Leftovers
When were you born?
When you exited your mother’s womb?
When you were conceived by the union of sperm and egg?
When the etchings of life first began in some long, long ago primordial puddle?
When the quantum mystery first began forming into the universe?
And what makes you so sure you were ever born at all?
What makes you so sure you are anything more
Than an imaginary dream of mind?
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Why have you never even once seen your face,
And how many ever-changing faces do you really have
Across the indivisibility of your quantum infinity?
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There are consequences to action or lack of action.
There are consequences to yes, to no, to maybe.
There are consequences to every turn of the card,
To every roll of the dice, to every spin of the wheel.
Every cause becomes effect, every effect becomes cause.
Creation becomes destruction, destruction becomes creation.
There is no end to the kaleidoscoping wheel of quantum persuasion,
But through awareness that eternity is but an unending ephemeral moment.
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What to do when meaning and purpose have lost their sheen, their raison d'être?
Examining the writings of seers and philosophers across all time and space,
It can be seen there is naught but arbitrary rhyme and reason to the many conclusions,
So the answer is, as is so often the case in the vain ways of the monkey-mind: Whatever amuses you.
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The universe without is confabulated by the machinations of the universe within.
A quantum tapestry; the cotton candy of imagination spun from practically nothing.
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The awareness requires no self-imagery, whatsoever.
All notions of any identity, any self, immortal or otherwise,
Are nothing more than the perpetual ramblings of consciousness,
Of ever-churning imagination playing, pretending, deluding itself real.
Neuron trails blazing away this way and that, coining illusion out of nothing.
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Meditation is its own goalless goal.
A tuning into the timelessness of time.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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There is only one eternal moment,
And it is ever the prior-to-consciousness awareness
Of the ephemeral right-here-right-now.
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Imaginary universe.
Imaginary world.
Imaginary you.
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Behavior codes are as whimsical as dress codes.
To be constrained by any limited mode of thinking
Is but the conditioning of a mind imprisoned in time.
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What is never born never dies.
Only consciousness endures the illusion of birth and death and life between.
Only awareness is timelessly, immortally changeless.
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The subtlety of truth is that it can never be grasped in any way imaginable,
Because it is prior to time, prior to space, prior to consciousness.
Utterly, indivisibly, timelessly, flawlessly absolute.
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What are you but immortal awareness,
Encased, ensnared, in a corporal container,
Playing out a temporal meme born of imagination.
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Life goes on; there is no stopping it.
Facades and names change, narratives change,
But is ever the same on and on and on,
As timeless as it is time-bound.
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The dreamer is the dream.
The dream is the dreamer.
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Behind the illusory mask,
Behind the imaginary character,
A space, an emptiness, ever unknowable.
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When sensory-mind surrenders to the ever-present awareness,
The world, the universe, as it is imagined, disappears into a timelessness,
And the senses simply function as the un-translated, un-rendered dreammakers they are.
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Those who contemplate thoughts of this nature
Are drawn to discerning and exploring the singularity
In whatever way their nature-nurture dreamtime has in store.
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History is process, and process repeats its patterns, but never goes back.
Square one is a long ago before the ever-after of time was ever conceived.
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Consciousness does not easily give over its delusional dreamtime
To the quietude of its original nature, of its timeless awareness,
In which it hither-thither vainly moves like clouds in the sky.
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Awareness is aware of every point and particle of the manifest dreamtime.
It is aware of every kaleidoscoping matrix quantum moment throughout all eternity.
The many creations it omnisciently witnesses are aware of it only rarely, if ever.
To awaken to the awareness, the indelible mystery within and without,
To wander through the reverie, conscious of the omniscience,
Is a center stage role available to all, but offered to few.
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People come and go in your existence in every imaginable way, from tepid to sweet to bitter.
The brew can be intoxicating or depressing, memorable or scarcely remembered,
But all contribute to your frame of reference, your wily bag of tricks,
Your memories ranging from passionate to indifferent,
From affection to mourning to loathing.
The swirl of thoughts in your mind is but a dream,
But how you perceive it, how you comprehend it, is how you roll.
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Never too late to expand that self-absorbed horizon,
That frame of reference, that perspective born of limitation,
To which so many so narcissistically, hedonistically, mindlessly cling.
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Awareness is the unknowable source of all intelligence.
Creation is but the sequential means of its eternal quantum potential
For dreaming whatever its kaleidoscoping matrix of a mystery has in no-mind store.
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Curious so many believe Jesus is going to save them
When he could not even manage to save himself as more than a myth.
Besides which, every living thing already has eternal life,
So what is there to save, what is there to lose?
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Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
And however it may unfold, if you are contemplating such as this,
Your fate may well be to be an unfathomable eye of the unfolding dream.
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The irony and paradox of eternal life is that the living is in the dying.
So obvious, so clear, guileless, as to be unintelligible
To all but the most astute eye and ear.
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The world, the cosmos, will consume your body, your mind, your dream, as it does everything else.
The real you, however, is eternally immortal, indivisible, untouched, ever aware.
It is That which is never born, That which never dies.
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Any cosmos is indifferent to its myriad dreams, yours included.
The truth is that only imagination cares, only imagination bothers.
Your existence is a joke, an absurdity, to which the most sober response
Is a great dollop of irony and doubt, especially toward your fictional persona.
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The true believer, no matter the belief, is caught in the web of space and time,
And can never perceive that the meme is but a dream.
Freedom is but a word.
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No one has ever, could ever, see it the way you have.
Your aloneness is very much equal to all the aloneness
Every other sentient being has ever, or will ever endure.
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The joy of aging is spending more and more time
Dealing with all the consequences of whatever you have done
With your very unfathomable, very time-bound, very timeless dreamtime.
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Every sentient creature,
Each very much timelessly alone,
Suffers existence in its own very unique way.
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Awareness is not at all concerned with what part it is given, or for how long.
It will witness, without attachment, whatever way the winds of nature-nurture blow.
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To perceive the human paradigm
As anything more than a temporal fabrication of vanity,
Is to miss the indivisible, unblemished, immortal awareness permeating all eternity.
The illusory quantum dreamtime is but a means to all the endings
That are harvested from all the beginnings,
None of which ever really truly even once happened.
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The world, the universe, seemingly offers every imaginable distraction
To seduce hungry minds away from discerning the mystery permeating all creation.
Perhaps a rare few are not enticed at all, and others awaken only after a long and winding quests,
But most are adrift in the labyrinth of greed for their entire dream of space and time,
Gorging in every conceivable way to fill the emptiness that cannot be filled.
Racing to their mortal ends still ravenous for more, more, more.
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59 Moments to Me, My Self, and I
59 Moments to Truth or Consequences
59 Moments to Diddly-Squat
59 Moments to Okey-Dokey
59 Moments to Eternity
59 Moments to Oblivion
59 Moments to Laissez-Faire
59 Moments to Mystery
59 Moments to So It Goes
59 Moments to Fearlessness
59 Moments to Timelessness
59 Moments to Truth
59 Moments to Born Anew
59 Moments to Nirvana
59 Moments to Passé
59 Moments to Godlessness
59 Moments to God
59 Moments to Rationalism
59 Moments to Existentialism
59 Moments to Annihilation
59 Moments to Common Sense
59 Moments to Discernment
59 Moments to Critical Thinking
59 Moments to Gumption
59 Moments to Grit
59 Moments to Resourcefulness
59 Moments to Imagination
59 Moments to Inventiveness
59 Moments to Creativity
59 Moments to Wit
59 Moments to History
59 Moments to Born Again
59 Moments to Ingenuity
59 Moments to Enterprise
59 Moments to Reality
59 Moments to Absurdity
59 Moments to Humility
59 Moments to Hopelessness
59 Moments to Minimalism
59 Moments to Evermore
59 Moments to Hedonism
59 Moments to Discipline
59 Moments to Narcissism
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Buddha
59 Moments to Null and Void
59 Moments to Emptiness
59 Moments to Nothingness
59 Moments to Now
59 Moments to Here
59 Moments to Here Now
59 Moments to Negation
59 Moments to Anarchy
59 Moments to Skepticism
59 Moments to Cynicism
59 Moments to Pessimism
59 Moments to Doubt
59 Moments to Nihilism
59 Moments to Bullshit
59 Moments to Om
59 Moments to Quantum
59 Moments to Abyss
59 Moments to Agnostic
59 Moments to Atheism
59 Moments to Freethinking
59 Moments to Belief
59 Moments to Death
59 Moments to Eternal Life
59 Moments to Nonbelief
59 Moments to Illusion
59 Moments to Delusion
59 Moments to Matrix
59 Moments to Craving
59 Moments to Satisfaction
59 Moments to Contentment
59 Moments to Immortality
59 Moments to Solitude
59 Moments to No Other
59 Moments to Detachment
59 Moments to Singularity
59 Moments to Totality
59 Moments to Absoluteness
59 Moments to Indivisibility
59 Moments to Success
59 Moments to Failure
59 Moments to Happiness
59 Moments to Sorrow
59 Moments to Joy
59 Moments to Oneness
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Infinity
59 Moments to Infinitesimalibility
59 Moments to Peace
59 Moments to Freedom
59 Moments to the Beyond the Pale
59 Moments to Perfection
59 Moments to Imperfection
59 Moments to Tranquility
59 Moments to Bliss
59 Moments to Meditation
59 Moments to Contemplation
59 Moments to Acuteness
59 Moments to Obtuseness
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Perdition
59 Moments to Brahman
59 Moments to Samadhi
59 Moments to the End of Time
59 Moments to the Beginning of Time
59 Moments to the Success in Failure
59 Moments to the Failure in Success
59 Moments to Future-Past
59 Moments to Serendipity
59 Moments to Dharma
59 Moments to Artha
59 Moments to Karma
59 Moments to Moksha
59 Moments to Go
59 Moments to Dreamtime
59 Moments to Pause
59 Moments to Stop
59 Moments to Separation
59 Moments to Unity
59 Moments to By Golly
59 Moments to the Great Pfft!
59 Moments to Manifest Destiny
59 Moments to Unmanifest Destiny
59 Moments to the End Before All Beginnings
59 Moments to the Beginning After all Ends
59 Moments to Ad Infinitum
59 Moments to Et Cetera
59 Moments … To Be Continued
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You are the mystery, eternally infinite, indelible, alone.
