is no other.
Nor was there ever a second.
The real You, has always been, ever is,
And will ever be, number one, first and last, inexplicably so.
* * * *
Remember always that you are the creator of this playful illusion.
When you surrender and journey timelessly prior and beyond birth and death,
There is a growing awareness of the absolute's infinite power within.
A time to be even more wary of Maya's enticing games.
* * * *
Male and female merge in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
In the quiet tempest of goo, two fertile eggs unite.
In the mystery of the woman’s dark womb,
In the eternal stillness before time,
The seed grows, forms into life.
Out comes an organism
Wired for a fate yet unknown
Into a universe of its own conception.
* * * *
Neither resistance nor acceptance will connect you to the ultimate state of awareness.
You must be, allow, embrace, every aspect of consciousness as a whole,
If you are to rediscover the unbound state of the newborn.
Chapter Two
Every moment springing simultaneously anew within the indivisible quantum matrix.
All its concoctions, all its innumerable forms, ever the same source,
Ever the same awareness, ever the same you-ness,
Ever the same boggling mystery.
How astounding this indelible Song of Godness,
This eternal eye gazing out the masks and veils of manifestation.
* * * *
Awareness is the “awakeness” of all living creations,
Of the indivisible quantum matrix, the stardust, come to “life.”
It is the eternal eye of the unknown prior to all manifestation ever-changing,
And whatever dreams they in spontaneous combustion may inspire.
* * * *
In all destinies there is an executioner, an assassin, a slayer,
Ever formed of the earth-air-water-fire of all things here-now ether.
There is no escape for the awareness you are, only an abiding endurance.
Spurn the Fates, they cannot touch you once the shadow of karma loses its hold.
* * * *
Call it what you will – soul, self, cosmos, god, whatever –
You are the awareness, not a dream of consciousness.
* * * *
Identity is the mistaken belief that the awareness you really are
Is at all attached to the sundry attributes of the food-body,
Or the world of appearances through which it renders.
Chapter Three
When the ebbing and flowing of the essence, the quantum fever, subsides,
When foreword is no longer forward, when backward is no longer backward,
When the singular awareness transcends the ever-moving tides of thought,
Where is the me-myself-and-I that believed its imaginary realm so real?
* * * *
Erase all boundaries, burn all flags, discern the common ground of awareness,
And wander your universe unburdened by the differences born of imagination.
* * * *
For consciousness to examine itself, for awareness to become aware of itself,
For the mystery to gaze into the indivisible depths of its mystery,
Is not this the ultimate raison d'être for all creation?
* * * *
How ridiculous it is to believe anyone individual can save anything or anyone,
When in the reality of this kaleidoscoping dream, there is nothing to save.
And even if there were, it would be the matrix-level synergy doing it,
Not some illusory persona wrapped in inflated self-absorption.
* * * *
You are entirely a dream in everyone else’s awareness, and they in yours.
We are all alone together, from this shore to the farthest reaches and beyond.
* * * *
Through all creation, all preservation, all destruction,
The indivisible nothingness of totality reigns absolute.
Chapter Four
Earth, wind, water, fire, quantum ether.
That is all that all of this grand mystery truly is.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Awareness is a very nothing-but-youness.
What is there to think about, really?
* * * *
It can indeed be a long and winding and oft times lonely road
Until you discern the matrix through which all time-bound linear notions wander,
Is, has ever been, will ever be, eternal aloneness unto thy Self.
Chapter Six
Stop pretending to know.
You do not, never did, never will,
And no one else does, did, nor will, either.
Agnostic is the only frank assertion under any sun.
* * * *
What attachment can awareness have to anything?
Only the winds of consciousness fabricates attributes
Of every form, of every hue, of every shade of gray.
* * * *
Light is only discerned through awareness,
And awareness only possible through manifestation
In one form, one dimension, or another.
The possibilities are infinite,
But there is but one source to all.
Chapter Seven
Evaporate the wind-blown clouds of consciousness
That swirl through the awareness you truly are.
Chapter Eight
Through awareness of the other comes awareness of the no other.
Chapter Nine
Whatever bearing you take on this inexplicable mystery,
Whether the all-knowing many-faced version,
Or that all knowledge is fabricated,
Where are you left with the vision offered?
