Leftovers
You are the immaculate awareness, the immeasurable witness,
Through which nature every moment creates, every moment destroys.
It is a timeless dance, a timeless dream, in which duality is but imaginary notion.
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Whatever metaphor, whatever analogy, whatever idiom,
Whatever allegory, whatever simile, whatever image, you might use …
Be it truth, divinity, reality, universe, cosmos, sky, ocean, river, ether, infinity, mystery …
No concept can ever be whatever it is, no concept can ever be whatever it is not.
* * * *
How much of the universe can you possess,
When you cannot even hold on to one breath?
* * * *
What space, what time, what theater, what dream,
Could ever contact, ever confine, ever control,
The awareness you truly are, and are not.
* * * *
The challenge is to become your own mind, to become your own voice.
Follow no one, lead no one, discern what is real for your Self, stay humble.
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Stop, already, with the perfection-conception archetype.
None who play mortality, are that with which perfection would ever align.
All are flawed; all are faulty, defective, damaged, blemished, inconsistent, unsound, weak.
Better to embrace the reality of this mundane touchy-feely dream,
Than to contort to yet another vain absurdity.
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To keenly perceive the limitations of imagination’s usurpation of awareness,
Is the inevitable burden of all who awaken to the illusion of space and time.
* * * *
All those likes, all those dislikes, are really nothing more
Than imaginary universes ever embracing and colliding.
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What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the eyes to see?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the ears to hear?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the nose to smell?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the tongue to taste?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the body to touch?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the mind to think?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without all of the above?
* * * *
Great doubt, whether through hesitation or disbelief,
Is the motivation, the momentum, the impetus, the stimulus,
That sets canvas and rudder to whatever parts known and unknown,
Any given wanderer, any given rambler, any given gypsy, any given sailor,
From harbor to harbor, from adventure to adventure, from birth to death, may tack.
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Consciousness, judgement, belief, imagery, measurement, inventiveness,
Imagination, visualization, fantasy, hallucination, meditation, contemplation, revelation,
Perception, thought, reflection, deliberation, observation, conception, prescience,
Creativity, understanding, planning, problem-solving, problem-making,
Dreaming, opinion, notion, theory, philosophy, theory, design …
All very much the same time-bound movement of mind.
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Who was the first to come down from the trees?
Who was the first to walk out into the plain?
Who was the first to gaze up into the skies?
Who was the first to use a hand signal?
Who was the first to utter a word?
Who was the first to stand?
Who was the first to walk?
Who was the first to run?
Who was the first to pursue?
Who was the first to build a fire?
Who was the first to throw a stone?
Who was the first to make a spear?
Who was the first to make a bowl?
Who was the first to make a basket?
Who was the first to tame a wolf?
Who was the first to tame a cat?
Who was the first to cook a meal?
Who was the first to use fire as a weapon?
Who was the first to write a word?
Who was the first to build a tool?
Who was the first to make a bowl?
Who was the first to make a spoon?
Who was the first to make a fork?
Who was the first to make a cup?
Who was the first to plant a seed?
Who was the first to create many gods?
Who was the first to create one god?
Who was the first to make a canoe?
Who was the first to dig a canal?
Who was the first to make an awl?
Who was the first to make ink?
Who was the first to make a knife?
Who was the first to use a club?
Who was the first to make a needle?
Who was the first to make cloth?
Who was the first to color clothing?
Who was the first to make a sword?
Who was the first to make a slingshot?
Who was the first to solve a math problem?
Who was the first to devise a geometric shape?
Who was the first to draw a line?
Who was the first to draw a square?
Who was the first to draw a triangle?
Who was the first to draw a circle?
Who was the first to make paper?
Who was the first to do a string figure?
Who was the first to make music?
Who was the first to make a flute?
Who was the first to make a drum?
Who was the first to make a harp?
Who was the first to make a harpoon?
Who was the first to make a fishing pole?
Who was the first to build a shield?
Who was the first to devise a currency?
Who was the first to make a bed?
Who was the first to enter a cave?
Who was the first to build a hut?
Who was the first to make a tent?
Who was the first to make a sling?
Who was the first to make a bow?
Who was the first to ride a horse?
Who was the first to form a hunting party?
Who was the first to make a mirror?
Who was the first to make a comb?
Who was the first to make a brush?