All else, all other, all new, all old, all anything, all everything,
Are but imaginary notions, no matter how seemingly real and true.
Time and space are but illusion fashioned by the sensory quantum mind.
This ever-present, ever-motionless, unborn-undying moment, is all there truly is.
All experience, all knowledge, all rumination, is ultimately but an inconsequential dream.
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Even the most subtle words, the most intricate explanations, cannot encapsulate reality,
For that which is indivisible is prior to all things born of the imaginary mind.
It is only in the prior-to-consciousness awareness of the no-mind,
In which the earnest seeker of truth can find solace.
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The ego, the id, the superego, the character, the persona, the self – call it what you will –
Is nothing more than the sum of imagination’s attachments to all the memories, all the perceptions,
All the recordings in which it harbors, the frame of reference to which it invariably clings.
The echoing that plays over and over as identity, as individuality, as exceptional.
The inexplicable saga born of evolution, the I-am-this-I-am-not-that,
In which the human paradigm perpetually finds fusion.
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What you are is a quantum configuration.
What could possibly be real or true about that?
Is a statue carved of marble the statue or the marble?
Enjoy the magical mystery tour as best you may,
But try to remember, at least occasionally,
A dream is all it is, was, will ever be,
In the indivisibility of eternity.
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If there is truly is no other,
If it truly is naught but a dream,
What part of it is there to experience?
What part of it is there to connect?
What part of it is there to save?
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The no-mind is a state of awareness, a state of perfect detachment,
In which the sensory illusion timelessly kaleidoscopes with nary a trace.
It is a state prior to consciousness, a state prior to all creation, all destruction.
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Civilizations across all times, all geographies,
Have been established upon every imaginable assumption.
None have long withstood the countless trials, the continuous friction,
With which they have been every moment berated and battered by consciousness.
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All this knowledge that humankind has fabricated,
All these words, all these numbers, all these notes, all these whatever,
The challenge is to stir them all together, blend them into their quantum indivisibility,
And discern the illusionary matrix in which they timelessly dance.
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That which is prior to consciousness is also prior to physics.
The quantum theater is but a kaleidoscoping show of light and sound.
Much ado weaving through the timeless spacelessness of ever-present awareness.
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What is the worship of one deity or another,
But the great dread’s attempt to grasp, to contain,
The indivisible, the nothingness, the emptiness, the void,
With the exceedingly hollow hope for more.
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What domino or combination of dominos will trigger the collapse?
Will it be natural cause: solar flare, comet, volcanic eruption, climate change?
Will it be human cause: overpopulation and shortages of food, water, and other resources,
Biospheric breakdown, pandemic, economic or technological collapse, nuclear or biological holocaust?
How interesting it would be to have that fictional time machine.
Meanwhile, speculation abounds.
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Being the moment is effortless awareness.
Imagination ever clings to its own creation, its own illusion.
Let go everything, forget everything, rest alone in the timelessness you truly are.
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Is the journey to eternity a long and winding road,
Or merely the right-here-right-now of this ever-present moment?
Consciousness or awareness, you choose.
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What is release but letting go of everything imagined and merely being.
It is the first and last freedom; it is the one and only freedom.
It is the immaculate awareness prior to consciousness:
Tranquil, limitless, sentient, mindful, absolute.
That which is prior to birth and death,
Prior to space, prior to time.
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Pay very close attention.
Enjoy it, endure it, as ye may.
Time passes very, very immediately,
Always materializing brand spanking new
In the very right here, very right now.
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Pay attention to the kaleidoscoping moment.
Endure and enjoy this brief dream as best ye may.
Time does not exist, but passes very quickly.
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For anyone who runs out of agenda, who runs out of meaning and purpose,
What else is there to do but return to the sanctity of the timeless beingness,
The solitary awareness, the indivisibility of totality, that is witness within.
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If you run or stand or sit or lie absolutely present in the here now,
Unattached to, unburdened by, any thoughts, any things,
Breathing in, breathing out, in perfect awareness,
The nothing more, the nothing less, the nothing but,
You will realign with the simplicity, the grace, the harmony,
The indivisible, the eternal virtuousness that nature every moment is.
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Every time you awaken from a long night’s peaceful slumber, or even a pithy siesta,
Your nature-nurture frame of reference reimagines its temporal rendering of the cosmos,
A quantum mystery that has churned quite efficiently, quite effortlessly, while you were absent.
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Nature is permeated with an eternal grace
That consciousness through knowing can never attain.
Only in full awakening and surrender to the underlying awareness,
Can any ever realign with the ultimate reality upon which all creation functions.
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Self is awareness, awareness is Self.
Timeless, indivisible, unborn-undying, pristine, absolute.
Entirely indifferent to, completely untouched by, any and all imaginary fabrications.
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Such is the fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable quantum nature of eternity,
That the senses forever lull all but the most judicious minds
Into a hypnotic state of unavoidable delusion.
Surely as indelibly binding as the instinctual patterning
Of any other creature this ineffable garden orb has ever fashioned.
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How is it that humankind has not clearly embraced
An infinite vision of that which many call God?
A vision that includes anything, everything.
A holistic vision that includes even you.
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How clearly you discern Self
Depends how absolutely you can detach,
How far you can stand back, how deep you can dive.
The heart of awareness is a very still state.
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The lotus blossoms alone, sovereign, absolute.
Be a lotus.
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Such is fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable nature of eternity’s quantum play,
That the senses ever hypnotize the deluded mind into believing it all real and true.
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Timeless awareness is continually usurped by time-bound imagination.
Awareness is now, awareness is undying, awareness is eternal life.
Imagination is the dream of past and future, imagination is eternal death.
Knowledge and identification are artificial, knowledge and identification are dead.
To exist in the present, to exist unequivocally, to exist eternally, one must forget everything.
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Despite all the zeroes to which scientists and engineers subscribe,
Only illusions that quantum allows to be measured are measurable.
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You do not exist as anything but a temporal figment of imagination.
You are an invention of a neuron trail evolved of an indivisible mystery,
To which all genesis is nothing more than illusion from quantum square one.
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Imagination is the usurper of perpetual, everlasting, undying eternal life,
It has created time and contrived mind into every permutation of Self, imaginable.
It has woven light and sound into arbitrary meaning, and deified shimmer and vibration.
It has commandeered truth, and interminably manipulated it into deceit after deceit after deceit.
And nature, alas, poor nature, so many crimes in every way, so many crimes to every end.
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Consciousness is ever fabricating one imaginary more-more-more or another.
Whether tangible or intangible, the indivisible quantum space and time matrix-theater
Can never be more than a kaleidoscoping light and sound show,
No matter the claim, no matter the assertion.
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What else could anything else be but you in yet another form.
Whatever the size and shape of that which is indivisible,
There is, has never been, will never be, any other.
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Call it worry, call it stress, call it anxiety,
Call it dread, call it fear, call it panic, call it terror, call it horror,
It all comes about because your circumstance is mesmerized, your situation is immobilized,
By the evolutionary nature-nurture context of the given mind-body.
Fear finds no harbor in pure awareness.
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Consciousness is but a dream of awareness,
Played out in a mortal-quantum-space-time-sensory-mind-body.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
You are now.
You are awareness.
You are unborn-undying.
You are That I Am.
* * * *
The entire human drama
Is nothing more than mundane quantum fiction.
A fact that will be proven to no one as soon as the last human standing falls down.
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Any belief system that promotes dualistic notion is pure delusion,
And deserves absolutely no consideration, no argument, no regard, whatsoever.
Truth is indivisible, and any division, any boundary, is nothing more than human nonsense.
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The challenge is letting go of the cacophony ever playing out in our aloneness.
We spend so much time questing the most unadorned reality the mystery has to offer,
Yet there it is: the awareness, the witness, the enigma, peering out from behind every mask.
What need for religion? What need for spirituality? What need for belief, faith, prayer, scripture?
What need for heavens and hells and purgatories, deities and demons, mythologies, icons, sacraments?
What need for messiahs, saints, priesthoods, traditions, superstitions, caste systems, groupthinks?
What need for philosophies, dogmas, ethics, laws, principles, doctrines, idols, mystic powers?
What need for cathedrals, temples, shrines, holy places, titles, hierarchies, dress codes?
What need for dualistic or non-dualistic concepts, or any light or sound shows?
Why worship what you are? Eternity is right here right now, timeless.
Merely being the awareness is all there is: You are it, it is you.
Anything less is nothing more than the trickster mind
Playing its more-more-more imagination game.
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Brush away the many artifices of mind, of consciousness,
And what is left but uncontaminated awareness.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Pretty rough being born on either end of any spectrum.
Rich or poor, famous or unknown, powerful or powerless.
