Leftovers
Awareness is the indelible intelligence intrinsic to all life.
The quantum clay is but the means to the given nature-nurture context,
And evolution’s natural selection the sculptor timelessly fashioning the space-time creation.
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Everyone seeing your mask but you.
Everyone seeing everyone else’s mask but their own.
What a friggin’ mystery.
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Why create some inexplicable imaginary deity
To explain an inexplicable imaginary mystery?
Let it tack its own course without the absurdity.
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Why is knowledge, why is anything born of the Ivory Tower
– Science, mathematics, history, et cetera ad infinitum –
Any less imaginary than Alice in Wonderland?
All consciousness is but the thunder and lightning of mind.
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Identity is a finite creation of consciousness, of imagination.
In the ultimate, indivisibly, timelessly infinite reality, you are pure awareness.
The imaginary you materializes whenever the sensory-mind believes the manifest dream real,
Whenever it identifies with, whenever it attaches to, the finite body,
And its finite world, its finite cosmos.
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Consciousness is neither life nor death, existence nor oblivion.
An imaginary quantum dream-state make-believing time and space real and true,
Created by the evolutionary happenchance of the sensory mind-body,
Playing out the theater inspired by a collective collusion.
A genomic paradigm spun of mystery.
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Awareness can never be owned, nor can it be acted upon.
It is the ethereal ever-present, within which, without which,
All things quantum kaleidoscope, all times imagined play.
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The unborn-undying indelibility of this unknowable eternal mystery
Is that the awareness, the you-ness, within and without,
Indivisibly, timelessly, permeates everything,
And nothingness, all the while.
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Sweep away the cobwebs of space and time in the quantum mind.
Be the awareness you are, ever timeless, ever indelible, ever mysterious, within and without.
The indivisible source that is witness to this illusory manifest creation.
Omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient.
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Ultimately, all any vessel of awareness does is wander from one here-now to another.
Ever the same kaleidoscoping indivisibility playing out in the given quantum mind.
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One of the greater mysteries of the human absurdity
Is how so many are able to morph rationality into abeyance.
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Meaningful or insignificant, interesting or boring, creative or destructive,
The quantum mind in time assigns whatever flavor its nature-nurture divines.
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Awareness is the razor’s edge of alleged existence.
Consciousness is merely imagination imagining itself alive,
But in truth is naught but a shadow harbored in a corporeal container
Pretending, make-believing, the sensory-inspired illusion of time and space real.
The human paradigm is nothing more than a collusion of a genetic line
Locked in a patterned dream born in the jungles of long ago.
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Cultivate the unknown.
Cultivate wonder.
Cultivate bliss.
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Consciousness is change, consciousness is known.
Awareness is serene, awareness is unknown.
Which is time-bound, which is timeless?
Which is insatiable, which is content?
Which is imaginary, which is real?
Which is fiction, which is true?
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What is the known but shavings gleaned by limited scope,
By consciousness born of the sensory-mind bound in time.
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What are the pronouns – I, me, you, he, she, they, them, we, us –
But linguistic inventions that sanction and magnify dualistic notion.
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What is male, what is female, but evolutionary currents of natural selection,
Come into being too many moons ago to even begin to fully fathom the mystery of it.
Vanity has absolutely nothing to do with the prior-to-consciousness process that got you here.
The body you inhabit is ultimately nothing more than a temporal vehicle
For the awareness you are to witness its mystery.
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From their creation so long ago, your vast tree of naturally-selected seed lines,
Passed on their genome who knows how many times, how many places, how many ways,
Until there you are, sitting in this timeless right-here-right-now, translating this,
Discerning the magical-mystery of existence as relatively few ever have.
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There is no resolution to the loneliness fashioned by consciousness,
But to immerse in the unadulterated aloneness of awareness,
That is the eternal source of its thought-created torment.
To seek respite in conscious schemes is but a transient salve.
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The infant, in its all but tabula rasa state,
Its immaculate innocence, its watchful awareness,
Has yet to learn to act the imaginary role that is its destiny.
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The mind that wanders its Self is an inexplicable adventure
Through every variety of heaven and hell, and all states between.
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“Me” and “Myself” and “I” is nothing more
Than an imaginary confabulation of consciousness
Assuming, pretending, colluding, time and space are real.
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What is this indelible mystery of manifest existence,
But the timeless infinite infusing the time-bound finite.
Immortal soul, mortal body, in each and every inception.
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The real light is discovering there is no light.
The real gray is discovering there is no gray.
The real dark is discovering there is no dark.
The real point is discovering there is no point.
The real before is discovering there is no before.
The real journey is discovering there is no journey.
The real creation is discovering there is no creation.
The real universe is discovering there is no universe.
The real quantum is discovering there is no quantum.
The real judgment is discovering there is no judgment.
The real and-so-on is discovering there is no and-so-on.
The real destruction is discovering there is no destruction.
The real awareness is discovering there is no awareness.
The real beginning is discovering there is no beginning.
The real unknown is discovering there is no unknown.
The real existence is discovering there is no existence.
The real beautiful is discovering there is no beautiful.
The real meaning is discovering there is no meaning.
The real formless is discovering there is no formless.
The real mystery is discovering there is no mystery.
The real purpose is discovering there is no purpose.
The real religion is discovering there is no religion.
The real nirvana is discovering there is no nirvana.
The real eternity is discovering there is no eternity.
The real process is discovering there is no process.
The real ecstasy is discovering there is no ecstasy.
The real known is discovering there is no known.
The real wealth is discovering there is no wealth.
The real source is discovering there is no source.
The real karma is discovering there is no karma.
The real power is discovering there is no power.
The real vanity is discovering there is no vanity.
The real agony is discovering there is no agony.
The real death is discovering there is no death.
The real belief is discovering there is no belief.
The real mind is discovering there is no mind.
The real space is discovering there is no space.
The real other is discovering there is no other.
The real fame is discovering there is no fame.
The real form is discovering there is no form.
The real good is discovering there is no good.
The real right is discovering there is no right.
The real after is discovering there is no after.
The real faith is discovering there is no faith.
The real path is discovering there is no path.
The real here is discovering there is no here.
The real view is discovering there is no view.
The real goal is discovering there is no goal.
The real time is discovering there is no time.
The real ugly is discovering there is no ugly.
The real now is discovering there is no now.
The real end is discovering there is no end.
The real evil is discovering there is no evil.
The real life is discovering there is no life.
The real you is discovering there is no you.
The real why is discovering there is no why.
The real who is discovering there is no who.
The real what is discovering there is no what.
The real when is discovering there is no when.
The real where is discovering there is no where.
The real how is discovering there is no how.
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How can the immaculate awareness be mine or yours or theirs or any others?
How can you be anything but keenly attentive to the indelible mystery you are?
How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your true nature?
How is it you accept fictions concocted by vain notion to illuminate the inexplicable?
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What can you be once you stop identifying with the mind-body and the universe it has created?
Once you stop imagining the dream the senses every moment hypnotize you into believing is real.
Once you discern that pure awareness is the one and only reality there is, has ever been, will ever be.
Once you realize your true nature is the ever-present here-now, the absolute totality, of all eternity.
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Are you this mind-body consciousness that is ever-changing,
Or the awareness that has always been very much the same?
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Once upon a time you were so naturally you,
And then you glimpsed your reflection in the pond,
And gradually succumbed to the delusion of vain notion.
How to get back to where you have been all along,
Is ever the challenge of the discerning mind.
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The Supreme Being is not some divinity-entity on some cloudy on-high.
It is the supreme, being; the totality, being; the absolute, being.
It is the quantum, being; it is the everything, being, it is the nothingness; being.
It is being on the supreme level, prior to and beyond all constraints born of imaginary notion.
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The immaculate awareness you truly are, is ever absolutely alone,
Unbound in the indivisible, indelible, unborn-undying solitude of eternity.
Your illusory universe will distract the mind you occupy in every way imaginable.
Fashion every possible hook to every moment draw you out into its kaleidoscoping theater.
And as challenging as it may be to realize, to accept, it is ever your choice whether to give in, or not.
And in every moment you do acquiesce, in every moment you do sip the quantum elixir,
You become but a marionette playing out an ultimately inconsequential dream.
To believe or not believe, to slumber or awaken, that is the question.
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Yoga is a Hindu spiritual and ascetic discipline, the ultimate aim of which
Is purification and self-understanding leading to union with the impenetrable mystery.
Karma Yoga is action, Bhakti is Yoga devotion, Jnana Yoga is knowledge, Raja Yoga is meditation.