Who was the first to use build a home?
Who was the first to build a boat?
Who was the first to name a star?
Who was the first to make first painting?
Who was the first to design first symbol?
Who was the first to create a deity?
Who was the first to conceive good and evil?
Who was the first to create paint?
Who was the first to use a stylus?
Who was the first to make pottery?
Who was the first to devise cuneiform?
Who was the first to conceive numbers?
Who was the first to conceive letters?
Who was the first to conceive language?
Who was the first to awaken to Self?
Who was the first to conceive love?
Who was the first to conceive romance?
Who was the first to kill a beast?
Who was the first to wear clothes?
Who was the first to make a wheel?
Who was the first to make a cart?
Who was the first to make a boat?
Who was the first to make a sail?
Who was the first to barter?
Who was the first to create money?
Who was the first to make paper?
Who was the first to create a business?
Who was the first to chip a stone?
Who was the first to make an awl?
Who was the first to wear jewelry?
Who was the first to dig for metal?
Who was the first to make a forge?
Who was the first to create an explosive?
Who was the first to make a shield?
Who was the first to make a rope?
Who was the first to sew?
Who was the first to make clothes?
Who was the first to write graffiti?
Who was the first to wear a tattoo?
Who was the first to domesticate an animal?
Who was the first to swaddle an infant?
Who was the first to bury a body?
Who was the first to eat fruit?
Who was the first to take a hallucinogen?
Who was the first to make alcohol?
Who was the first to create a currency?
Who was the first to smoke tobacco?
Who was the first to kill another?
Who was the first to use a pillow?
Who was the first to float on a log?
Who was the first to swim across a river?
Who was the first to make sugar?
Who was the first to harvest honey?
Who was the first to kill a tiger?
Who was the first to ride an elephant?
Who was the first to make a saddle?
Who was the first to make a stirrup?
Who was the first to milk a goat?
Who was the first to sow a seed?
Who was the first to create a herd?
Who was the first to make a blanket?
Who was the first to make a coat?
Who was the first to dig a well?
Who were the first to hunt as a band?
Who was the first to dam a river?
Who was the first to discover gold?
Who was the first to walk a beach?
Who was the first to milk a cow?
Who was the first to climb a mountain?
Who was the first to sail on the ocean?
Who was the first to wear a dress?
Who was the first to wear pants?
Who was the first to make a belt?
Who was the first to make glass?
Who was the first to wear underwear?
Who was the first to milk a horse?
Who was the first to make a candle?
Who was the first to make a stairway?
Who was the first to build a house?
Who was the first to make a hammock?
Who was the first to make a tent?
Who was the first to catch a fish?
Who was the first to make a net?
Who was the first to trap an animal?
Who was the first to sing a song?
Who was the first to wear makeup?
Who was the first to get a haircut?
Who was the first to tie a knot?
Who was the first to trim his beard?
Who was the first to breed an animal?
Who was the first to harvest a crop?
Who was the first to rape another?
Who was the first to steal from another?
Who was the first to hoard wealth?
Who was the first to torture another?
Who was the first to fight a battle?
Who was the first to bake bread?
Who was the first to build a castle?
Who was the first to make up a story?
Who was the first to see a reflection of their face?
Who was the first to imagine a sense of self?
And who will be the last?
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That reflection in the mirror or window,
That photograph on the mantle or album or screen,
Is not you … it never was, it never will be.
You are prior to all attributes,
No matter the dream.
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It is all this imaginary becoming that wreaks all the many passions,
That generate so much sorrow and suffering in existence.
Awareness is, without concern for any moment
The human paradigm could ever spin.
* * * *
Why would anyone even begin to believe, to imagine,
The indelible mystery could ever not be whole,
That it could ever separate in any way from its awareness.
You are the mystery, you are the awareness, witness to all and none.
* * * *
Cults and religions come and go because the multitudes
Fear suffering and oblivion, fear the unknowable,
And seek salvation from the fires of damnation,
For nothing more than evils born of imagination.
Truly, the one and only angel, the one and only demon,
The one and only usurper of awareness in all its human forms.
* * * *
Un-imagine you are this mind-body.
Un-imagine you are this existence.
Un-imagine you are this world.
Un-imagine you are this cosmos.
Un-imagine you are this dreamtime.
* * * *
Home, sweet home.
Peace, sweet peace.