All have their variations, their permutations, their gyrations.
There is no existence without trials and tribulations,
But the middle deviations of any bell curve
Generally offer more moderate consequences.
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In the constant tug of war between consciousness and awareness,
Sometimes you see clearly, sometimes you do not.
So it goes, dust off, move on.
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Awareness is the timeless, spaceless, right here, right now, eternal moment,
Which human consciousness, ever strives to define or explain or categorize or analyze
Or evaluate or capture or predict or limit or expand or mythologize, in every way imagination allows.
You are inexorably drawn into the delusionary morass of the illusion inspired by the senses.
The indefinable is indefinable; what is not obvious, not unequivocal, about that?
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Thought is a transitory interloper of eternity.
Space-time is but a distracting illusion of consciousness.
An evolutionary hiccup in the unwritten chronicles
Of the quantum mystery’s pathless nature.
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To allow inner peace to fully spread its wings,
To let go all the cravings, all the fears,
What a precious gift to Self,
And why not?
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It is the mind no longer enticed by the sensory paradigm,
Done with the dreamtime fabrications of imagination,
That returns to the immaculate eternal awareness
That it is … has always been … will ever be.
* * * *
The Faceless One is the one who looks within
And unequivocally perceives the indivisibility of all creation.
The one who pierces through all illusion, through all space, through all time,
And logically, rationally, without doubt, discerns there is no other.
* * * *
What is temporal consciousness but a contraction,
A wrinkle, an oscillation, an ebb-and-flow, a once-in-a-while, a now-and-again,
In the immaculate, immeasurable, ever-present awareness.
* * * *
An unfathomable whodunit, an unfathomable whatdunit,
An unfathomable wheredunit, an unfathomable whendunit,
An unfathomable whydunit, an unfathomable howdunit,
Inexplicably, insolubly, impenetrably come to life.
An unfathomable nodunit all the while.
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The indivisible-timeless-changeless is the only reality.
It never happened if it does not happen every moment.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, all form, all light, all shadow,
Is but a temporal perception of the mind born of mystery,
In which the quantum ground every moment seamlessly weaves
An ever-changing eternal tapestry of creation-preservation-destruction.
An eternal play to which you are center-stage witness in every form imaginable.
* * * *
Human beings have five senses dialed into their central processing unit.
Even if there were more or less, it would only expand or lessen the perception
Of an always timeless, always temporal, always illusory holographic dream of time.
* * * *
You woke up again this morning with the same mind-body as yesterday.
Same thoughts, same gender, same language, same surroundings,
Same programming, same self-imagery, same appetites, same endorphins.
Mesmerized, you suited up, put on the game face, and stepped out into your dream.
* * * *
How can a dream, as tangible, as substantial as it may seem, ever be measured?
Even science, incisive as it for all practical purposes appears to be,
Is ultimately little more than another fallacious creed.
The mystery is the mystery is the mystery,
Eternally inscrutable,
No matter how penetrating the mind.
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What to do today: Watch, listen, taste, smell, feel,
Whatever light and sound the fairy dust of the mystery may churn,
And try not to get all wrapped up in the mind’s hobbling propensity for desire and fear.
Let go all you think you know, and just be the awareness you truly are.
* * * *
The mind is a ravenous creature,
And the awareness you truly, timelessly are,
Must discern the wisdom of self-control to reign it well.
* * * *
What has been, has always been, and not been.
What will be, will always be, and not be.
All nothing more than quantum essence come to life,
Playing out an ever-streaming, temporal dream of space and time.
* * * *
Right now … What are you seeing and hearing and tasting and smelling and feeling?
What are the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose, the skin, but sensors of the carbon-based kind.
What is real, and what is not real … And need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
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Suicide is about being done with your universe and all the vanities,
All the agonies and ecstasies you have played out in its quantum dreamtime.
The means is merely what you have inclination toward and access to.
However you choose do it, and with whatever quality of mind,
Whether passionate or pragmatic, you choose to do it,
The oblivion is the same, the oblivion is the point.
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What a dream this whole friggin’ so-called existence has been.
Nothing more than an ethereal, kaleidoscoping, three-dimensional, touchy-feely,
Subjective, arbitrary, haphazard, space and time matrix,
Quantum mirage of a dream.
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Call it by whatever moniker slathered in dogma that you will: God, Yahweh, Allah, Brahman, Tao, Buddha, Akal Purakh, Almighty, Soul, Self, Universe, Mystery, Et Cetera, Whatever.
It fashioned you of its inexplicable, indivisible, beyond-all-pales essence
That you might one day discover that it is you, and you are it.
It is, therefore you are; you are, therefore it is.
One in the same; the same in one.
There is no duality,
And no dogma is required.
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Brand it, play it spiritual if you feel the need,
But the freedom, the liberation of pure awareness,
Is really just being the timeless here-now you ever are.
It is prior to all conceptions, all theatrics born of imagination.
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So many distractions, so many smokescreens, so many mirages, so many reflections ,
So many interruptions, diversions, desperations, disruptions, commotions,
Disturbances , interferences, entertainments, hobbies, pastimes,
Amusements, recreations, anxieties, bewilderments,
Confusions, agitations, troubles, upsets,
Cover-ups, concealments,
Covers, camouflages, screens, masks,
Blinds, decoys, red herrings, disguises, likenesses,
Facades, considerations, indications, signs, musings, replications,
Reproductions, thoughts, figments, contemplations, deliberations, echoes, images,
Manifestations, ruminations, suggestions, expressions, evidences, illusions, visions, signals, fantasies,
So many delusions, so many hallucinations, so many phantasms, so many imaginings,
So much anything, so much everything, all of which keep you from seeing
How empty and meaningless this dream ultimately truly is.
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In the ultimate state, you have nothing to do with any of it.
Nothing to do with your temporal reverie of time,
Nothing to do with your illusory little self,
Nothing to do with your corporeal flesh and bones cadaver,
Nothing to do with what was never you or yours in any way, any shape, any form.
* * * *
What is truth? What is Self? What is awakening? What is enlightenment? What is liberation?
What is insight? What is illumination? What is satori? What is nirvana? What is moksha?
What is joy? What is bliss? What is ecstasy? What is rapture? What is love? What is heaven?
But conjecture, speculation, hearsay, rumor, theory, until you perchance find your Self here now.
* * * *
Give all its due, and its do.
There can be no existence without action.
For the manifest dance to play out in the grand indivisibility,
The space-time continuum every moment maintains a precise, meticulous, inflexible reckoning
Of accounts receivable and accounts payable across the entire universe and beyond,
An accounting that cannot be undone, no matter how intrepid the player.
* * * *
The one is not without the other; the other is not without the one.
It takes two, who knows how many more, to tango a dreamtime ball.
* * * *
All ever-streaming, ever-kaleidoscoping dynamics,
All the beyond-counting causes and effects, effects and causes,
All the influences, all the elements, all the circumstances, all the features,
All the factors, parts, aspects, issues, things, considerations, components, motivations,
That have led to this point in this dreamy mirage of space and time,
Will never be, even by speculation, known.
Boggling and beyond.
* * * *
Physics is all, and all is physics.
The cosmos is a precise, harmonic, mathematical expression,
Created of an impenetrable, indelible, indivisible mystery, a dynamic prior to consciousness,
That cannot for even one moment be undone by any of its creations.
* * * *
Self is without persona or attachment,
Without need or longing, without timeline or itinerary,
Without meaning or purpose, without like or dislike, without desire or fear,
Without any notion or inkling or concern or perception, whatsoever.
* * * *
The newborn knows nothing of the agonies and ecstasies of world,
Until the conditioning winds of the given context
Slowly imprint its reality
Into the dream of the given mind-body.
* * * *
Believe any who-what-where-when-why-how you will,
There is no supreme divinity out there choreographing your every move.
You are nothing more than eternal awareness, very much alone,
Playing out a temporal, mortal dream of consciousness.
Navigating it free of all claims is the challenge.
* * * *
What does any mountaintop care for what is beneath it?
What does any seafloor care for what is above it?
Up and down are but illusions of gravity,
The reality of quantum physics,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Are the ethereal dreams that stream in sleep really any more or less real
Than the three-dimensional ones that kaleidoscope so exactly while awake?
* * * *
Every mind’s universe offers an endless variety of adventures and misadventures.
The choices made every moment will harvest every variety of consequence,
Which will ever navigate to new choices with new consequences.
It is a timeless, perpetual kaleidoscoping, until one moment Death appears,
And the dream merges back into the quantum indivisibility in which it has ever danced.
* * * *
What are so-called good and evil
But relative states of self-absorption, imaginary all the while.
Different states of consciousness founded on different values, different frames of reference.
None of which are in any way lasting or meaningful in the eye of awareness.
* * * *
Maybe if even just one other species on this whirling dreamtime orb,
Concocted one creed, one dogma or another, about some supreme being,
Would such absurd thoughts be worth giving even an iota of consideration?
* * * *
The truth of awareness, the truth of what you truly are,
Is the ever-present reality awaiting your untarnished discernment.
Mindsets across this dream world may point to it, may ascribe many dogmas to it,
But none in any way have any ownership of it, or of your direct perception of its indelible mystery.
You are indeed very much alone in your inquiry into the essential, immortal nature.
Put behind any who would deny, any who would limit your quest.
* * * *
Every new day begins with the mind’s slumbering dream-state churning into its waking version,
In which it re-concocts its imaginary perception of its world, of its universe,
Evoked by the conditioning of its nature-nurture mirage.