Despite sounding like different processes, they are really one in the same,
Each with its time, each with its place.
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Inhale, exhale, and with that exhale, let go the entire imaginary life.
Drift in the awareness you truly are, have ever been, will ever be.
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Awareness is all.
A moment ago is forever gone,
And the next more distant than the farthest star.
Space and time are the weavers of an inexplicable, imaginary dream,
Given illusionary reality by the temporal sensory-mind.
Creation and creator are one in the same.
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No arguing with physics.
Mass and velocity and vectors are the judge and jury and executioner
Of this temporal quantum dream.
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Without the universe, there is no perception.
Without perception, there is no universe.
One is not without the other.
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The sciences have obliquely pointed out over and over, many ways, many times,
That the senses are but evolutionary, neurological creations, weavers of the mind's theater.
How long before the transcendental reality becomes clear beyond doubt,
And awareness reasserts its rightful sovereignty,
Over the conditioned usurper born of imaginary design.
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Why feel blame or guilt or regret for being cast by the genetic lottery
Into a quantum dream for which you bear no responsibility, whatsoever?
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Whether or not you ever give it your attention, whether or not you ever awaken to its ultimate reality,
Awareness is ever the same omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient, immutable absoluteness.
Unaligned to any attribute contrived by the ever-kaleidoscoping quantum dream.
You are a drop of that dream playing out a time-bound, illusory existence.
A finite witness, peering out for a fleeting while into an immeasurable mystery.
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That which is immortal, that which is without attributes, that which is unrestricted in any way.
Is the unmoving, immaculate awareness permeating all creation.
The eye that discerns all, knows all.
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Right here, right now.
The simplest, most real, most priceless place to be.
Only a modicum of imagination required.
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What passion? What desire? What rage? What fervor?
What pleasure? What pain? What joy? What sorrow? What anything?
Can reside in the timeless instantaneousness of awareness?
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That ain’t time, that ain’t space,
That is a sensory kaleildoscope playing on the screen of a quantum mind,
An immeasurable mirage from the get-go.
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The destiny, the fate, the kismet, the karma,
Of any given time, of any given moment, will never happen again.
All dreaming is a one-time parade, a one-time show.
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Call this touchy-feely, three-dimensional mystery by whatever sound you or others contrive
– God, Yahweh, Allah, Brahman, Tao, Quantum, Great Pumpkin, Whatever –
It is indifferent to all things, all attributes, including you.
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What is all the knowledge, all the wisdom, what are all the frames of reference in the world,
Without the indivisible, indelible awareness, the unknown, from which all things ascend?
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What is so infinite about that which cannot be measured?
What is not so infinite about that which cannot be measured?
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Quantum rock.
Quantum paper.
Quantum scissors.
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To see the infinitely large all the way to the infinitely small
Is to perchance discover there is really no infinitely at all.
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The universe and all its incalculable attributes
Is but ceaseless distraction from what is real.
Nothing more than a remarkable light show.
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Quantum mist.
Quantum matrix.
Quantum mystery.
Quantum indivisible.
Quantum dream.
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It is the nature of our species to spend every day and every night, believing it is all about us.
Egocentric, ethnocentric, chronocentric, geocentric, heliocentric, cosmoscentric.
Exceptions only, over-and-over, again-and-again, prove the rule.
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Another instant, another moment, another twinkling,
Another second, another minute, another hour, another day, another night,
Another week, another month, another year, another decade, another century, another millennium,
Another period, another era, another span, another epoch, another age, another eon,
A quantum medley, all kaleidoscoping in the very same eternal now.
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Yet another pleasurable or painful or lackluster experience.
Yet another memory, another perception, another insight, another morsel,
Rolling in the ephemeral wake of an inexplicable quantum dream wrought by imagination.
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All religion is absolute absurdity; there is no need to worship anything or anyone.
The universe is an unfathomable mystery, an inseparable quantum reverie, pure and simple.
We are all the same mystery, and the same mystery is all of us, equals in every way.
No need to make it any more or less than that; all else is but vain notion.
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Now is the only moment, in which the enigmatic awareness you think you exists.
There is no before, there is no after, there is no past, there is no future.
There is naught but the awareness, right here, right now,
An unknowable, timeless sentience, witness to a quantum dream.
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You are the same now that is, has ever been, will ever be.
Despite all notions to the contrary, there is no time to it.
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Why must you always label your Self this or that?
Being anonymous within and without is much more real.
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Rushing, rushing, always rushing, as though you have the power to make eternity,
That mysterious presence that is neither time nor space, somehow move any faster,
Or slower, if you believe digging in your heels will have some effect that direction.
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Imagination can wander every possible agony and ecstasy, but it ain't ultimately real,
N ever has been, never will be ... more than the fanciful glitter of the time-bound mind.
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Consciousness born of mind, born of the illusion inspired by the senses,
Ever conspires to usurp the awareness that enables its imaginary dreamtime,
But cannot because fallacy can never reign when smoke and mirrors is its only hand.
That which is but time and space can never capture even for a moment that which is eternal,
That which is unborn, that which is undying, that which is not of times and space,
That which is indivisible, prior to all that is temporal and mundane.
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The me-myself-and-I in which awareness harbors
Is nothing more than a temporal concoction of imagination.
Even the ineffable, indivisible quantum matrix has no ultimate reality,
And to fantasize it does is to assuage the insatiable mind with deceptions unending.
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You only know what the senses and mind into which they feed allow you to know,
And what is that, really, truly, but a mere sliver of the electromagnetic spectrum?
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Living for what others think of you can be a very long, very winding journey
Through an endless labyrinth of netherworlds born of imaginary notion.
The mind-body suffers, consciousness suffers, imagination suffers.
The eternal awareness you truly are – and are not – is ever untouched.
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What is the intangible we call soul, if not awareness?
And how can it be divided into yours or mine or theirs,
But through the vain arrogance of unwarranted assertion?
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You are eternity pretending a limited, ofttimes narrow vision.
Hence vanity, and its indivisible, kaleidoscoping dance
Of every virtue, every depravity imaginable.
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Are you something trying to be nothing, or nothing trying to be something?
Whatever the happenstance may be in the mind born of imagination,
It is always witnessed by the awareness, right here, right now.
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What is ego, what is will, what is me-myself-and-I but a concoction of nature-nurture?
No more than imaginary attachment to a temporal mind-body born to die,
Oftentimes more painfully, more horribly, than any deserve.
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All memory, all perception, all conception, all notion born of mind,
Are nothing more than time-bound imagination pretending existence real.
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Does anyone really aspire to do anything with their finite existence?
Or is it all merely the compulsion of the inherent nature-nurture?
Nothing more than the destined momentum of the given patterning.
An inescapable reverie playing out the delusion of meaning and purpose.
An inexplicable quantum cosmos ticking away with neither rhyme nor reason.
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Each and every life form must very much alone come to grips
With the nature-nurture scenario into which it has been cast.
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All that experience, all that knowledge, all that accumulation,
The entire frame of reference from which you draw your cosmos,
What is its real purpose but to get you to this very right-here-right-now,
The most you can be, the most you have ever been, the most you will ever be.
There is no more but what the endless cravings of imagination concoct.
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How this mystery came to be, how consciousness came to be,
Neither you nor anyone else will ever more than speculate.
It is only in the eternal stillness of the ever-present awareness
That you will ever realize any tranquility in your existential quest.
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Every creation across the cosmos is founded upon one pattern or another.
Loops that play over and over until the quantum reality morphs into new designs.
Some may be moderately changeable, but only in relatively superficial ways.
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Will you forever remain locked in the loop of your original conditioning?
Or will you learn to process critically enough to liberate your Self
From the confines to which you now so adamantly cling?
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How can all the appearances of the quantum cosmos
Be anything more than made-up states of mind
Molded by collective assumption, collective collusion,
Evolved through natural selection in the jungles of long ago.
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The awareness does not care one whit whether you are good or bad,
Right or wrong, happy or sad, smart or stupid, sage or fool,
Kind or cruel, rich or poor, black or white, or any other this or that.
It is only the imaginary notions of consciousness that bother about anything.
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The mind is always seeking security,
But the mesmerizing draw of the insoluble,
The consuming anxiety born of desire and dread,
Leaves it in all-consuming turbulence again and again.
To attain at least a smidgen of serenity, of modicum of peace,
Give your Self over to the insecurity of the ever-transient moment,
Let go the imaginary universe in your weary head, at least once in a while.