* * * *
What to do when the world and all its vanities no longer moves you,
When thought subsides and the mind is content to reside in awareness.
Chapter Ten
What was the face of God before you were born, what will it be after you die,
But the same faceless, still awareness it has always been
In every timeless here now
Since long before the advent of stardust.
* * * *
None are islands in this finite, temporal, mortal dream of time.
Only in eternal awareness are all worlds, all universes, undone.
* * * *
You can think about this grand mystery in whatever way you wish, or not at all, for all that it matters.
Chapter Eleven
Some get born into pondering such as these, some are found and hijacked into them,
But most of those who investigate the indelible unknown of their own accord
Must discover the way with their own blend of doubt and gumption,
And the many serendipities of the given Yellow Brick Road.
* * * *
Awareness is the only god,
The only dogma, the only shrine, the only idol, the only symbol,
The only truth anyone really needs.
* * * *
You cannot force someone to like you, to give of themselves willingly.
That is of a resonation inspired by an inexplicable dynamic,
A mix of commonalities of mind, body, spirit,
That may even include vibrations at a molecular level.
* * * *
What is any word but a stagnant thing
Without the dynamic of the eternal moment
Beneath the wave upon which it surfs.
* * * *
What does any patterning small to great do
But waft through its tiny slice of matrix
For as long as its shelf life pertains.
Chapter Twelve
The writings of any seers should be called just that: writings, notes, works, books.
Not scriptures, because the definition often implies some sort of authority,
And in when it comes to the unknowable, there is no such thing.
All are inquiring into the same mystery to which all have equal access.
And for anyone to claim any expertise, or some greater connection, is absurd.
* * * *
We are molecular beings inhabiting a molecular universe.
The drug-induced possibilities offered by Eden are many and varied.
How they came to be is ever a question without answer,
Other than to say, “Yay, Team Quantum.”
* * * *
Challenging to let go of vanity when the mind-body duality so inspires it
With the countless delusions that desire and fear fuel in this dream of time.
* * * *
To just completely, absolutely be,
At such a level as to neither assume nor judge,
Is a yogic feat of the highest order.
* * * *
The mortal coil comes into being, grows bright, dims, and expires,
Ever the same quantum essence witnessing its inexplicable nature.
* * * *
There is only one quantum dimension, one quantum matrix, one quantum soul.
Neither within nor without, neither known nor unknown,
Neither here nor there, you are.
* * * *
What will endure, what will emerge, what will reign,
After mammalian life can no longer survive this spinning garden orb
That humankind has through the twists and turns of consciousness forever desecrated?
What great kingdom would you not readily yield for a time machine
To witness Eden play out it magical mystery.
* * * *
To give attention to the ephemeral eternal moment
Is a busy-busy, measuring-measuring mind’s most arduous task.
The imaginary past and its countless projected futures stoke far too much passion
For the quietude of eternity to be allotted its true autonomy.
* * * *
Awareness has no ego, no attributes, no boundaries, whatsoever.
The imagination of consciousness, in all its dualistic notions,
Is sole source, soul proprietor, to that whimsical state.
* * * *
Sacks of shit and piss and bones and goo,
Yup, that is all we are in our inflated game, our vain diversion,
Just the electromagnetic spectrum daily playing out its impromptu theater real and true.
* * * *
What is evolution but the unknowable,
The creation, the preservation, the destruction,
The selecting, the pruning, the thinning, the harvesting,
The ever-changing nature of matter and motion, energy and force,
In the dance, the play, the lila, of eternal space and time.
An indivisible, boundless, quantum billiard table,
With neither beginning nor end nor middle,
Witnessed each and every moment,
In every imaginable way,
By the awareness you truly are.
Chapter Thirteen
Where is the demarcation between the awareness within
And the universe without, but a wall built of imagination.
* * * *
Only in the stillness of eternal life,
Of the awareness prior to all things imagined,
Is there freedom from the myriad vanities of consciousness.
* * * *
The awareness is a formless sea behind the eyes.
The senses inspire consciousness to imagine a vast universe,
But it is no more than a brief dream to which mind every moment yields.