The dream-state into which you awoke at age two,
Is not the dream-state you awoke to at age ten or fifteen or thirty,
Nor will it, can it, ever be same at any age before Charon arrives to collect his coin.
You are but a dreamer dreaming, and that reverie, no matter how real or true you believe it to be,
Is ultimately nothing more than the momentary cotton candy of time-bound imagination.
* * * *
It is in the stillness of the pure awareness within that you will discern true Self.
The outward show is but time-bound, sensory-based, illusory distraction
From the indivisibility that transcends all beginnings, all endings.
* * * *
There is no time.
No time to be attached, no time to be detached.
The space-time continuum and all its appearances are but a kaleidoscoping illusion,
Of which the sensory mind-body partakes but a sliver of its mystery,
And that only artifice tainted further by delusion.
* * * *
This manifest quantum theater is no less a dream than any nocturnal dream
Merely because you are seeing it, hearing it, tasting it, smelling it, touching it,
Or perceiving it in any other fashion the temporal sensory-mind might allow.
* * * *
A mind free of false problems
Is clear and spacious and vigilant awareness.
It is on the you that you really truly are to change, to evolve.
Gaia is but a brief distraction, an absorbing illusion, nothing more, nothing less.
* * * *
What is death but the end of a nature-nurture manifest dream.
The end of attachment to consciousness, to imagination,
Which is really nothing more than a neural thunderstorm
That beguiles awareness into believing the sensory theater real.
* * * *
All histories are about perspective; none ever exactly the same.
From whatever vantage any me-myself-and-I is viewing the battlefield,
Every world, every universe, is a unique snowflake entirely born of imagination.
* * * *
Good and evil are but human inventions
That could never exist in the ultimate indivisible quantum reality.
Theatrical pretenses of consciousness, at best.
* * * *
For at least brief stretches of time every once and awhile,
Both within and without, subdue all thought, refrain from all wordplay.
Let the temporal, imaginary self, go, and just be the ever-present awareness you truly are.
Call it meditation, call it contemplation, call it whatever sound you please.
Sit, stand, recline, walk, sprint, dance; it does not matter.
No need to formalize that which has no form.
Just do it.
* * * *
No one can ever be as absorbed with another’s dream
Anywhere near as much they are with their own.
How far, how deep, how wide, that narcissistic synergy radiates,
Every streaming moment weaves the imaginary tapestry of the human paradigm.
* * * *
How many polarizations the human drama seems able to foster
Is likely as all but infinite as the synergy of any given mindscape.
* * * *
You are in truth nothing more than a random,
Arbitrary, insignificant, timeless smidgeon of consciousness,
A happenstance of the awareness permeating the electromagnetic spectrum.
Your inflated notions are nothing more than a cosmic joke
To which you are in imagination tethered.
* * * *
Time weaves along in me, along in you,
So we sing the song, and believe it true.
* * * *
What a curious thing that so many human beings
Want to believe there surely must be some meaning, some purpose,
Greater than the magical opportunity to exist for even just a brief time in the first place.
Where is the humility? Where is the gratitude? Where is the wisdom?
* * * *
There is no deity greater or lesser than You.
All are founded of the same eternal mystery.
* * * *
Be as the newborn in the crib: pure awareness, pure isness, pure nature,
Watchfully waiting for the winds of nurture to shape it, mold it, condition it, brainwash it,
Program it, indoctrinate it, persuade it, into its persona, its will, its destiny.
* * * *
Eternal life, living fully in the moment, is to waylay all past, all future.
As if nothing has never happened; as if nothing will never happen again.
* * * *
What would a timeline of seers, mystics, and philosophers look like?
What patterns would it make clear of the endless gyrations,
In the shaping, the molding, of the human epoch?
* * * *
Existence is but an ever-changing dream
That is incessantly tagged with every conceivable notion.
But the ephemeral awareness each and every mind every moment truly is,
Is most definitely, without doubt, exactly the same.
* * * *
You are that which knows no birth, that which knows no death,
That from which the unborn is born, that from which the born is unborn.
That in which the born ebb and flow again and again for as long as genesis allows.
* * * *
Abandon all belief that you are a human being,
Or any other imaginable form of conscious design.
You are awareness: timeless, empty, ever alone.
* * * *
The unborn-undying awareness is the same in all living creatures.
It is only in the ever-streaming outcomes of nature-nurture
That all differences are wrought in the dream of time.
* * * *
Creation is the indivisible sliced and diced in every possible way,
That the omniscient-omnipotent-omnipresent awareness
Might divine its every infinitesimal possibility.
* * * *
You are really nothing more than the timeless awareness playing out whatever appearance
The given mind-body has been conditioned to pretend for the duration of illusion
It has been allotted by the nature-nurture of the quantum mystery.
Enjoy it as best ye may, but try not to take it too personal.
* * * *
Only in the complete and utter aloneness of awareness
Can the freedom of pure beingness be fully discerned.
* * * *
The mind born of nature-nurture is a quagmire of endless boundaries,
Endless permutations of consciousness playing out a given set of limitations.
Only in pure awareness do all borders dissolve into their quantum indivisibility.
Into the infinity of potentials the grand unicity ever has at the ready.
* * * *
We are all shaped of the same indivisible quantum clayness.
Each and every one imagining existence real and true in their own very unique way.
All are nothing more than touchy-feely, three-dimensional dreams,
To which only vain notion can be attached.
* * * *
Creation and preservation and destruction
Are a simultaneous, every-moment, timeless process,
Played out in the indivisible, unborn-undying quantum matrix.
* * * *
The eternal mystery of awareness
Beneath an anonymous, ever-kaleidoscoping mask,
Is all you truly are, all you have ever truly been, all you will ever truly be.
If seers keep repeating the same mantra over and over, it is because that is all it boils down to
Every time the vanity of any given monkey mind yearns for more.
* * * *
How many universes might there be on the head of a pin.
And dimensions, well, that is another ditty lost in the mound.
* * * *
To divide eternity by space-time constraints,
Requires mathematical systems of such scale and proportion
As to plumb the greatest minds, bound by time as they are, unto their greatest depths.
* * * *
Do you remember back when you were a child
And knew nothing about yesterday and tomorrow?
Back when you did not have a care in the world?
Back when your mind was pristine stillness?
When you were immaculately absolute?
Exactly.
* * * *
From the great depths of absoluteness,
Great awareness dawns, great vision awakens,
Great thoughts are spoken, great thoughts are written,
And great minds hear, and the light of insight moves freely on.
* * * *
Awareness is about being; consciousness is about becoming.
The creator of time can never be content with its timeless origin.
* * * *
Your mind-body is the evolutionary outcome
Of a natural selection process since life’s inception.
You are what you are; there is no one to blame.
You must play out what you must play out.
Call it fate, call it kismet, call it karma,
You have absolutely no say in the matter.
* * * *
The stream of human consciousness is the play of stories ebbing and flowing,
Rounding one corner after another, all its many individual drops collectively playing out history.
Carrying in it every narrative since the first thought of self, of “I am,” came to mind.
How attached are you to your me-myself-and-I vanity is the question.
* * * *
Cast loose all binds that hold you earthbound.
Become a cosmic nomad born anew every moment.
* * * *
Here you are right now, timelessly eternal.
Nothing before or since has ever happened.
* * * *
The known can never attain the unknown.
The mind can never attain the no mind.
* * * *
As long as you believe that you are a mind-body, you will abide in space-time.
Only in the clarity of unblemished awareness do you see
What never was, will never be.
* * * *
Is the awakening of satori one moment or many?
Is it a one-time experience come and gone,
Or is it a never-beginning-never-ending process,
Of being born anew each and every unchanging moment?
* * * *
The imaginary you is a function of fluctuating consciousness.
Consciousness is a function of the quantum synergy.
The quantum is a function of still awareness.
Awareness is a function of ageless eternity.
Eternity is a function of the ineffable mystery.
All of which comes full circle back to the real you.
* * * *
In the existential mind, there is no one to reproach; the eternal moment is all.
Which makes you responsible for everything you choose to do,
As well as everything you choose not to do.
Perhaps an onerous assertion, but as true as any truth is.
* * * *
Each day the mind-body awakens to a universe it has in imagination built
Into an immense edifice confined by the many choices the given life has woven together,
That in the ultimate indivisible reality are of absolutely no weight, whatsoever.
* * * *
All these voices own unique little dreamtime of a universe.
Perceptions, perceptions, perceptions, perceptions.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
It is in the untainted, absolute awareness, that you truly are.
The quantum matrix, the play of space and time, is but a finite, temporal means.
Your immortality, your indivisibility, your inexplicability,
Is prior to any and all dreams.
* * * *
What are you but a dream of perception,
In a dream of consciousness,
In a dream of mind,
In a dream of time,
In a dream of eternity.
* * * *
What more are you than an arbitrary state of perception,
Born into a time-bound, nature-nurture seed-line,
Within an indivisible evolutionary context.
* * * *
All of history’s players since long before recorded time,
Could never have even begun to apprehend how whatever they did,
Has played out in its interminable, indivisible, ever-kaleidoscoping emanation.
* * * *
Return to the primordial awareness
That you ever are before all the conditioning of consciousness,
Before the nature-nurture that shaped you into believing the sensory illusion real and true.
* * * *
A mystic-philosopher’s Sisyphean task is to wander where only no-mind can go.
To face the aloneness – its angels and demons – without equivocation, without hesitation.
It is a Quixotic Yellow-Brick-Road journey into the timeless fearlessness of boundless awareness.