Silence, sweet silence.
Solitude, sweet solitude.
Obscurity, sweet obscurity.
Awareness, sweet awareness.
Anonymity, sweet anonymity.
Realization, sweet realization.
Emptiness, sweet emptiness.
Rightness, sweet rightness.
Serenity, sweet serenity.
Home, sweet home.
* * * *
What you were before you were born? What have you been while alive? What will you be after death?
The unborn-undying before the story is the same unborn-undying after its end,
And during the long and winding tale, as well.
* * * *
To die before you die, you must die to the story.
To the narrative, the chronicle, the tale, the fable, the myth, the legend,
You have manufactured and projected unto your universe,
For this relatively brief play of imagination.
* * * *
Fear and dread are the mind’s resistance
To the vulnerability required to surrender to the mystery,
And its bottomless bag of ineffable intrigues.
* * * *
You have never not been the mystery.
Duality is the polarizing inclination of imagination.
The unblemished indivisibility of nonduality is reality’s true sheen.
* * * *
But for vanity’s countless self-absorbed assertions,
You cannot be more than you already are,
Nor less than you already are not.
* * * *
All dreams, all worlds, all universes, all dimensions,
Are but illusions you play over and over with your Self,
In every imaginable way, times and spaces beyond counting.
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To be, or not to be.
To become, or not to become.
To doubt, or not to doubt.
To see, or not to see.
To share, or not to share.
To love, or not to love.
To serenity, or not to serenity.
To taste, or not to taste.
To think, or not to think.
To imbibe, or not to imbibe.
To give, or not to give.
To inquire, or not to inquire.
To hate, or not to hate.
To eat, or not to eat.
To still, or not to still.
To protect, or not to protect.
To smell, or not to smell.
To coexist, or not to coexist.
To kill, or not to kill.
To tranquil, or not to tranquil.
To battle, or not to battle.
To embrace, or not to embrace.
To know, or not to know.
To touch, or not to touch.
To hear, or not to hear.
To resist, or not to resist.
To breathe, or not to breathe.
To revolt, or not to revolt.
To serve, or not to serve.
To take, or not to take.
To live, or not to live.
To instruct, or not to instruct.
To die, or not to die.
To order, or not to order.
To create, or not to create.
To preserve, or not to preserve.
To destroy, or not to destroy.
To pray, or not to pray.
To grok, or not to grok.
To who, or not to who.
To predator, or not to predator.
To try, or not to try.
To wrath, or not to wrath.
To camouflage, or not to camouflage.
To covet, or not to covet.
To repose, or not to repose.
To exist, or not to exist.
To academic, or not to academic.
To boast, or not to boast.
To what, or not to what.
To sow, or not to sow.
To empathy, or not to empathy.
To follow, or not to follow.
To denounce, or not to denounce.
To torture, or not to torture.
To enjoy, or not to enjoy.
To compete, or not to compete.
To waffle, or not to waffle.
To grow, or not to grow.
To ally, or not to ally
To sojourn, or not to sojourn.
Th charge, or not to charge.
To abide, or not to abide.
To beg, or not to beg.
To rebel, or not to rebel.
To permit, or not to permit.
To mold, or not to mold.
To join, or not to join.
To review, or not to review.
To affiliate, or not to affiliate.
To dream, or not to dream.
To waiver, or not to waiver.
To conquer, or not to conquer
To win, or not to win.
To shuffle, or not to shuffle.
To lose, or not to lose.
To surrender, or not to surrender.
To go, or not to go.
To dive, or not to dive.
To write, or not to write.
To discern, or not to discern.
To propagate, or not to propagate.
To stop, or not to stop.
To learn, or not to learn.
To succeed, or not to succeed.
To impede, or not to impede.
To where, or not to where.
To nurture, or not to nurture.
To sympathy, or not to sympathy.
To fail, or not to fail.
To sit, or not to sit.
To prey, or not to prey.
To recline, or not to recline.
To lead, or not to lead.
To victim, or not to victim.
To innovate, or not to innovate.
To wander, or not to wander.
To lie, or not to lie.
To produce, or not to produce.
To idol, or not to idol.
To investigate, or not to investigate.
To when, or not to when.
To fall, or not to fall.
To assert, or not to assert.
To draw, or not to draw.
To sheeple, or not to sheeple.