* * * *
Playing a little part in a little play is but a little smidgeon of imagination
Given over to vain notion based on a nature-nurture fiction of quantum design.
* * * *
The universe is a pulsating-vibrating-kaleidoscoping-hologram-matrix-quantum theater
In which you are witness within and without the within and without
That is not, was not, and will never be.
* * * *
What a hungry thing the mind is, consciousness is, the indivisible essence is.
What is all experience but the insatiable consuming itself every moment.
* * * *
The stillness of awareness
Witnesses the clouds of consciousness come and go.
You only think you are the wind.
* * * *
None of it is real, none of it was ever real, none of it will ever be real.
None of it ever more than a kaleidoscoping dream of stardust,
The quantum essence come unto the pretense of life.
* * * *
There are those rare who dwell in the momentary awareness,
Those who dwell in discernment, those who dwell in the eternal mind,
Insight is its own law, neither bowing to authority, nor subscribing to dogma.
* * * *
Is the atheist any less determined not to believe, than the believer is to believe?
So much assertion, so much struggle, so much dwelling on so many this’s and that’s,
For nothing more than vain notion, hollow whimsy, over that which can never be known.
Chapter Fourteen
Just about everything you have ever seen, heard or done
May well be happening somewhere in your world in particular,
Or your imaginary quantum universe in general.
Who knows, who cares?
* * * *
A multi-dimensional tapestry,
Too inexplicable for any but god-minds
To but vaguely comprehend.
* * * *
What is any hell but a veil between awareness
And that which is not, never was, will never be.
* * * *
Hang out in the left brain
When it is all about monkey chatter,
And the right side when stillness has the notion.
* * * *
This universe is merely a temporary theater,
But the you that you really are is real,
Immortal, and free for all eternity.
Chapter Fifteen
What is this world, this universe, this grand mystery,
But a quantum theater born of senses and mind.
Like cotton candy spun of sugary nothingness.
* * * *
Every life form has a unique vision
For the universe, into which they are,
From the formlessness, made manifest.
* * * *
The unknown pervades all.
You are the mystery; the mystery is you.
That which is known is but a bubble of imaginary notion,
A dreamtime play of consciousness, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
However any life form great or small may sense it,
It is ever the same quantum matrix playing its magic.
* * * *
Duality is a fabrication of consciousness.
In reality, there can be only oneness:
All-pervading, all-knowing, ever-present.
The all-in-one-one-in-all quantum awareness.
Chapter Sixteen
The hologram born of imagination is discerned complete
When the awareness you believe a separate you
Fully realizes that its true, ultimate nature
Is the infinite, eternal oneness.
* * * *
Yet another dogmatic, idolatrous, cultish hoax played out as religion.
Why waste any eternal breath attempting to convince others,
Of that which is obvious to those who are not blind?
* * * *
You have pretended it all matters long enough.
Feel free to take a long vacation,
An eternal holiday,
From this theater of the absurd.
* * * *
The passions draw you out into this imaginary world.
Without their hot and cold, you are nothing more
Than the infinite stillness of pure awareness.
* * * *
What a mystery this holographic matrix,
A mirage of space and time,
An imaginary sandbox,
In which all play,
But none truly exist.
* * * *
Totally, completely, absolutely, indivisibly, undeniably,
Soundbites Added to “The Return to Wonder”
Chapter One
You are nothing but a dream of the absolute to fathom its eternal fathomlessness.
Chapter Two
To see, to know, to own, that you are the absolute, manifest, is beyond all imagining.
* * * *
No matter how much you think you know, it is ever a mystery behind the veil.
Leftovers and Soundbites
Transferred to “The Return to Wonder”
from “Breadcrumbs 2019” and All Future Times Beyond
Chapter 250
How many ways there are to cut the eternal pie.
* * * *
A quantum dream no matter how many dimensions.
* * * *
To wrap your mind around the mystery, you must unwrap your mind.
* * * *
Speculation is the root of all inanity.
* * * *
No matter what you believe, it is all speculation.
Chapter 251
… blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah … ad infinitum …
* * * *
Gaia is a dream world of eternity.
* * * *
You are but a brief mortal dream of the immortality of eternity.
* * * *
In the whole mind, awareness is all, thunder perfect.