* * * *
How far can you step back is the question only you can answer,
And that answer may well change many times in many ways.
* * * *
Who is anyone to tell another what is true or false,
What is right or wrong, what is sane or insane, what is light or dark.
Each and every one must discern and endure the cosmos
They very much alone every moment create.
* * * *
Yesterday and today and tomorrow
All have their fleeting momentary now
Across the mystery’s kaleidoscoping stage.
* * * *
What are the passions? What are sorrow, anger, lust, love,?
What are fervor, ardor, enthusiasm, eagerness, zealousness, vigor,
Fire, fieriness, energy, fervency, animation, spirit, spiritedness, fanaticism,
But temporal-worldly-mundane-secular-mortal concoctions.
Attachments born of the imagined mind-body,
Caught in the dream of time.
* * * *
The senses are but mortal devices fashioned by evolution
That are but streaming smokescreens to the indelible, indivisible reality.
Mirages imagined by a nature-nurture mind snared in its dreamy fabrication of time.
Only through doubt, only through detachment, will true Self be discerned.
* * * *
The quest for truth is about discerning the ultimate true nature.
To fixate on pleasures like love or bliss, or any other emotional notions,
Is nothing more than the mind’s never-ending thirst for mundane gratification.
Serious inquiry is its own singular, disciplined point and purpose.
Poignant sidebars are but time-bound upshots.
* * * *
Look within, and what is there but a stillness, a nothingness, an awareness,
To which imagination fabricates every conceivable meaning and purpose.
* * * *
From all beginnings to all ends, from your beginning to your end,
Everything perpetually, everlastingly, enduringly, immutably, immortally, done and undone.
Everything patterned, everything fated, everything destined, everything kismet.
Change, nothing more than imaginary, sensory-inspired notion.
A quantum dreamer dreaming a quantum design;
Every moment instantaneously, simultaneously indivisible.
* * * *
Is the mind-body a function of the universe?
Or the universe a function of the mind-body?
Or are they indivisibly, indelibly, one in the same?
* * * *
How to forget everything?
Let go everything false, everything imaginary, everything of space and time,
Everything not here, everything not now.
* * * *
The sovereign, indivisible, enigmatic aloneness in which you dwell, in which all things dwell,
Cannot be bought or sold or traded or encapsulated by any word or number or image or symbol.
It is a matchless state, an absolute state; it is the stage, the backdrop, the source, of all dreams of time.
* * * *
It takes practice to give your imaginary self
Over to the entirety of the indivisible awareness.
The vanity of the mind-body is not easily left behind.
* * * *
A replete and content existence may well be less about what is accomplished,
Than the attention, the awareness, that is given to as many fleeting moments as possible.
Time is but the illusion-delusion of sensory-inspired memory, and the imagination it casts future past.
Eternal life is in the perpetual birth and death of each and every indivisible instant.
* * * *
The you in you is the you in all.
The all in all is the all in you.
* * * *
Watch … listen … smell … taste … feel … anything you please,
And know it is nothing more than a sensory-inspired illusion,
That it does not really exist in anything but imagination,
A holographic mirage born within a quantum mind.
* * * *
Are all those little labels to which you so zealously cling
Anything more than patches in a piecemeal raft
Slowly breaking up in a vast abyss.
* * * *
Awareness and health are your only real wealth,
And even they are as ephemeral as any pile of gold.
* * * *
Nature is the only god.
Its decrees reign supreme for all time.
The laws of men are but insubstantial, anemic shadows
Born of one cultural groupthink or another.
* * * *
The you that is consciousness, and the you that is awareness, are mutually exclusive.
One is born of imagination; the other – prior to life, prior to death – never born at all.
* * * *
Everyone abides a unique universe, each with a variety of sets:
Cultural, political, religious, racial, gender, emotional,
Socio-economic, educational, linguistic, et cetera.
Like snowflakes, all distinct, all true, all false, all the while.
* * * *
No matter how immense, no matter how tiny,
It is a you-eat-you universe, a you-eat-you dream.
Compassion and ethics are but token notions.
* * * *
Doubt, skepticism, cynicism, uncertainty, critical thinking,
Naturally evolve in a mind inordinately bent on unlocking its mystery,
A mind resolved on discerning the reality of consciousness emanating from within.
* * * *
The gap between awareness and consciousness
Is the same as the one between eternity and time.
* * * *
Nothing like finally discovering, finally realizing
An assumption made many years before was absolutely wrong.
Sometimes so off-kilter as to be completely opposite.
* * * *
You are this set of biological functions; you are not this set of biological functions.
You are this set of bodily networks; you are not this set of bodily networks.
You are this set of perceptions; you are not this set of perceptions.
You are this set of memories; you are not this set of memories.
You are this set of truths; you are not this set of truths.
You are this set of falsehoods; you are not this set of falsehoods.
You are this set of likes; you are not this set of likes.
You are this set of dislikes; you are not this set of dislikes.
You are this set of successes; you are not this set of successes.
You are this set of failures; you are not this set of failures.
You are this set of references; you are not this set of references.
You are this set of preferences; you are not this set of preferences.
You are this set of intentions; you are not this set of intentions.
You are this set of desires; you are not this set of desires.
You are this set of fears; you are not this set of fears.
You are this set of reflections; you are not this set of reflections.
You are this set of pleasures; you are not this set of pleasures.
You are this set of pains; you are not this set of pains.
You are this set of vanities; you are not this set of vanities.
You are this set of sensations; you are not this set of sensations.
You are this set of connections; you are not this set of connections.
Your story, your tale, your narrative, your history, your sense of self,
Is but a temporal play of imagination in eternity’s misty mystery,
And is, for all practical purpose, forgotten as soon as it began.
* * * *
The ways and means the vanities dream up to play out their ceaseless absurdities
Morph in every conceivable permutation, but are ever the same monkey,
Thinly disguised by yet another shade-of-gray layer of sparkle.
* * * *
Whittling down the vast assortment of deities to just one,
What a task, what a power struggle it has historically proven to be.
And now, what to name this one god, a wrestling match of these our modern times.
And once that is well-established: what creed, what scripture, what commandments, what dress code,
What, what, what … will ever resolve the ever-expanding arrays of vanity
We two-leggeds in every way portray as truth?
* * * *
Any given universe is but a quantum weaving, an inexplicable mystery,
To which all minds bent on inquiry, on examination, on investigation, on analysis,
Must ever waggle their pontificating domes in interminable wonder that all their conclusions,
All their deductions, all their assumptions, all their inferences, all their suppositions,
Are really nothing more than inconsequential, meaningless speculation.
Even the most brilliant, astute minds, must ultimately realize
There are ever so many things never to be known.
* * * *
You are the clayness,
The essence, the substance, the distillation, the chi, the force,
The soul, the spirit, the quantum, the godness,
Call it whatever you will,
Come to life.
* * * *
The one and only mystery is, has ever been, will ever be,
The You that pervades all things from great to small.
* * * *
The sage is no greater than any fool or king,
Merely more aware of the awareness
In which all indivisibly wander.
* * * *
Those who are inspired to delve into this perpetual mystery
Arrive in every time, in every geography, in every culture, in every size, in every shape.
All are imbued with the same ineffable, immutable, undying awareness.
Quantum is quantum, no matter the smokescreen.
* * * *
Every moment, a new reckoning, none a continuum,
But for imagination’s inclination for time-bound assumptions.
Discern the causeless, discern the effectless, of each and every moment,
And you will be enlightened witness that the mystery of nature has ever inspired.
* * * *
What can ever truly touch the indivisible nothingness prior to all manifestation,
Prior to all the creation-preservation-destruction of quantum design.
This vast mystery is but a timeless, kaleidoscoping light show
To which consciousness is but imaginary witness.
* * * *
You in the utter aloneness of pure awareness are the eternal nowness, the eternal life,
Playing the quantum matrix real, timelessly witnessing the mystery you are,
The mystery you have ever been, the mystery you will ever be.
* * * *
The mind of mystery is the eye of mystery, the ear of mystery,
The tongue of mystery, the nose of mystery, the touch of mystery.
* * * *
Sometime the mind imprisons, sometimes the mind frees.
The awareness you are, each and every moment chooses
* * * *
Totally giving your Self over to the timeless awareness you truly are,
Is as close as you can ever come to the indivisible absoluteness
Of this mystery that you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
From the moment you are conceived,
You begin a long and winding wander
To one executioner’s block or another.
Your fate is etched in the sands of time.
* * * *
Fashioned by consciousness in the ever-kaleidoscoping theater of space and time,
We all together, each in our own unique frame-of-reference way,
Are co-creating, co-preserving, co-destroying.
* * * *
Discern pure awareness,
Prior to all conditioning,
Prior to all said and done,
Prior to all conscious design.
* * * *
Be the indelible mystery of your all-but-infinite universe and its immeasurable unknown.
Be all it is and is not, from its intangible beginning to its intangible ending,
And from its intangible before to its intangible after, as well.
This little mind-body and its fabricated identity
To which you are so vainly attached
Is but a very brief, a very hollow dream.
* * * *
Looking back at the long and winding rolodex of perception of your dreamy existence,
Did it ever really happen, is it really happening right now,
And what makes you so sure?
* * * *
The weight of your world, of your universe,
Is but a sensory-laden, imaginary one.
Atlas shrugged, and you can, too.
* * * *
All creation is really as modern as it is ancient; all creation is really as ancient as it is modern.
The relativity of the dreamtime you are streamlessly witnessing, and believing so real,
Is tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of years, both ago and hence.