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The continuity is imaginary.
In reality the awareness is born anew every moment.
Eternal life, such as it is.
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Either you play the dream real in whatever way it calls,
Or it is the railroad tracks in one form or another for you.
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It is all instantaneously, simultaneously, come and gone as it happens.
Beginnings and endings are but imagination make-believing time real.
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Outside-the-box thinking first requires perception of the box.
If there is to be any possibility of free will, any perception beyond the given state,
The boundaries of the nature-nurture conditioning must be discerned
By the ever-present attention of immaculate awareness.
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You are not the mind-body, you are not the imagination.
You are the timeless motionlessness of the unborn-undying awareness
Peering out in whatever way the quantum indivisibility has without effort contrived.
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For those forever pursuing the ultimate answer, here it is: There is no ultimate answer.
Imagination will never find any truth that is not imaginary.
A busy mind is its own miasma.
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You are the timeless awareness that is neither infinite nor infinitesimal,
Nor any other description known to the mind-body born of limitation.
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If you have not somehow released your Self
From greed and vanity before death’s final reckoning,
You most certainly will the instant after.
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It all boils down to the only you, the only awareness there is;
The indivisible all in one and one in all, call it what you will.
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Death is the bona fide release from the mystery of existence,
But doing it ahead of time while living is the challenge
To which mystics great to small spin their minds.
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In the total context of the cosmos, earth is little more than a tiny dust ball
With a great variety of life forms scrambling about its relatively thin crust.
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Scientific method is the most exact means humankind has yet devised
To measure, to examine, the parameters of this manifest quantum dimension.
If there are other dimensions in this intrepid electromagnetic spectrum,
No doubt any intelligence is exploring it as thoroughly as possible
Through whatever ways and means circumstance allows.
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The newborn is but the tabula rasa of awareness until consciousness is gradually conditioned
By the winds of time, by the agony and ecstasy of the given nature-nurture.
Awakening is to be reborn into that unadorned state.
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No ultimate point to anything at all, really; existence is but a sensory-mind dream.
And the dream is nothing more than quantum mist born of an impenetrable mystery.
Pure, unadulterated illusion witnessed by an awareness without beginning, without end.
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In complete attention to anything unutterably engaging,
Little self evaporates and the awareness of true Self reigns,
Until the imaginary usurper regains its imaginary throne.
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Reality is not as concrete as thought would have it.
In fact, it is not concrete, not tangible, not palpable, at all.
Dubbing it a quantum dream is as close to truth as truth allows.
No need to create, no point in creating, any belief system, whatsoever.
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Nationalism is nothing more than tribalism on a sizeable scale,
And tribalism is nothing more than the collective me-myself-and-I
That is all about the imaginary you peering out into a sensory dream.
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What is the point of all this trying to measure the immeasurable?
What is this inquisitiveness, this curiosity, this mind that never rests?
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The sensory mind, mesmerized by the sirens of quantum to wander the vibrations of light and sound,
Cast all creation into an impromptu theater that ceaselessly kaleidoscopes on in its metered way,
Carrying all organic life forms though a dream of awareness made apparent through time.
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Time is but a memory, a perception, a vision, an insight, a timeless flicker of imagination,
Sparked of the electromagnetic spectrum generating the invention of existence.
Upon a more esoteric scaffold, it has been called the Lila of Brahman.
The means by which the mystery may be eternally distracted,
With but a relative few stimulated by stubborn doubt
To quest, to wander, prior to consciousness.
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Given the nature of the human genome,
The newborn may not be full-on-free-and-clear tabula rasa,
But for all practical purposes the awareness is without a cloud in windless sky.
Its untrammeled mind is as blank a slate as it ever will be again.
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All existence is process.
No beginnings, no endings, just process.
Cause and effect streaming seamlessly, ever-kaleidoscoping,
Ever dreaming on until death takes center stage,
And the curtain forever falls.
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Like air filling up a balloon, unconcerned its size or shape or color,
Who-what-where-when-why-how it will wander, when it will pop or deflate.
The same indivisible essence equally filling all things great to small for all eternity.
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This eternal moment is all you are, all you have.
Observe it well, for it is ever come and gone
Before you can even begin to perceive it.
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Without sight … hearing, taste, smell, feeling, would craft a different universe.
Without hearing … taste, smell, feeling, sight, would craft a different universe.
Without taste … smell, feeling, sight, hearing, would craft a different universe.
Without smell … feeling, sight, hearing, taste, would craft a different universe.
Without feeling … sight, hearing, taste, smell, would craft a different universe.
Without two or more of the above, the ones left would craft a different universe.
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Across the world, across all time, every culture has contrived folklore and wisdom
To explain the mystery from which all have come into being.
They are all right; they are all wrong.
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What difference to the ultimate whether anything is this way or that.
The indivisible realm is inviolable, untouchable, sacrosanct, sacred.
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Awareness sees nothing.
Awareness hears nothing.
Awareness smells nothing.
Awareness tastes nothing.
Awareness feels nothing.
Awareness thinks nothing.
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There is no divinity, no supreme being, in charge.
The given cosmos is a dynamic unto its Self,
In which detachment and disinterest
Are imbedded in the bottom line.
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Had you been left to your own devices without any input from the given culture,
What might you have imagined this mystery to be,
If anything?
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The only freedom from vain notion
Is in the pure awareness prior to consciousness,
And that only for as long as the given mind can fully attend it.
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It is not your Self that you should question, should doubt,
But the imaginary dream into which you have been cast.
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Even in the face of the most abominable roles consciousness might parlay,
Is it possible for any spirit to not reflect the purity of its absolute nature?
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You shall be right-here-right-now forever.
All yesterdays are but dreamy memories,
All tomorrows but dreamy projections.
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Consciousness is rooted in the instinctual mind
Evolved of the fierce, remorseless jungles of long ago.
It cannot be undone but through the most discerning attention.
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What is true religion but timeless awareness.
Consciousness is but imagination dreaming.
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Sounds are here and gone, ever-changing.
Visions are here and gone, ever-changing.
Tastes are here and gone, ever-changing.
Smells are here and gone, ever-changing.
Touching is here and gone, ever-changing.
All things are here and gone, ever-changing.
Only in indivisible awareness does change still.
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Sometimes you fill the mind-body; sometimes you empty it.
The variations and fluctuations of this manifest creation
Covers every point of the electromagnetic spectrum.
* * * *
Surround sound, surround vision, surround smell, surround taste, surround touch,
Is the virtual reality of the right-here-right-now of the timeless awareness you are.
* * * *
Supreme being is not an entity; it is not a dualistic notion.
It is the awareness, the indivisibility, the timelessness, the quintessence,
Within all creations great to small in the omnipresence, omnipotent, omniscient sense.
It is the beingness, the nowness, that reigns unconditional.
It is the absolute, it is eternity.
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In awareness, the seeker distinguishes Self.
In imagination the seeker seeks and seeks, on and on.
Breathe in, breathe out, to discern how eternity is far too simple
For the busy-busy of imagination to long endure.
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How can we ever more than speculate
How any other creature, any other earthling,
Discerns its quantum of a universe.
* * * *
Good friends are the closest thing to true family, true tribe,
That you can possibly have in this quantum dreamtime.
Note that your mother may or may not be included.
* * * *
You have always been right here, right now.
Imagination is a time machine born of illusion.
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Your genetic past is the foundation of the patterning you are right here, right now.
Everything you say, everything you do, was written in your sands
Long before eternity bloomed into consciousness.
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In a dualistic universe, there is no light without dark, good without evil,
Right without wrong, pleasure without pain, flow without ebb, yes without no.
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Whether in the world and of it or not,
It is the same indivisible quantum source.
How all play it is the call of the personal kind.
* * * *
In awareness, imagination is its own weaver of heavens and hells,
And every category, every variety, every strand, of purgatory between.
* * * *
This is your story, the truth of you.
Hopefully, it worked out relatively well.
Hopefully, you did not wish it away.
Hopefully, the dream played true.
* * * *
Do you truly yearn for the freedom of eternal awareness,
Or is it merely the huff and puff of agreeable words?
* * * *
The zombie-like stares of young minds adrift in one screen or another,
Dreaming in the virtual reality of quantum design of the mind-made one.
* * * *
A most earnest determination is required to truthfully inquire into this inexplicable dream of time.
Any agenda concocted by any other offers nothing more than a long-and-winding labyrinth,
Replete with every imaginable smoke-and-mirror-illusory-deflection-of-a-distraction.