* * * *
The mind stilled by full attention merges into eternity.
* * * *
Yes, there is eternal life, but it is nothing you think.
* * * *
Of the unknown, nothing can be known.
Chapter 252
Awareness is as close to seeing and being as it gets.
* * * *
What you say, what you do, has absolutely nothing to do,
With what you really are, or with what you really are not.
Chapter 253
The consuming mind is an insatiable thing without the tether of awareness.
* * * *
Imagination is a quantum magic carpet ride through awareness.
Chapter 255
Vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity, except for pure awareness of the eternal kind.
Chapter 256
Die to everything but the awareness you truly are.
Chapter 257
The unknowable unknown is, well, unknowable.
* * * *
Eternity is all, attached to none.
Chapter 258
Mind your own awareness.
Chapter 259
Fill your Self with the absoluteness that transcends the imaginary persona.
* * * *
The roving sun births a new year on this spinning mirage of quantum design.
* * * *
Yet another edifice of mind for eternity to unravel.
Chapter 260
Only in the absoluteness of pure awareness is there an end to relativity.
* * * *
Truth does not exist because the eternal moment it is, is not.
Chapter 261
You are indelibly linked to the mystery of origin; there are no intermediaries.
* * * *
Make awareness the go-to state.
* * * *
The infringement of imagination is an infraction upon your eternal nature.
Chapter 262
There is no other, only you, ethereally eternal, forever present.
* * * *
Awareness is all you are; no was, no will ever be, about it.
Chapter 263
For all eternity, for all time, two very different states of consciousness.
* * * *
Sand is gold and gold is sand in the indivisible dust storm of eternity.
* * * *
Drift alone, sovereign, indivisible, free of all constraints.
Chapter 264
Consciousness measures, awareness streams.
* * * *
Consciousness ebbs and flows; awareness streams.
* * * *
Eternity does not care.
* * * *
Ethereal awareness, ephemeral consciousness.
* * * *
To live as if it is not happening,
To abide in the emptiness of eternity,
Is the every-moment challenge of any seer.
Chapter 265
The mystery is its own teacher, its own student.
* * * *
Are you this earthly, temporal, finite, mortal body?
Are you that of which this body is made?
Or are you that which is prior to all form and context,
Prior to consciousness and its innumerable channels of speculation.
Prior even to that inexplicable awareness by which all dreams of time are perceived.
Chapter 266
What part of awareness alone are you not tracking?
* * * *
We are all the same mystery from every get-go.
* * * *
Eternity is closer than you think.
Chapter 267
And what of that state between agony and ecstasy where only awareness remains.
* * * *
The truth of awareness awaits your discernment.
* * * *
Is it an electromagnetic spectrum? An electromagnetic matrix? Or anything at all?
* * * *
You are the quantum mystery playing hide and seek with its Self.
Home base is not as far as you might think.
Ollie-ollie-oxen-free!
* * * *
Beneath the open mask of any newborn,
The untainted awareness, the untrammeled path,
The uncarved block, the tabula rasa, the stillness of eternity.
Chapter 268
The only absolute is absoluteness itself.
* * * *
Eternity is no more than a heartbeat away.
* * * *
You are the mystery.
* * * *
The movement that is; the stillness that is not.
Chapter 269
You are the mystery personified.
Chapter 270
To call it the heart of awareness is not about some willy-nilly emotional state.
* * * *
The mystery is all.
Chapter 271
The mystery born in you, was born in me, too.
* * * *
The nothing of now, across the board, for all eternity.
* * * *
Awareness has no reality but through timeless attention.
* * * *
How can you imagine any speculation but less true?
Chapter 272
The mystery born anew, born you.
* * * *
The fog of consciousness masks the eternal awareness, and time plays on.
* * * *
Another day, same mystery.
* * * *
The mystery wakes up to another day.
Chapter 273
Watch and wait each and every eternal moment that full attention allows.
* * * *
Give full attention to the present upon which awareness sheds its light.
* * * *
Quantum this.
* * * *
The quantum matrix born of a quantum mind is a figment of time.
Chapter 274
Pure awareness is neither smile nor frown.
* * * *
Infinity, what is that anyway?
* * * *
The quantum source abides all.
Chapter 275
Absolute power does not corrupt the absolute.