Each and every part and particle very much eternally ever-present
In all the incalculable pasts, all the incalculable futures, that the indelible awareness
In every way and shape and manner, simultaneously permeates in this indivisible quantum theater.
* * * *
Why on earth do you need the sanction of any other?
Be your own law, be your own sovereign, be your own herald,
In your indivisible, ever-present, imaginary kingdom.
* * * *
The mind is swept up by the windy senses
Into an imaginary existence fashioned by nature-nurture.
To discern the ultimate reality, awareness must release into its eternal abyss.
True nature, true Self, is prior to any and all dimensions in this beyond-boggling mystery you are.
* * * *
To be at peace, to align with the eternal way,
You must discern the final course, the ultimate tack.
You must leave behind the sphere of imaginary knowing.
You must still the busy mind into its eternal unknown,
Into the awareness prior to little-self consciousness.
* * * *
Heraclitus and Freud wrote of the same smoky truth:
A man’s character – the whimsical dance of imagination – is his fate.
Anatomy – the indivisible dance of physics and chemistry and biology – is destiny.
* * * *
We are all very much alone in our own little cosmos,
Peering out from a mask that can never be seen,
A dreamy mystery that can never be known.
* * * *
The entire universe from big bang to big collapse,
Your entire existence from conception to last wheezing breath,
Is all happening this very timeless singular moment.
And there is absolutely nothing you can do
To change even one instant.
* * * *
Awareness moves not.
It is ever-present, ephemeral, eternal.
Only a very still, very composed, very attentive mind,
Can discern it the singular source of all consciousness, of all dreamtime,
Of all creation, of all preservation, of all destruction.
And from before all beginnings,
To after all endings,
It is all the you, you truly are.
* * * *
What is that which is called god by so many names but an impersonal all and nothing,
An implausible totality so absolute, so timeless, as to be everything and nothing all the while.
An eternal quantum mystery so intrinsic as to be and not be simultaneously in every pointless point.
How is it humankind is not genuinely, beyond doubt, humbled by its relative insignificance?
* * * *
It matters much less what is going on out there
Once you discern what is not going on in there.
* * * *
Is it the hardwired, programmed, conditioned consciousness,
That spawns intelligence, that contrives all thought and action?
Or the awareness that underlies all forms throughout all creation?
* * * *
What a mesmerizing, absorbing thing the sensory mind.
Over and over it is drawn into the delusion of illusion.
You must be very still, very attentive, very discerning,
To be the timeless, indivisible absoluteness you truly are.
It requires a courageousness that transcends birth and death.
* * * *
Breathing in, breathing out, as fully, as deeply as you can,
Is as much as the mystery of eternity can offer.
It is as present as you can ever be.
* * * *
Living and dying each and every moment is the way of the mind given over
To the mysterious ever-emanating nowness of eternal awareness.
Space-time is but the illusion of the neuron trail.
* * * *
What is the tongue but a nerve-ridden muscular organ
That the mind employs to perceive sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and unami.
The same process is true of eyes with light, ears with sound, nose with smell, skin with touch.
Through illusions fostered by flesh, all universes are born into imagination,
And through imagination, every delusion imaginable
Plays out in the dream of time.
* * * *
Your skeptical, cynical, critical, inquiring mind, as rational as it may seek to be,
Resides upon an irrational mystery that has never embraced rhyme or reason.
* * * *
Every living creature has its own point of view, its own universe.
Plants, animals, protists, fungi, archaebacteria, eubacteria,
All play out their timeless dreamtime real in their own unique way,
But what is real, and is any perspective really any more so than any other?
* * * *
Every game has its rules, and there are so many games.
But what of the eclectic mind that crosses any and all boundaries.
The awakened mind that morphs without restraint any way it may choose.
The god-mind functions in a state of beingness that transcends all notions of sanity.
Some are set up on one rostrum or another, some are crucified, some become garden statues.
Who knows how many stroll freely, anonymously, watchfully, among the harried herd.
And likely some just call it a life, and blow their brains back into the oblivion.
Seers wander the dream untethered to the boundaries of humankind.
* * * *
Chance are just about everything you really think matters,
Everything involving your petty, narcissistic me-myself-and-I paradigm,
In reality does not ultimately matter even one iota in the grand schemelessness of it all.
Your significance to the electromagnetic spectrum is null and void diddly-squat.
* * * *
The quantum source abides all.
It is indifferent to any and all and every difference.
Black and white, good and evil, yes and no, dualities of any make or model,
Are but the ephemeral whimsies of temporal imagination.
* * * *
The mystery of awareness peers out through the creations of its quantum theater,
Interacting in every way imaginable as the given patterning and scenario dictate.
* * * *
Awareness is the silent om of the universe.
From it all sentient beings arise and abide.
* * * *
Your cosmos is whatever you perceive it to be,
And no one else’s will ever, or can ever be the same.
You are very much alone to the abyss of your awareness,
No matter how zealously you may long for it to be otherwise.
* * * *
In the very timeless awareness sense,
What might you be doing right now
That would really be any different
Than what you are doing right now?
* * * *
There ain’t no dark side, there ain’t no light side, there ain’t no side at all.
There just be a streaming dream of awareness that ain’t no dream at all.
* * * *
This right-here-right-now is all that matters.
Everything before, everything hence, means nothing.
All is but a passing dream to which you may subscribe or not.
* * * *
Chances are, that wherever you journey, no matter how far, you will always be you;
With all your assumptions, all your behaviors, all your prejudices, all your boundaries;
All filtered by time-bound consciousness timelessly streaming through pristine awareness.
* * * *
The clear space of awareness is the enigma, the paradox, the irony,
The aloneness, the indivisibility, the absoluteness, the limitless,
The totality, the infinity, the infinitesimalibility, the solace,
The oblivion you truly are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Those who believe themselves free of vanity only delude themselves.
Consciousness has an insatiable proclivity for chasing its own tail round and round.
In pure awareness, the one and only you is timelessly, indivisibly free,
But only until consciousness stirs, however slightly.
* * * *
How long before you take that final journey?
How long before the imaginary you evaporates
Into the indivisible tranquility of pure awareness?
How long before the last word really-truly-finally is?
* * * *
Surely one must be agnostic,
For if there is a supreme being,
It is far greater than any thought.
* * * *
And from what might you hope you can be rescued?
Misfortune? Conflict? Suffering? Pain? Death?
If you truly fathomed what life and death are,
You might well perceive eternity’s harmonic ballet
Playing out each and every twinkling before your very eyes.
That birth and death are but temporal illusions of mind-body consciousness.
That the you to which you subscribe is in reality nothing more than a figment of imagination.
Eternal life is the stillness of the unborn-undying awareness you every instant are,
Witnessing the reverie of a quantum matrix born of a quantum mind.
* * * *
Wander your universe free and clear.
There is nothing to do, nothing to resolve.
Redemption is for each alone to discern within.
* * * *
Tranquility is an inward state.
An outward sensory reflection may seem the cause,
But it is a mind in sync with the quantum beingness from which it is fostered.
Even in the most chaotic arena imaginable, serenity can reign
In the fearlessness of unblemished awareness.
* * * *
Can you waylay all the pitter-patter chatter of imaginary identity, and just be?
Can you release your consciousness from all its fictional attachments
To culture, politics, religion, finance, gender, education,
Emotion, language, race, caste, et cetera.
Can you be just the stillness of pure awareness?
* * * *
What you say, what you do, has absolutely nothing to do
With what you really are, or with what you really are not.
* * * *
From the ultimate quantum view,
The so-called evil deed is as indivisible as the good one.
Consciousness is not in any way as important to the infinity of eternity
As the egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric, heliiocentric mind, in its limited visions assumes.
The temporal individual-tribal mind is to be transcended, not embraced.
* * * *
Time is a function of imagination.
Awareness is a function of eternity.
* * * *
You could be anywhere in your world, anywhere in your universe,
And if you close your eyes and still your thoughts,
Be where you have always been.
* * * *
History is the momentum of forces bent on creation and preservation and destruction,
As intentionally or unintentionally contrived by individuals and collectives and alliances between.
It is the synergistic rippling of every variety of current washing every direction,
Subject only to the whims of time and the laws of physics.
* * * *
We are one and all the same essence, the same gold, the same creation, the same source, come to life.
With but five senses, we have each fashioned, we have each imagined, immense universes.
Why should we not all together celebrate the mystery that has stitched together,
Within and without each of us, a timeless, indivisible quantum matrix,
Through which each very much alone abides their given lot.
A singular vision that relatively few feel called to clearly realize.
* * * *
What is will but the psychic synergy of desire and fear.
The fear of not being, the fear of not having, the fear of not feeling.
Of craving this or that, and fearing it will not be, or that it will not forever last.
An insatiable hunger for more that can never be quenched, no matter the dreamtime allotted.
* * * *
Dead or alive, what difference but a flurry of imagination,
Which, from the beginning to the end, is in truth, nothing.
* * * *
Superstitions are the relentless concoctions of ignorance,
And its willy-nilly attempts to placate the inexplicable.
* * * *
Life is born of patterns, predispositions, instincts,
But it is imagination that transcends the origins of matter,
And how probable is that in the farthest reaches of time and space?
There are billions and billions, maybe even trillions and trillions of galaxies,
But the dreamtime of humankind will never discover, never know, anything firsthand
About the all-but-infinite mysteries playing out in the all-but-infinite shores.
The fictions of paper and screen will be as far as we ever travel.