Whenever you are of a mind to every moment be the timeless state of awareness,
It will ever be the same right-here-right-now it has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
This dreamy universe is all about chemistry playing out in ways beyond imagining.
It is about how the kaleidoscoping quantum theater is every moment patterned.
The entire cabaret is nothing more than an ever-changing puzzle of a matrix.
* * * *
Endorphins are central to human behavior patterns.
How any respond to any given scenario, to any given moment,
Depends on the endorphins that are released into the given mind-body.
No one need give themselves over to any conditioned response
But through the subjective levels of attachment
That rule their version of the cosmos.
* * * *
You need not react, need not respond, need not answer, to anything, but through your own volition.
It is requires only your becoming acutely aware of the chemistries blended of desire and fear.
It requires observing closely, every moment, the feelings any given combination ordains,
Rather than simply giving awareness over to the conditioned mind-body responses.
The endorphin meter is set by the level of attachment to any given scenario.
To be as free as humanly possible is to function at a level of awareness
Challenging to manifest for any great duration of so-called time.
In other words, the indivisible now, the timeless moment,
The awareness you truly are in this reverie of time,
Is, far more often than not, being interminably shanghaied
By the time-bound imagination you are not, were not, will never be.
* * * *
If there is nirvana, it is surely in the purest state of awareness,
To which the myriad knowns of consciousness entirely evaporate.
A pristine state to which complete and utter aloneness is the key.
* * * *
Love is nothing more than an imaginary human concoction.
An evolutionary consequence of the mammalian nervous system,
That has no reality whatsoever in the awareness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
All your life you have followed some so-called religious archetype,
Deceiving your Self in one way or another with the ashes of a cultish tradition.
Yet here you are with that gnawing hunger to finally discover the truth behind the charade.
To finally apprehend, to finally yield, to the immaculate awareness you truly are.
And have only lacked the audacity to fully own, to fully stand alone.
* * * *
To without doubt grasp this inexplicable, impenetrable, inscrutable, incomprehensible,
Indecipherable, inseparable, indelible, mystical-magical mystery of awareness,
As indivisibly fearless and desireless and guileless as it absolutely is,
The resolute seeker can lie to anyone but himself, and only in special cases.
* * * *
Closely observe the insatiable craving for more of anything and everything,
And realize its intoxicating dynamic is entirely born of imagination,
That is itself risen of the instinctual origin of the species.
We are but a relatively brief advent in this magical-mystery tour.
* * * *
Awareness is incapable of doing anything and everything.
It is through consciousness’s genetic proficiency at spinning the quantum
In ways limited only by the given spectrum of imagination.
* * * *
True belief, true faith, true knowing, do not flower in dogma.
Discern the indivisible to slash the Gordian Knot of doubt.
* * * *
The psychic weight of space and time is played out daily in every mind.
It is the quantum mirage that inspires endless impromptu
In humankind’s epic collusion of imagination.
* * * *
The mystery gave its Self a magical garden world,
With an abundant diversity of psychotropic and other substances,
That it might, in a temporal setting, discern its timeless prior-to-quantum presence.
* * * *
How has this awareness come to be? And can its indelible nature ever be known?
Can its ever-present reality ever be truly discerned as more than a conception of consciousness?
How can that which is timeless, that which is indivisible, that which is unborn-undying,
That which is prior to all that is quantum, ever be confined, or even touched,
By the time-bound-sensory-mind cosmos fashioned of imagination?
* * * *
There are a variety of remarkable substances
That will aid your discerning the truth of this mystery of existence.
That this quantum dream of time and space, of agony and ecstasy, of all dualistic notion,
Is ultimately nothing more than an imaginary light and sound show.
That you are absolutely alone for all eternity,
And cannot do a friggin’ thing about it,
Except succumb to one diversion after another,
Until you perchance wake up and stop smelling the roses.
* * * *
All judgments, opinions, conclusions, assessments, beliefs, prejudices, stereotypes, and the like,
Are ultimately meaningless, yet largely unavoidable given the dualistic nature of the sensory mind.
Best keep as many to yourself as possible if you aspire to the tranquility of political expediency.
* * * *
In any given sensory theater across the cosmos, across all creation,
Is it at all possible for consciousness to inspire anything but dualistic perception
In all but those rare few gifted with eyes that see and ears that hear.
* * * *
There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow.
There is only the right-here-right-now
Of the indivisibly timeless today.
* * * *
What is this awareness?
What is this perceiving we call soul?
Is it truly something distinct, something definite?
Or merely yet another resonant assumption of consciousness?
If awareness is soul, you are soul; if awareness is not soul, you are not soul.
How any prefer to see it is their own affair, and theirs alone,
As it is for every other, under any sun.
* * * *
Mother Nature is an absolutely impartial creator-destroyer.
She will raise you up and grind you down with the same equanimity.
It is up to you, and you alone, to survive, to persist, the dream of time between.
* * * *
The singular, indivisible, ever-present now is the only point
At which the quantum spark of consciousness is touched by the senses,
The memory of which generates the illusion of time and space.
What is called reality is but a kaleidoscoping dream.
* * * *
How can the awareness, in which there is no trace of space and time,
Ever be known by the device that is the architect of space and time?
* * * *
What are success and failure to those who seek, those who discern,
Those whose calling is the indelible, indivisible, immortal awakening?
* * * *
Statistically improbable as it well may be in the grand immensity of the ever-expanding cosmos,
It is always possible that we are the one and only civilization that this vast universe as ever spawned.
To assume other worlds were, or will be, the right size in the right sun with the right chemistry
With an evolutionary track that fostered forests with mammalian life, opposable thumbs,
Larynxes, lungs, arms, legs , tool-making brains – or something equally capable –
Might well be dubious, despite the near-infinity of star-crossed possibilities.
* * * *
Resisting the ever-present, indivisible nature of awareness is futile.
Consciousness is but temporal passenger of a mortal dream.
And must inevitably relinquish its reverie at one point or another.
It is the fate of all great to small to drown in the sea of timeless oblivion.
* * * *
What on earth leads human beings to believe any deity worth its salt
Would be at all interested in, at all concerned about, their pathetic tripe?
Imagine listening to all that wretched whining, day after day, for all eternity.
* * * *
Is it as much religion or spirituality as it is being in touch
With the timeless actuality of pure, undifferentiated awareness,
Without all the missteps and mishaps and absurdities of consciousness,
And the ceaselessly insufferable array of temporal vanities
Born of desire’s intoxication with imagination.
* * * *
Heaven, hell, purgatory, call them what you will, are but conceptual perceptions,
Attitudes, insights, experiences, beliefs, realities, dreamscapes, notions, impressions,
Equally witnessed by the indelibly indivisible, eternal awareness of any given moment.
* * * *
Now the mind-body is doing this, now the mind-body is doing that,
None of it the awareness that is you without imagination assuming it so.
* * * *
The Me, the Myself, the I, are nothing more
Than the intangible, inseparable, indelible awareness,
Usurped by the dualistic notions of consciousness, of imagination.
* * * *
You are but timeless awareness peering through a quantum veil.
The you that you believe you are is but an imaginary concoction.
* * * *
How does mountain become a plain but by flowing into it.
How does a plain become a mountain but by upwelling into it.
In every greater there is a lesser; in every lesser there is a greater.
There is no stasis in this indivisible mystery of quantum design.
* * * *
A mystery pretending to be a human being, an earthling, a cosmic being.
A mystery pretend to be a white-male-labels-unending American.
A mystery that happened to happen, no reason known.
* * * *
Call it God, call it Soul, call it Whatever, there is only one mystery,
And it splinters into as many shards as any given universe will allow.
* * * *
The awareness you are is immortal; only the body dies.
You are older than the stars, younger than the moment.
* * * *
Whenever thought attaches to any sort of attribute,
Imagination usurps reality, death raises its conditional mind,
And the indivisible awareness seamlessly dissipates from center stage,
Serenely witnessing the eternal dream from behind the veil of consciousness,
The cloak that flutters amok in every rational and irrational way imagination allows.
* * * *
‘The’ stillness before time? Or ‘a’ stillness before time?
‘The’ awareness before time? Or ‘an’ awareness before time?
Definitive or tentative, absolute or transitory, you decide.
* * * *
If there is any calling in this ineffable mystery,
Surely the highest is discerning the unknown.
* * * *
You can sit in ashrams staring at walls,
Or freely meander the dream doing whatever you will.