* * * *
The mystery is but a mystery is but a mystery.
* * * *
Look to your awareness to see the truth of you in all.
Chapter 276
Embrace the aloneness, embrace the sovereignty, embrace the infinity.
Chapter 277
You are the quantum breeze.
Leftovers and Soundbites Transferred
to “The Return to Wonder” from “Breadcrumbs 2018”
Chapter 279
The least common denominator
Is the pure awareness you truly are,
That source that abides all dreams as one.
* * * *
Speculation is not knowing.
* * * *
Consciousness is slathered in soot of the quantum kind.
Chapter 280
What is the world, the universe, but a quantum dream ever consuming itself.
* * * *
It is only in the finite that infinity can frolic.
* * * *
Infinitesimal, finite, infinite, what difference, really?
* * * *
The quantum rhapsody must be played alone.
* * * *
To be absolute, or not to be absolute, that is the question.
Chapter 281
The mystery is like a matryoshka doll without the matryoshka doll.
* * * *
Discern the awareness where measurement means nothing.
Chapter 282
There appear to be many mysteries, but ultimately there is only one Mystery.
* * * *
Consciousness is but a subset of awareness.
* * * *
The whole of consciousness is but a quantum-neural storm playing time.
* * * *
What are the vanities, power and fame and fortune, but distractions
From the source of all that is mystery, all that is unknown, all that is eternal.
The impenetrable, ineffaceable, indivisible awareness that is timelessly ever-present.
Chapter 283
There is only one mystery in this dreamtime; one mystery with many faces.
* * * *
Perfect stillness, perfect Self.
* * * *
The universe without is but a reflection of the one within, as infinite as it is infinitesimal.
* * * *
All politics is but rhetoric; do not seek truth in the abyss between two or more.
* * * *
Big Bang or Big Speculation?
* * * *
Your sovereignty is the quantum source within.
* * * *
However immeasurable the universe and all its creations,
It ever begins with the eternal awareness you are right now.
Soundbites Transferred to “The Return to Wonder”
from “Breadcrumbs” (Chapters 301, 302, 303)
Chapter 283
There is only awareness, everything else is babble.
* * * *
Why judge the infinity of possibilities that You your Self are?
* * * *
Happiness is in the unassailable awareness within each and every eternal moment.
* * * *
Sip eternity’s infinite elixer.
Chapter 285
The grace of eternal life is in each and every breath, each and every step.
* * * *
Every set of eyes a witness to a dream of awareness playing out consciousness.
* * * *
A full breath is the charioteer of the stillness so absolute.
Chapter 286
A pathless path as clear as awareness its Self.
* * * *
Harmony is in every streaming moment, the only now there has ever really been.
Chapter 287
What does it mean, eternity begins when you die?
Chapter 288
Undying, this eternal mind born of time.
Chapter 290
Each of us wandering our own infinite universe,
Creating for others to discern what they choose.
* * * *
The manifest world is but a temporal quantum dream,
Which all inhabit and play out as their nature demands.
* * * *
No matter how much you believe you know,
It is merely bits and pieces of a dream unknown.
* * * *
Merge into the awareness of consciousness,
And what duality can there possibly be?
Chapter 291
The play of quantum ether.
* * * *
Pretty darned amazing, this seemingly endless mystery to which you are witness.
* * * *
Merge into the awareness of consciousness, and what duality can there possibly be?
* * * *
The relativity of all things is immeasurable.
Chapter 292
How has all this come about, a mystery that has no answer.
Chapter 293
Attain the immeasurable richness of the complete and utter simplicity within.
Chapter 294
Bliss is the eternal orgasm.
* * * *
Equanimity is the eternal balance between body, mind, heart and Soul.
* * * *
Awareness is the nectar of the beingness.
Chapter 295
Only in awareness are you immortal.
Chapter 296
You are awareness caught up in a sensory dream.
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Quantum menagerie.
Chapter 297
Introspection, eternally pointless.
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So infinite as to be both impossible and plausible.
Chapter 299
What a mystery Eden; a shame we did not treat it with much more respect.
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Breathe in, breath out, eternal life, now.
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Do not call it anything, just be alone in the awareness prior to consciousness.