* * * *
Has it occurred to you that you might have total control over the churning movement of your mind,
Total control over the thunderstorms flashing about in the synapses of the given brain.
Perfect equanimity may be attainable if you are able to be detached enough,
To not care about anything your universe might set before you.
You need not allow the mundane into your sanctum
But for the desire and dread that have so shaped your dreamtime.
To respond rather than react to the given kaleidoscoping is the challenge for all.
* * * *
Even if there is a supreme being, or even many, so what?
All things great to small are born of the same timeless source.
As an ant is to you, you are to any wave or particle of the mystery.
All else is but vanity born of one imaginary notion or another.
* * * *
What difference, really, between reaching across a table or across a universe?
What difference, really, between a shattering glass or an exploding galaxy?
Physics is physics, quantum is quantum, indivisible, no matter the scale.
* * * *
You have never really been in control of anything in this ephemeral dreamtime.
Rest assured you will have even less say after you dissolve back into the mystery.
* * * *
I who am, I what am, I where am, I when am, I why am, I how am,
How can any me, any myself, any I, ever be anything but the same mystery,
The same upwelling, the same unknown, the same abyss, the same quantum essence,
Eternally ever-present, timelessly streaming, indivisibly emanating, unremittingly enduring,
Ever witnessing the kaleidoscoping dream of creation and preservation and destruction,
Through the awareness of the given seed, and its passage through the winds of mind.
* * * *
Why would you need to believe in,
To worship, to venerate, to adulate, to idolize,
Some imaginary, iconic, dualistic, on-high Olympian deity,
When you can linger in non-dualistic awareness,
When you can simply be the entirety,
Timelessly transient.
* * * *
You create your own yoke – heavy or light or nonexistent –
It is up to you and the level of attachment to your dreamtime.
* * * *
The corporal body is but a means to a dream,
A temporal reverie of the three-dimensional kind.
* * * *
Is it an electromagnetic spectrum?
An electromagnetic matrix?
Or anything at all?
* * * *
It has to be a harmonic orchestration; how else could it seamlessly function?
Duality is but a deception of consciousness inspired by the sensory mind-body.
* * * *
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.
* * * *
You are the indelible mystery come unto life.
Do not be so arrogant, so narcissistic, that you do not discern
That you are not the only you that is, that has ever been, that will ever be.
The same you abides in every animate and inanimate form that might ever be concocted.
Every part and particle, every chasm between, it is all the same indivisible, singular, unknowable you.
Everything seen, everything heard, everything tasted, everything smelt, everything felt.
Everything created, everything preserved, everything destroyed.
Whether you tread softly, or harshly, or not at all,
Know, without doubt, without disquiet,
That there is not, has never been, will never be, any other.
* * * *
The mystery is whatever it pleases you to believe, and none of it all the while,
Because no thought, no dream of consciousness, can or has ever or will ever, touch it.
And to believe, to assert otherwise, is nothing more than self-absorbed delusion.
* * * *
Prince or pauper, warrior or coward,
Scholar or imbecilic, saint or sinner,
The dream of time passes the same.
What difference but hollow notion.
* * * *
You are the ever-present awareness,
Nothing less, nothing more, nothing but.
All thoughts about it are but vanity.
Existence is but a hollow shell.
* * * *
If you had but eyes, your universe would be but sight.
If you had but an ear, your universe would be but sound.
If you had but a mouth, your universe would be but taste.
If you had but a nose, your universe would be but smell.
If you had but skin, your universe would be but touch.
And what would your universe be with but mind?
* * * *
All belief, all tradition, all dogma, all speculation, is nothing more than imaginary confabulation
Of the mind ever seeking security, ever assuming there must be an answer to the insoluble unknown.
* * * *
The mind ever tries to control the what is, but it never can, never has, never will,
Because the space-time born of consciousness is not real,
Never has been, will never be.
* * * *
You are, have ever been, will ever be, the same eternal, indivisible, sovereign, immortal Self.
It is only the nature-nurture, the times and spaces, the minds and bodies,
The cultures and language, and everything other,
That appear to change.
* * * *
The universe is a quantum matrix; a timeless, indivisible, indelible, vibratory theater.
Every life form has its own unique relationship with its enigmatic mystery.
In humankind, it is through the eyes that the mind discerns light;
Ears, sound; tongue, taste; nose, smell; flesh, touch.
What would your cosmos, your world, be,
With even one or two or three less, much less all.
* * * *
Your sense of significance is highly exaggerated, highly overrated.
As all-important as your path to glory likely theaters out in that temporal head,
It is at best barely a twitch of a vibration on the Richter scale of the electromagnetic matrix.
* * * *
If there is no more carrot, no more stick, no more seeking, no more seeker ,
Who is left to hee, who is left to haw , in that infinite liberation?
Existence, and all the illusions and delusions to which so many are so attached,
May be very painful, but is it better than nothing? … And who is asking? ... Who is answering?
* * * *
Mystery.
More mystery.
Even more mystery.
* * * *
Abyss.
More abyss.
Even more abyss.
* * * *
Formless.
More formless.
Even more formless.
* * * *
Quantum consumption.
More quantum consumption.
Even more quantum consumption.
* * * *
Formlessness.
More formlessness.
Even more formlessness.
* * * *
Awareness.
More awareness.
Even more awareness.
Soundbites
Every seed is born anew, each filled with the same ever-present, indivisible, undying essence.
* * * *
What is the human paradigm but imagination measuring itself in every way imaginable.
* * * *
What is the human paradigm but a dream ensconced in the synapses of mortal hardware.
* * * *
For those seeking truth, it is not about being more, as much as it is, about being less.
* * * *
Time, what was that, anyway?
* * * *
Launch your Self into the space within and without.
* * * *
Make awareness the go-to state.
* * * *
The first breath, the last breath, and naught but a dream between.
* * * *
Only imagination imagines itself alive.
* * * *
It is up to you to all alone figure out and come to grips as best you can with your cosmic mind.
* * * *
Awareness is all you are; no was, no will ever be, about it.
* * * *
Let us not confuse the dramas of human consciousness with the un-drama of awareness.
* * * *
As you look through those eyes, are you witness of time, or witness before time?
* * * *
For all eternity, for all time, two very different states of consciousness.
* * * *
You are born alone, you die alone, and for a while between, you pretend you are not alone.
* * * *
Sand is gold and gold is sand in the indivisible dust storm of eternity.
* * * *
Drift alone, sovereign, indivisible, free of all constraints.
* * * *
Born alone, live alone, die alone.
* * * *
A cosmic joke about which it is not always easy to laugh.
* * * *
Ethereal awareness, ephemeral consciousness.
* * * *
Consciousness measures, awareness streams.
* * * *
Consciousness ebbs and flows; awareness streams.
* * * *
Even the farthest star is nothing more than a twinkle in your most infinite mind.
* * * *
The mystery is its own teacher, its own student.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, are all theater; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
What part of awareness alone are you not tracking?
* * * *
The human paradigm is about itself, not its source.
* * * *
We are all the same mystery from every get-go.
* * * *
The truth of awareness awaits your discernment.
* * * *
And what of that state between agony and ecstasy where only awareness remains.
* * * *
The dream is no more real now than the day you exited the womb.
* * * *
The only absolute is absoluteness itself.
* * * *
Where is the world, where is the universe, if you do not remember it.
* * * *
You are the mystery.
* * * *
The movement that is; the stillness that is not.
* * * *
The most simple truths have a resonating elegance.
* * * *
You are the mystery personified.
* * * *
You are a no-other in my universe, and I am a no-other in yours.
* * * *
It is a dream, and then it is not.
* * * *
You might kill the body, but you can never kill your Self.
* * * *
To call it the heart of awareness is not about some willy-nilly emotional state.
* * * *
What need does a sage firmly grounded in the indivisible have for any mythology?
* * * *
The universe is but an imaginary sheen in your imaginary mind.
* * * *
The mystery is all.
* * * *
The stillness, the timelessness of the aloneness, is the essential nature of all eternity.
* * * *
You are very much alone, and nothing can save you from it.
* * * *
The mystery born in you, was born in me, too.
* * * *
The mystery born anew, born You.
* * * *
Another day a-streamin’ in the dreamin’.
* * * *
The fog of consciousness masks the eternal awareness, and time plays on.
* * * *
Another day, same mystery.
* * * *
Fathom the unfathomable, and you will perchance become unfathomable.
* * * *
Questions of a thousand dreams.
* * * *
Give full attention to the present upon which awareness sheds its light.
* * * *
Pure awareness is neither smile nor frown.
* * * *
Infinity, what is that anyway?
* * * *
The quantum source abides all.
* * * *
Quantum this.
* * * *
The quantum matrix born of a quantum mind is a figment of time.
* * * *
The mystery wakes up to another day.
* * * *
Awareness has no reality but through timeless attention.
* * * *
Peering out from a face never seen, a universe never known.
* * * *
Absolute power does not corrupt the absolute.
* * * *
The mystery is but a mystery is but a mystery.
* * * *
Rid your mind of all its effort, and what is left but that which is unknowable.
* * * *
Look to your awareness to see the truth of you in all.
* * * *
Abiding in stillness, existing without label, without definition, now that’s nirvana.
* * * *
Embrace the aloneness, embrace the sovereignty, embrace the infinity.
* * * *
Consciousness does not easily relinquish its imaginary universe.
* * * *
No matter how many rocks you turn over, beneath each and every one is the same mystery.
* * * *
Why waste time over things over which you have absolutely no control?