From any beginning to any ending, it matters not a speck of an iota.
* * * *
It is the eyes that create the greatest sense of separation within and without.
None of the other senses enhance dualistic notion in anywhere near the same way.
This grand theater matrix, this quantum dreamtime would not be without them.
* * * *
In this ever-changing quantum matrix,
No matter how many times anything is observed,
Neither it nor the mind’s eye of the beholder
Are ever even for a moment the same.
* * * *
There appear to be no stops in the senseless ways
To play out what appear to be an infinite array of insanities
Available in this manifest theater of consciousness.
* * * *
Whether you discern it or not, I know I am you, and you are me,
And we, no matter the discourse, no matter the fate,
Are ultimately born of the same mystery.
* * * *
Time for mystics to stand up and be counted,
To stand up to the innumerable insufferable tyrannies
Of so-called religions and other fabrications across the board.
That, of course, always runs risks of being stoned or burnt at the stake
Or some other time-honored practice of doing away with witches and heretics.
* * * *
There is no ‘Me’, no ‘Myself’, no ‘I’, in the indivisibility of awareness, how can there be?
The given mind that asserts its dream real and true, is but a conditioned illusion,
An ever-changing, temporal, quantum phantom born of imagination.
* * * *
It is the immortal awareness we all equally are that carries on
In whatever seedlings are available in this grand manifest theater.
Your particular notion of individuality is but a one-time dreamtime.
There is no heaven, there is no hell, but whatever imagination imagines.
* * * *
Imagination is but a streaming quantum dream,
Usurping awareness to fabricate an imaginary self.
It is only in a very still mind that you will be true Self.
* * * *
If you want to be totality,
Be the right-here-right-now awareness
As much as the given mind in space and time allows.
* * * *
The many attachments to which all are bound
Are subjective concoctions of our own individual imagination.
To be unbound, one must cast off into the indivisible solitude of pure awareness
From which all quantum creations are every moment spun.
* * * *
You are an ethereal cloud of awareness
Poking about the conditioned concoction
Of a sensory-mind dream of space and time.
* * * *
Answer me this, Pilgrim: When have you ever even once not been
The timeless, indivisible, undying, enduring, right-here-right-now?
* * * *
If you were lost at sea, bobbing in the immense emptiness, totally alone, with no hope of survival,
It would really be no different than if you were sitting in your living room doing boob-tube shuffle.
* * * *
The you that you dream you are, is but a set of perceptions,
A collection of memories, a frame of reference, a grab bag of attributes,
Imagining your character real, your body real, your world real, your universe real.
Real being nothing more than an ever-changing quantum illusion
Mesmerizing the awareness equally permeating all.
* * * *
Geometric forms have absolutely no reality in nature.
Lines, circles, triangles, squares, pentagons, and all the many other shapes,
Are but conceptual creations by minds imagining perfect order,
In an indivisible mirage born of quantum chaos.
* * * *
You are the perfect, most indivisible you.
You are not flawed in any way or shape or form.
Imperfect minds formulate archetypes that can never be,
Like geometric shapes which have absolutely no reality in nature.
Leave behind all who would limit your dream of time.
Party on as you are, Pilgrim, party on.
* * * *
The philosophers scrutinize with their language.
The scientists and mathematicians with their facts and figures.
All dispatching imperative thoughts and conclusion upon every this, every that,
To the awareness, the anonymity, the obscurity, the spaciousness, the timelessness, the stillness,
The wakefulness that witnesses all eternity with equally immeasurable detachment.
* * * *
If you believe that any words, any numbers, mean anything to the mystery of now,
You must also imagine that wind and clouds mean something to the spacious sky.
Awareness is all, and the motley shards are but players wafting across the stage.
* * * *
What cause means anything to the sands of time?
Ever blowing, ever blowing, on and on and on.
* * * *
It might have happened ten seconds ago, ten years ago, or ten thousand years ago.
What is time, what is space, but the quantum-made concoction of imagination?
* * * *
What does it mean to exist? What does it mean to be alive?
What does it mean for the quantum mystery to be conscious of itself?
What does it mean for the all but immeasurable electromagnetic spectrum
To be able explore even an infinitesimal sliver of its boggling potential?
What does it mean for you to be pondering this thought right now?
* * * *
What is the eternal mind?
A mind that is awareness.
A mind that is perpetual.
A mind that is quantum.
A mind that is timeless.
A mind that is infinite.
A mind that is unborn.
A mind that is undying.
A mind that is absolute.
A mind that is immortal.
A mind that is indivisible.
A mind that is ever-present.
A mind that is ever-tranquil.
A mind that knows nothing.
A mind that is immaculate.
A mind that is everlasting.
A mind that is unbound.
A mind that is at rest.
A mind that is clear.
A mind that is solitary.
A mind that is sovereign.
A mind that is no mind at all.
* * * *
The consequences of the Seven Deadly Sins:
Pride and envy and gluttony and lust and wrath and greed and sloth,
Are eternities of universes beyond counting.
Moderation is the challenge.
* * * *
What effort it takes to hold that imaginary universe together.
So much simpler to abide in the pure awareness of eternity.
* * * *
Awareness is pristine and immaculate and clear of any blemish or stain,
But is it at all possible for consciousness to be without judgment?
Is not everything thought one form of judgment or another?
Opinions, assumptions, stereotypes, conventions, ideals,
Ethics, principles, labels, laws, pigeonholes, beliefs,
Conclusions, notions, expectations, values, norms,
Any patterns, any definitions, any attitudes, whatsoever.
The roots of pride, of vanity, are saturated with all of the above.
* * * *
Why are some so surprised that our fellow earthlings are intelligent?
We are all products of the same indivisible quantum essence.
We are all playing our parts in the same dreamtime.
Why would they not be our equals in their own awareness?
* * * *
We are all very much alone together in this boggling quantum mystery theater.
Everyone has their own vision, their own insight, their own conclusion, their own sovereignty.
No one can possibly see it the same, so why should anyone be at all concerned
What anyone else thinks or says or writes or does?
* * * *
No matter how far you wander, how long you wander, where you wander, how you wander,
You will ever be abiding in the very same eternal prior-to-consciousness awareness.
You will ever be enduring in the very same perpetual right-here-right-now.
* * * *
What point to knowing it all, having it all, being it all, seeing it all, winning it all?
No matter the genetic role allotted, you are forever the same awareness,
You are ever the same essence, the same undying ever-present.
* * * *
Every life form ever born is of the same source.
Biological organisms sculpted of the same quantum essence.
No matter how large, no matter how small, none are really different at all.
For humankind to assert itself distinct or superior in any way, in any shape, in any form,
Is nothing more than consciousness imagining a collusion of delusion.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness.
Awareness is eternal, timeless, boundless.
Consciousness is temporal, time-bound, limited.
A dream and dreamer ensnared in a quantum mirage.
* * * *
So many words, so many concepts, so many philosophies, so many dogmas.
All artificial, all just to describe, to explain, to illustrate, to capture, what always boils down
To the same timeless, unborn, undying, ungraspable mystery of awareness.
The eternal source that requires absolutely none of it.
* * * *
Why should it take any effort to be what you are?
It most certainly did not when you were very young.
If there is effort, consciousness is ever the usual suspect.
If consciousness is but a dream, why give it credence?
* * * *
All creation is devised of the same common denominator,
The same essence, the same ground, the same matrix, the same quantum,
Conservation of energy, indeed.
* * * *
So many arguing and fighting and shunning and killing
Over assumptions about a mystery they can never solve.
* * * *
Why fill your immaculate, indivisible, eternal mind
With all these religious labels, with all these religious dogmas,
To which our kind is so needlessly, pointlessly addicted?
Awareness is all there is, and there ain’t no more.
* * * *
Awareness will always remain exactly the same no matter how it is branded.
It is impossible to burden its stillness with any twist or turn of conscious design.
* * * *
It is all merely indivisible quantum matter
Playing out a show in each and every mind,
None of it ultimately mattering all the while.
* * * *
To give the mystery of awareness any name is dubious.
It is far too great a mystery to be confined in any way.
* * * *
Call it Brahman, call it Tao, call it Buddha, call it God, call it Yahweh, call it Allah,
Call it Great Spirit, call it Soul, call it Quantum, call it You, call it whatever you please,
It is far too great, far to inscrutable a mystery to be limited in any way, any shape, any form.
* * * *
The human mind, human consciousness, is an insatiable beast,
Ravenously consuming everything it can, seeking experience at every level,
Including attempting to grasp, to know, the immeasurable unknown,
Whose indelible mystery is eternally, indivisibly unbreachable.
* * * *
At the end of any given day, at the end of any given life,
You will be the same awareness, the same right-hereness-right-nowness,
That you were at the beginning of the given day of the given life.
* * * *
Are the one-percenters and their minions ever truly loyal
To anything but gold and the things it buys, the things it owns?
Only too late do the Midases discover the immeasurable they have lost.
* * * *
The relatively negligible persona you play in that mortal container is a one-time show,
An extemporaneous fabrication of imagination that has no fundamental reality, whatsoever.
What you truly are is indivisibly more, and there is nothing individual, nothing personal about it.
* * * *
It is religions that are dead, not god.
That which is immortal source is very much present.
Very much eternally, indivisibly, permanently, right here, right now.
Very much the awareness, the witness, you truly are.
* * * *
The given brain is a quantum tool in which you abide for a fated time,
And with awareness and gumption and grit, and a pinch of good fortune,
You will perchance learn to maneuver it well, and without too much fallout.
* * * *
All chronicles are but piecemeal fabrications of illusory perceptions
Born of sensory minds wandering about a quantum playhouse.
Time is unreal, space is unreal, light is unreal, sound is unreal.
All is but imaginary notion, make-believe narratives from any get-go.
Only the immaculate awareness through which consciousness streams is real.
* * * *
What is this me, what is this myself, what is this I, but a time-bound dream of self-absorption.
Egocentric … ethnocentric … chronocentric … geocentric … heliocentric … cosmoscentric.
It is all about an imaginary me-me-me projecting in every way, every shape, every form.
* * * *
All the gusty flurries of the mind are of absolutely no consequence to the eternal awareness.
The myriad concoctions of imagination are but time-bound fabrications
Of an ever-changing make-believe reality.
If you yearn for tranquility, if you yearn for true Self,
Abide the cosmos kaleidoscoping about you in the ground of awareness.
* * * *
The motley winds of consciousness with all its attributes, all its dualities:
Black and white hot and cold, full and empty, good and evil, life and death,
Has absolutely nothing to do with the still awareness through which it blows.
* * * *
Mother Nature is immortal creator and destroyer.
Every moment simultaneously making and unmaking.
An ever-changing quantum apparition playing at existence.
Ever streaming, kaleidoscoping, appearing, dissolving.
Unconditionally, indivisibly, nothing all the while.
* * * *
You are the ever-present awareness, commandeered by the given biological container,
Sailing the illusion of space-time playing out whatever consciousness its capacity allows.
* * * *
Who is your tribe?
Who are your parents, your siblings?
What is you gender, your race, your religion, your culture?
What are all your attachments to this dreamtime world, or some rumored next one?
And what, by the way, makes you so sure any of it is truly real,
Or that you were ever even born?
* * * *
The challenge is to not confuse the witness you are with what is witnessed.
To not attach in any way, in any shape, in any form, the awareness you truly are
With the sensory-inspired illusion-delusion of time and space kaleidoscoping about you.
You are pure awareness cloaked in a quantum reverie; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Do not confuse the witness you are with what is witnessed.
Do not attach, do not cling in any way, in any shape, in any form,
The mystery you are, with the dream playing out about you.
* * * *
Awareness is simultaneously, indivisibly, indelibly prior
To any and all illusions sponsored by space and time.
* * * *
Ponder, if you will, every life form from great to small, sentient to insentient,
All born of the same indivisible mystery, all born with the same immutable awareness.
Each and every one, very much alone, crafting its own unique translation of the quantum play,
Each and every one simultaneously imagining an existence, a world, a universe, in its own distinct way.
* * * *
Timeless awareness is what you are, is all you are.
The quantum theater and all its countlessly boggling attributes
Is but an imaginary, touchy-feely, three-dimensional light and sound show.
A dream of time and space ever gone as quickly as it came.
* * * *
The vanity of the human drama is a ceaseless, absurdity-laden circus.
Buddha did it his way, Hitler did it his, your mother did it hers.
What difference in the indivisible quantum reality, really?
* * * *
The ephemeral ground of imagination
Is built upon the ever-present quantum swirl.
The everything, the everywhere, nothing all the while.
* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is but a swirl of illusion
A dream to which you may or may not choose to subscribe.
* * * *
All human beings are shaped by the nature-nurture into which they are involuntarily cast.
All are conditioned, trained, programmed, indoctrinated, disciplined, humbled, tamed, cultivated,
Domesticated, subjugated, suppressed, conquered, curbed, pacified, repressed, brainwashed.
To unshackle one’s true Self, to un-wash the mind, requires a great deal of discernment.
Each, very much alone, must choose, must grapple, to be free of all the absurdity.
* * * *
Awareness is all there is, awareness is all there is not.
Ever-present, indivisible, immortal, unborn, undying, unbound.
The time and space continuum is but an fleeting illusion of the quantum mind.
* * * *
It is more than likely every other life form in this quantum garden
Lives in the ever-present, unborn-undying awareness
More than the most awakened sage.
* * * *
The sensory mind hungers every moment for the cosmos it creates.
Only an austere-ascetic-frugal self-discipline can hold the beast at bay.
* * * *
Why would it really matter whether anyone ever thinks about you, whether anyone cares about you?
The reality, harsh as it may seem, is that you are timelessly, indivisibly alone.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Life is a convoluted dream: Why should you not be convoluted dreamer?
Why should you be bound by any precept or principle, any theory or formula,
Any rule or law, any decree or edict, any order or directive, any concept or notion?
Why should you be obligated to any human-made mind-gorp, whatsoever?
* * * *
What curious things sensory-inspired perceptions are.
Given so much credence, despite being entirely born up the wings of imagination.
Stories all, to whatever end, only imagination cares.
* * * *
Why would you ever presume that your awareness, your operating system, your source code,
Is any different, any greater, any lesser, than that of any other living life form great to small?
You are not superior or inferior to anything in this inexplicable, indivisible, quantum mystery.
* * * *
Without life, is there death?
Without good, is there evil?
Without light, is there dark?
Without white, is there black?
Without ecstasy, is there agony?
Without right, is there wrong?
Without love, is there hate?
Without yes, is there no?
Without either, is there or?
What is duality but a menagerie
Of an all but infinite array of possibilities
In which all dreams of consciousness dance their dance.
* * * *
Your body? If it is your body, why is it always changing?
Where was it before you were born? Where will it be after you die?
And while in it, have you ever really been anything more than solitary witness
To a boggling, sensory-inspired, ever-present, quickly-passing dream?
We call it space, we call it time, we call it real, we call it true,
But is it all any more than dubious assumption?
* * * *
The electromagnetic spectrum is a mighty huge, relatively unknowable mystery,
Despite all scientific and mathematical and religious and philosophical and mystical
And every other subjective and piecemeal investigation and assumption to the contrary.
* * * *
Duality’s menagerie is required for this dream
To play its play, dance its dance, sing its song.
* * * *
Destiny is all, all is destiny,
Naught but a blink, a blip, a flash, a pfft, in all eternity,
Whatever that is, or is not.
* * * *
Knowing and unknowing, what difference to the timeless clarity of pure awareness?
Whether cloudy or clear, the skies are ever untouched by the trammels of consciousness.
Yes, your apparatus is perhaps more complex, your consciousness, your mind, more adroit,
But the essential awareness can be no different across any and all universes,
Or even the inexplicable dimensions beyond all beyonds.
* * * *
Ultimate truth, ultimate reality, whatever it is, whatever it is not,
Can never be ascertained through any means by the dream of consciousness.
All the perceptions, all the assumptions, that have ever played out in this quantum theater
Are naught but an ever-momentary, ever-intangible, ever-relative, burst of imagination in awareness.
* * * *
All those now living, now abiding this desecrated world, will relatively soon be dead and forever gone.
What we all thought and did about and to each other, what we all assumed real and true,
Will not matter even one scintilla to anyone but a relatively few academics
And other accumulators of all things absurd and mundane.
Assuming, of course, anyone manages to survive
The dream we are bequeathing.
Soundbites
Regarding the mystery, you will never really know more than you did the moment you were conceived.
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Awareness is the intelligence that witnesses, that abides, any quantum context.
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The heart of awareness is the release of space and time with a full breath and an attentive mind.
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You are the mystery of awareness, peering out into a sensory mirage.
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Vanity is attachment to the quantum theater; the personal usurping the indivisible.
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How this awareness came to be can never be known.