* * * *
What is death but a dream forever extinguished.
* * * *
You are the quantum breeze.
* * * *
Another day of Animal Farm redux, idem, ibidem, et cetera, ad infinitum.
* * * *
The times and places and names and faces may change, but the mystery is ever the same.
* * * *
What is any given cosmos but a sensory body, a brain, and a mind imagining it so.
* * * *
Abyss, more abyss, even more abyss.
* * * *
Mystery, more mystery, even more mystery.
* * * *
Formless, more formless, even more formless.
* * * *
Quantum consumption, more quantum consumption, even more quantum consumption.
* * * *
Formlessness, more formlessness, even more formlessness.
* * * *
Awareness, more awareness, even more awareness.
Breadcrumbs
Oh, for a time machine from which to view all creation, all dissolution.
Alas that dreamtime does not exist as more than imaginary filament.
* * * *
I be a born again agnostic.
* * * *
Because I had no agenda, no plan, no purpose, no objective, no raison d'être,
The great mystery took me into its bosom and flung me every direction.
Took me for a whirl out on the cosmic dance floor, so to speak.
And somehow I survived long enough to tell the tale.
* * * *
These breadcrumbs will hopefully assure there will be no pedestal placed beneath this scribe.
That all sages and fools, all saints and demons, are all the same ineffaceable mystery,
That everything, that everyone, are all created of the same quantum illusion.
It is a nothing-more-nothing-less dream from any get-go to any finale imaginable.
* * * *
Dissolving the world one meme at a time.
* * * *
Wandering in and out of time
Like a drunk staggering from bar to bar,
Bottomless drink in hand,
* * * *
A student of time rooted in eternity.
* * * *
Disseminating an infinite vision of that which many call God,
A vision that includes anything and everything,
A vision that includes even you.
* * * *
I have been allotted the destiny to discern that awareness, that vision, that insight, that wisdom,
Which has been perceived by many thinkers across all times and geographies.
The concepts and symbols and dogmas may vary greatly,
But the source is ever the same.
* * * *
Field notes from yet another observer of the unmanifest underpinning of the dreamtime show.
* * * *
Another anonymous dreamer a-dreaming away.
* * * *
Always something of a shock running into another who ponders the mystery as I do.
Someone who appreciates what has been written, and the way it has bee written.
Lights up that pleasant, self-absorbed, warm-fuzzy, narcissistic, vanity thing.
* * * *
I am now.
I am awareness.
I am unborn-undying.
I am That I Am.
* * * *
In the never-ending tug of war between consciousness and awareness,
Sometimes I see clearly, and sometimes I do not.
So it goes, dust off, move on.
* * * *
How I have managed to survive all my transgressions, all my inanities, is indeed a mystery.
* * * *
It is up to you to figure out the mystery on your own.
Whether or not these myriad thoughts are of any use in that quest,
Whether you read part or all, or move on perusing elsewhere, matters not one iota.
My wallet is full enough, and I have no craving for mansions, limousines, yachts, or glass cathedrals.
Let the three vanities: power and fame and fortune, be someone else’s bother.
* * * *
Glynda Lee thought the title should be “A Stillness Before Time,”
But a more definitive “The” has always sounded better to me.
* * * *
One foot planted upon the quantum ground,
And the other afloat in an unknown abyss.
* * * *
Never understood people who exclaimed during interviews that they loved problems.
I despise them so thoroughly that I squash them as soon as they broach my awareness.
* * * *
Am I absurd beyond all doubt, or simply a jester, a life force willing to lend itself
To exploring, to plumbing the unfathomable depths as deeply, and in such manner,
As the singular, indivisible, indelible aloneness of the given body-mind will allow.
* * * *
Whether or not awareness has through this set of eyes
Discerned its Self as clearly, as lucidly, as other minds might
Does not matter one iota of a particle of a smidgeon.
All fates are but mirages born of imagination.
* * * *
Christen once called me a hierophant:
A person, especially a priest in ancient Greece,
Who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles.
* * * *
There was an epoch saga to inhale, to witness, to compose,
And disperse across the globe in the many ways
This contemporary dreamtime offered.
This is what I was born to do.
How utterly amazing
To have been given the opportunity.
* * * *
Alas that nearly every day I reel from weary antipathy
Toward all the ugly and fat and stupid and vain people
That so abundantly burgeon in my wandering presence.
Alas that I am all-knowing, all-accepting, all-benevolent,
Only in the most detached recesses of spotless awareness.
Consciousness is the inherent flaw that all must endure.
The Corollaries of Yaj Ekim
Ambrose Bierce (The Devil's Dictionary):
CYNIC, n. A blackguard whose faulty vision sees things as they are, not as they ought to be.
Hence the custom among the Scythians of plucking out a cynic's eyes to improve his vision.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
Fortunately and whew, them Scythians have gone quantum,
but keeping an eye out just in case.
* * * *
René Descartes:
If you would be a real seeker after truth,
You must at least once in your life, doubt, as far as possible, all things.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
If you are a real seeker, it will be, rest assured, far more than once.
* * * *
Solipism:
solipsism | ˈsäləpˌsizəm |
noun
the view or theory that the self is all that can be known to exist.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
The irony being, of course, that Self does not “exist.”
Never has, never will.
* * * *
Sandra Maa (Sandra Heber-Percy):
Referring to a caricature of a donkey pursuing the Carrot of Enlightenment
That is attached to the Stick of Desire tied on its back, Sandra asks:
Is the promise of infinite bliss the carrot for the donkey?
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
If there is no more carrot, no more stick, no more seeking, no more seeker ,
Who is left to hee, who is left to haw , in that infinite liberation?
Existence, and all the illusions and delusions to which so many are so attached,
May be very painful, but is it better than nothing? … And who is asking? ... Who is answering?
59 Moments to The Way It Is (And Is Not)
The Scribe’s Guide to the Great Whatthe#$*!?
59 Moments to Me, My Self, and I
59 Moments to Truth or Consequences
59 Moments to Diddly-Squat
59 Moments to Okey-Dokey
59 Moments to Eternity
59 Moments to Oblivion
59 Moments to Laissez-Faire
59 Moments to Mystery
59 Moments to So It Goes
59 Moments to Fearlessness
59 Moments to Timelessness
59 Moments to Truth
59 Moments to Born Anew
59 Moments to Nirvana
59 Moments to Passé
59 Moments to Godlessness
59 Moments to God
59 Moments to Rationalism
59 Moments to Existentialism
59 Moments to Annihilation
59 Moments to Common Sense
59 Moments to Discernment
59 Moments to Critical Thinking
59 Moments to Gumption
59 Moments to Grit
59 Moments to Resourcefulness
59 Moments to Imagination
59 Moments to Inventiveness
59 Moments to Creativity
59 Moments to Wit
59 Moments to History
59 Moments to Born Again
59 Moments to Ingenuity
59 Moments to Enterprise
59 Moments to Reality
59 Moments to Absurdity
59 Moments to Humility
59 Moments to Hopelessness
59 Moments to Minimalism
59 Moments to Evermore
59 Moments to Hedonism
59 Moments to Discipline
59 Moments to Narcissism
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Buddha
59 Moments to Null and Void
59 Moments to Emptiness
59 Moments to Nothingness
59 Moments to Now
59 Moments to Here
59 Moments to Here Now
59 Moments to Negation
59 Moments to Anarchy
59 Moments to Skepticism
59 Moments to Cynicism
59 Moments to Pessimism
59 Moments to Doubt
59 Moments to Nihilism
59 Moments to Bullshit
59 Moments to Om
59 Moments to Quantum
59 Moments to Abyss
59 Moments to Agnostic
59 Moments to Atheism
59 Moments to Freethinking
59 Moments to Belief
59 Moments to Death
59 Moments to Eternal Life
59 Moments to Nonbelief
59 Moments to Illusion
59 Moments to Delusion
59 Moments to Matrix
59 Moments to Craving
59 Moments to Satisfaction
59 Moments to Contentment
59 Moments to Immortality
59 Moments to Solitude
59 Moments to No Other
59 Moments to Detachment
59 Moments to Singularity
59 Moments to Totality
59 Moments to Absoluteness
59 Moments to Indivisibility
59 Moments to Success
59 Moments to Failure
59 Moments to Happiness
59 Moments to Sorrow
59 Moments to Joy
59 Moments to Oneness
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Infinity
59 Moments to Infinitesimalibility
59 Moments to Peace
59 Moments to Freedom
59 Moments to the Beyond the Pale
59 Moments to Perfection
59 Moments to Imperfection
59 Moments to Tranquility
59 Moments to Bliss
59 Moments to Meditation
59 Moments to Contemplation
59 Moments to Acuteness
59 Moments to Obtuseness
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Perdition
59 Moments to Brahman
59 Moments to Samadhi
59 Moments to the End of Time
59 Moments to the Beginning of Time
59 Moments to the Success in Failure
59 Moments to the Failure in Success
59 Moments to Future-Past
59 Moments to Serendipity
59 Moments to Dharma
59 Moments to Artha
59 Moments to Karma
59 Moments to Moksha
59 Moments to Go
59 Moments to Dreamtime
59 Moments to Pause
59 Moments to Stop
59 Moments to Separation
59 Moments to Unity
59 Moments to By Golly
59 Moments to the Great Pfft!
59 Moments to Manifest Destiny
59 Moments to Unmanifest Destiny
59 Moments to the End Before All Beginnings
59 Moments to the Beginning After all Ends
59 Moments … To Be Continued