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What is any universe but a mind and five senses imagining it so.
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Be content to let it remain a mystery.
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Awareness is without attachment.
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It is that kind of mystery.
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A dream to which we have in ignorance submitted.
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The cosmos you knew a moment ago no longer exists.
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What differences are there, really, but those projected by the given quantum mind.
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Cultivate the unknown, cultivate wonder, cultivate bliss.
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Assume the universe, and voilà!
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The unknown is, well, unknown.
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How can the cosmic dance be appreciated by a mind that does not know how to dance?
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The mind is a quantum screen upon which time and space play their illusion.
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Only in timeless awareness is there freedom from the known.
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How can the immaculate awareness be mine or yours or theirs or any other’s?
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How can you be anything but totally attentive to the indelible mystery you are?
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How has imagination so usurped your awe that you are blind to your mystery?
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Where is the boundary between you and your universe?
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What is time but a function of memory cells, make-believing perceptions more than a mirage.
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Awareness is all; to give it any name is meaningless.
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All measurement means squat to the immeasurable.
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Every dream a universe unto its Self.
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Awareness is the sentience; quantum, the vehicle that allows perception.
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You see an identity; the sage, eternity.
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Why waste your time believing anything? Stand alone, be free.
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Neither he nor she nor it, the mystery is.
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It has always been these modern times.
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Extrapolate into infinity, or at least as far as you can.
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Oh, faceless one, what will you leave us this time?
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Every mind a universe unto its Self.
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When will you embrace the mystery you are?
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What are you but a consequence of natural selection; naught but a Darwinian dream.
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Quantum is to awareness what clouds are to the sky.
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Quantum rock, quantum paper, quantum scissors.
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Awareness is the only thing one might say exists, and it does not, either.
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Union is awareness, pure and free of all attributes known or otherwise.
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Three eyes; two for the world, the third for eternity.
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What vanity can there be in the eternal timelessness of awareness?
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The never-ending story of absurdity infinitum.
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How can the awareness at every point of your ever-changing existence not be the same?
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You are never as free as when you are anonymously alone, naught but pure awareness.
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You are a bubble of consciousness permeated by awareness.
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A waste of time? Or awareness?
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There you go again, thinking you can somehow make the eternal awareness move any faster or slower.
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The freedom of aloneness is the supreme state.
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What peace, total aloneness.
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You are eternity.
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Do you really know any more than the nature-nurture of your quantum dream allows?
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In everything, eternity.
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Creation and destruction are an indivisible dynamic.
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Is it about you expanding into eternity, or eternity downsizing into you?
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How can you cling to the timeless awareness when it is but an intangible, ephemeral, thingless state?
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Does true Self exist?
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Amuse yourself however you will, it is, after all is said and done, but a dream born of mind.
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The mind is ever rebuilding its imaginary universe.
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Why would it ever matter to the awareness what you do?
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We are all the same mystery; be content with that.
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The universe is born anew each and every instant, as are you.
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Why give your Self over to any speculation?
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The real You, is born and unborn every instant.
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It has always been, will ever be, this same awareness timelessly being.
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In every mind imagination weaves a dream to which it holds until its dying day.
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Dreams passing in the night.
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Awareness is what it is; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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There is no fear in the moment, in the awareness; only in imagination.
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Your universe is as small as it is big.
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The only real war is imaginary self versus true Self, and little self must lose to win.
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Did that really happen, or was it just a dream? What difference, really?
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When the entire universe is but a speck in your awareness, you will be you.
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Life is in the living: timeless, indivisible, immortally ever-present,
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Truth stands alone, indivisibly timeless.
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Be the awareness, be the attention.
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Future-past is in each and every moment as it happens in the awareness of consciousness.
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Dive into the abyss of aloneness, and know the indelible peace of Self.
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It is all conceived of stillness.
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We are all wandering the same stage in different universes.
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What quantum wants, quantum gets.
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This is what it all boils down to: There is only you, all alone, imagining it all.
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All genius is the quantum evolution come unto flower.
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Engaged in a dream.
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Thought is finite, thought is infinite, indivisible all the while.
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Hell is infinitely divisible; heaven, infinitely indivisible.
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You are an organism playing out an evolutionary context in a quantum dream.
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Where is the ego in awareness?
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Imagination, the dreambaker.
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As always, the universe is an interesting dream.
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Why give over to sorrow when the key to bliss is indivisible detachment.
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Destroy your universe whenever you please.
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How long is eternity? Not long at all, actually, nor short at all, either.
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No matter how much they hoot and holler, nobody knows the unknown.
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Awareness is neither good nor evil nor any other dualistic notion; it simply is.
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That eternal thing; that eternal thingless.
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No imagination, no universe.
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A quantum flurry.
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Through your attention, your presence, the mystery is honored.
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You are the knowing of awareness.
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We are all walking on the same stage in different universes; none even remotely the same.
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The awakened are Self-contained.
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Awareness is the knowing.
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Has the awareness ever even once moved?
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Why believe in any deity outside your Self?
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Life as it is known is death, and death, life eternal.
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It is your hunger that both expands and contracts your cosmos.
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Self-absorbed? Or absorbing Self?
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The awareness that is prior to consciousness is prior to all stories.
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The difference between you and me is but an imaginary universe.
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The universe that imagination built.
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Alone and free, for all eternity, the way it ought to be.
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Far, far, infinitely far more unwritten history than written.
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Life is a long dance in stillness.
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Prior to consciousness, prior to imagination.
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Challenge the fear, challenge the hunger, attend the awareness.
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Quantum fare, quantum faire.
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Focusing on things only make them better or worse; no difference to the indivisible.
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The many-faced coin of duality.
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Consciousness is the bloom of the quantum creation.
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Imagination shaping your universe to whatever degree capacity and limitation allow.
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It is in awareness, not consciousness, in which you will find your Self.
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You are every moment unborn-undying.
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Where is space? Where is time? Look for your Self.
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Why believe in anything? Is not awareness enough?
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All deities are fabrications of fear of the unknown and the desire for more.
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All life is the same nameless traveler, each with its own unique dream of a universe.
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We are all normal in our imaginary universes.
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To unlock eternity, you must unlock your Self.
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You are unknown, you are unseen.
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What you really are, and are not, is the awareness upon which all creation is imagined.
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The unknown knowingly unknown again.
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You are quantum and the entirety of its electromagnetic spectrum.
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Truth cannot be known, only intuited, and then only in the most momentary, most timeless way.
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Awareness is as big as it is small; without consciousness, nothing at all.
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Duality, pfft!
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Awareness is nothing without a mind-body in which to conjure a dream.
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The dream ignores most, and quickly forgets all; no trace but ghosts of imaginary notion.
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No history survives the test of eternity.
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Have you seen the dream for what it is, and is not?
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Are you consciousness, or the awareness peering through its veil?
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Through time, awareness awakens to its Self.
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What is birth but the beginning of a dream, and death its end.
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Awareness is the sky, consciousness the wind.
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Awareness is the life force’s window to consciousness.
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How could your version of the cosmos exist without you relentlessly imagining it so?
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And when the dream is done, what more?
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How that which is unborn be alive or dead?
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What need for any great truth concocted by the human mind?
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Self, Soul, God … Nothing more than imaginary construct with no reality, whatsoever.
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In awareness, breath fully.
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How to negotiate the rocky dream through the sea of bliss is the question.
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The mind is the time machine; that it all it is, all it was, all it will ever be.
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How can awareness ever be tamed by the myriad values born of any imaginary paradigm?
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What is death but they mystery taking back another of its guests.
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Measuring the immeasurable; immeasurabling the measurable.
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Consciousness is but a quantum plaything.
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Awareness is too great a mystery to be confined in any way, any shape, any form.
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To even call this mystery of awareness ‘soul’ is at best a dubious assumption.
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Traveling in awareness through the fog of mind.
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Words of the mystery, for the mystery, by the mystery.
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And where are you when time and space lose all meaning?
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You are awareness aware-ing the dream of consciousness.
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Somebody else’s dream.
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A quantum by any other name would indivisible the same.
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And what have you done with your dream?
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Is awareness very large, is awareness very small, is that a question we need even ask at all?
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Imagined self is not true Self.
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Consciousness assumes continuity to a dream that has none.
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A faceless mystery: nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Can a mind molded by time and space ever be free?
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Whatever you imagine your Self to be, you are not.
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Measuring the immeasurable, just where do you think that is going to get you, really?
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Prior to consciousness, prior to all quantum shenanigans, awareness is.
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The nothingness of awareness is the unifying principle.
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When awareness focuses upon its translation, the quantum cloud crystalizes into illusion.
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A dream, to which the only continuity is the assumption of imagination.
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A mystery unto thy Self.
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Quantum is the maker of laws that cannot be broken.
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Awareness stops for no mind.
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Are you really anything more than a passenger on an ofttimes bumpy flight?
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No universe is more than an imaginary quantum dream.
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No assumption withstands the sands of time.
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Neither fast nor slow, awareness is.
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Your universe is whatever you make, or unmake it.
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Awareness floats, unbound by thought, by gravity, or any other quantum attribute.
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Consciousness is the parasite; awareness, the host.
Breadcrumbs
Another day residing in this mind's quantum fountain,
Pen and paper or keyboard ever within easy reach,
Waiting casually for words that inevitably come.
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A mystery pretending to be a human being, to be an earthling, to be a cosmic being.
A mystery pretending to be a white-male-labels-unending American.
A mystery that happened to happen, no reason known.
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If there is some sort of personal deity, as so many incline to believe,
Then, pray tell, answer me this: Where did he/she/it/whatever come from?
Granted, this quantum mystery had to begin somehow, sometime, somewhere,
But some Santa-Claus-heaven-hell fiction does not slice the mustard.
And do not get me started on the alien speculation advocates.
This orb is a garden enough to do it on its own.
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Arrogance in its most indivisible vision.
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Disclaimer: All that has been written herein may be wrong.
Duality may well be the fundamental reality of it all.
And maybe you will someday decide to become a Christian,
Or a Muslim, or a Jew, or a Buddhist, or a Taoist, or a whatever.
So many flavors; hard to pick just one, and what if you choose wrong?
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A herald of eternity disentangling the mystery for all who would clearly see.
* * * *
Having for all practical purposes written off the human species,
I really should cease and desist from further commentary,
But no, I blather on and on, basking in the play of wit,
Such as it is in this temporal gray-matter dream.
It is, indeed, a waste of time, but what else is time for?
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Not interested in creating anything organized or otherwise;
Only laying bare the reality of the quantum dream all endure.
* * * *
When it comes to dealing with the mystery of existence,
History seems to have dished up every possible delusion imaginable.
These many thoughts are for those whose only real hunger
Is to discern the truth of it for themselves.
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Oh, duality, release me from thy clutches.
* * * *
Did I write these many thoughts?
Or did they inscribe themselves through me?
Another uninspiring example of don’t-know-don’t-care.
It just be a diversion, something that passes a portion of the dream.
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The seamless indivisibility of awareness is default setting.
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I am as alone in my dream as you are in yours; we are all alone, together.
* * * *
A brief, narcissistic existence, replete with fabricated, delusionary meaning,
Surrounded in all directions by an eternally infinite ocean of purposelessness.
* * * *
“Seemed like an eternity” is pretty accurate when you discern every moment is.
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The way I see it is the way I write it, and within you, it is surely no different.
All differences are the dreamy perceptions of the sensory mind
Caught up in the time of its imaginary epic.
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I am the center of, the creator of, the witness to, my universe.
And unless every other form, alive or not, is a projection of my imagination,
You and everyone else is, too.
Fucking amazing.
* * * *
My religion is awareness; consciousness is but imagination dreaming.
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No order to these many reflections.
In their long transcription, they have been mixed
And re-mixed too many times to count.
So, open your Self to any page
To fathom the moment
In which you eternally dwell.
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All these words have bubbled onto paper
Because the scribe is prone to easily forgetting
The unseen reality in the day-to-day of work and play.
Despite the many reflections about existence and absoluteness,
He is not quite austere enough, at this writing, to completely surrender
To the be-in-the-world-but-not-of-it everlasting god-drunk
That the indivisible emptiness of eternity offers.
And so, the words keep coming.
* * * *
These many thoughts began bubbling out in 1989
After a head and neck injury invoked by a miscalculated wave
While boogie boarding with my fifth-sixth grade class in Southern Kaliforny.
It was the finale of a short teaching phase, and the entrée to an assortment of switchbacks
In the ever-kaleiscoping wanderfest of imagination, in work and recreation and every other whatever,
That has materialized all this whimsical chitter-chatter into this quantum playground.
It has been my way to allow spontaneity to fashion this destiny.
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If there is any goal to these many thoughts,
It is to realign the quantum mind
With what it really is,
With what it is really not.
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Please, whatever you do, do not make this about the scribe.
He was just another vain, mortal meat machine,
Born of the same mystery as you.
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Curious how these aphoristic ditties
Sometimes get started heading one direction,
And while being written or edited, swerve into another.
The zany wander of a mind pondering the mystery of its origin.
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An intellectual reverie of the eternal flame.
* * * *
Another meditative day for words of a random nature
To flow uninhibited from the matrix of consciousness.
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A body of work that scribed its Self through this hand.
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Very inexplicable all this.
I really do not understand any of it.
But then, again, I do not really need to, either.
* * * *
Really neither for nor against, just sipping another pint of black gold,
Watching this touchy-feely, three-dimensional, illusory dream of time,
Play out its dusty theater of the absurd to whatever end Gaia allows.
* * * *
If you peer long into this mind,
You will find it as simple and complex
As the mortal dream of time in eternity allows.
* * * *
Words of the mystery, for the mystery, by the mystery.
* * * *
There is something of a schizophrenic state of mind regarding all this babble.
It can be very challenging to be in the cosmos and not be of it.
There are, of course, greater forms of madness,
Than that which many call divine.
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I collect books and things, and they collect dust.
My man cave is an immense universe unto its Self.
* * * *
True believers can take all their political correctness,
And shove it back up the abyss from whence it came.
* * * *
Thoughts of Self and the dreamtime of this brief, mortal, illusory existence,
Both for my Self and that of any other wanderer who happenstances upon it.
* * * *
What do I want to be when I grow up? My Self, of course.
* * * *
Death and I are undying companions.
* * * *
Quantummeister.
The Standard Ripostes
The Scribe’s Go-to Responses to This and That in the Day-To-Day
We are all walking the same stage in different universes.
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Awareness is the intelligence of eternity.
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Awareness trumps all idolatry.
The Real is Discovering
The real light is discovering there is no light.
The real gray is discovering there is no gray.
The real dark is discovering there is no dark.
The real point is discovering there is no point.
The real before is discovering there is no before.
The real journey is discovering there is no journey.
The real creation is discovering there is no creation.
The real universe is discovering there is no universe.
The real quantum is discovering there is no quantum.
The real judgment is discovering there is no judgment.
The real and-so-on is discovering there is no and-so-on.
The real destruction is discovering there is no destruction.
The real awareness is discovering there is no awareness.
The real beginning is discovering there is no beginning.
The real unknown is discovering there is no unknown.
The real existence is discovering there is no existence.
The real beautiful is discovering there is no beautiful.
The real meaning is discovering there is no meaning.
The real formless is discovering there is no formless.
The real mystery is discovering there is no mystery.
The real purpose is discovering there is no purpose.
The real religion is discovering there is no religion.
The real nirvana is discovering there is no nirvana.
The real eternity is discovering there is no eternity.
The real process is discovering there is no process.
The real ecstasy is discovering there is no ecstasy.
The real known is discovering there is no known.
The real wealth is discovering there is no wealth.
The real source is discovering there is no source.
The real karma is discovering there is no karma.
The real power is discovering there is no power.
The real vanity is discovering there is no vanity.
The real agony is discovering there is no agony.
The real death is discovering there is no death.
The real belief is discovering there is no belief.
The real mind is discovering there is no mind.
The real space is discovering there is no space.
The real other is discovering there is no other.
The real fame is discovering there is no fame.
The real form is discovering there is no form.
The real good is discovering there is no good.
The real right is discovering there is no right.
The real after is discovering there is no after.
The real faith is discovering there is no faith.
The real path is discovering there is no path.
The real here is discovering there is no here.
The real view is discovering there is no view.
The real goal is discovering there is no goal.
The real time is discovering there is no time.
The real ugly is discovering there is no ugly.
The real now is discovering there is no now.
The real end is discovering there is no end.
The real evil is discovering there is no evil.
The real life is discovering there is no life.
The real you is discovering there is no you.
The real why is discovering there is no why.
The real who is discovering there is no who.
The real what is discovering there is no what.
The real when is discovering there is no when.
The real where is discovering there is no where.
The real how is discovering there is no how.