To understand, or not to understand.
To collaborate, or not to collaborate.
To quest, or not to quest.
To fly, or not to fly.
To increase, or not to increase.
To cease, or not to cease.
To pass, or not to pass.
To observe, or not to observe.
To help, or not to help.
To why, or not to why.
To speak, or not to speak.
To extrapolate, or not to extrapolate.
To symbol, or not to symbol.
To work, or not to work.
To narrate, or not to narrate.
To renounce, or not to renounce.
To play, or not to play.
To invent, or not to invent.
To remind, or not to remind.
To tolerate, or not to tolerate.
To contend, or not to contend.
To feel, or not to feel.
To contort, or not to contort.
To fantasy, or not to fantasy.
To lust, or not to lust.
To mention, or not to mention.
To argue, or not to argue.
To angel, or not to angel.
To own, or not to own.
To decrease, or not to decrease.
To how, or not to how.
To save, or not to save.
To journey, or not to journey.
To trip, or not to trip.
To rhetoric, or not to rhetoric.
To participate, or not to participate.
To allow, or not to allow.
To respond, or not to respond.
To romantic, or not to romantic.
To analyze, or not to analyze.
To act, or not to act.
To complain, or not to complain.
To passion, or not to passion.
To walk, or not to walk.
To challenge, or not to challenge.
To throw, or not to throw.
To desire, or not to desire.
To drudge, or not to drudge.
To berate, or not to berate.
To state, or not to state.
To cast off, or not to cast off.
To tribe, or not to tribe.
To teach, or not to teach.
To true, or not to true.
To achieve, or not to achieve.
To drift, or not to drift.
To maintain, or not to maintain.
To toss, or not to toss.
To start, or not to start.
To rant, or not to rant.
To disdain, or not to disdain.
To inflict, or not to inflict.
To explore, or not to explore.
To quit, or not to quit.
To criticize, or not to criticize.
To spend, or not to spend.
To buy, or not to buy.
To rise, or not to rise.
To sermon, or not to sermon.
To infinite, or not to infinite.
To care, or not to care.
To groupthink, or not to groupthink.
To heal, or not to heal.
To condemn, or not to condemn.
To doublethink, or not to doublethink.
To address, or not to address.
To quantum, or not to quantum.
To extinct, or not to extinct.
To cooperate, or not to cooperate.
To rage, or not to rage.
To party, or not to party.
To pragmatic, or not to pragmatic.
To existential, or not to existential.
To react, or not to react.
To false, or not to false.
To dismiss, or not to dismiss.
To thoughtcrime, or not to thoughtcrime.
To remark, or not to remark.
To grasp, or not to grasp.
To demon, or not to demon.
To superstition, or not to superstition.
To quarrel, or not to quarrel.
To experiential, or not to experiential.
To listen, or not to listen.
To drink, or not to drink.
To comprehend, or not to comprehend.
To harangue, or not to harangue.
To practical, or not to practical.
To one, or not to one.
To fix, or not to fix.
To empirical, or not to empirical.
To critique, or not to critique.
To riot, or not to riot.
To protect, or not to protect.
To sell, or not to sell.
To totality, or not to totality.
To twist, or not to twist.
To flourish, or not to flourish.
To zip, or not to zip.
To cultivate, or not to cultivate.
To hunger, or not to hunger.
To vie, or not to vie.
To paradox, or not to paradox.
To irony, or not to irony.
To hint, or not to hint.
To describe, or not to describe.
To mature, or not to mature.
To newspeak, or not to newspeak.
To zeal, or not to zeal.
To explain, or not to explain.
To fish, or not to fish.
To doublespeak, or not to doublespeak.
To condone, or not to condone.
To run, or not to run.
To reason, or not to reason.
To anarchy, or not to anarchy.
To seek, or not to seek.
To remember, or not to remember.
To repair, or not to repair.
To desecrate, or not to desecrate.
To deride, or not to deride.
To wise, or not to wise.
To comment, or not to comment.
To kneel, or not to kneel.
To nest, or not to nest.
To assist, or not to assist.
To oppose, or not to oppose.
To perceive, or not to perceive.
To defend, or not to defend.
To witness, or not to witness.
To thirst, or not to thirst.
To ask, or not to ask.
To announce, or not to announce.
To shield, or not to shield.
To harvest, or not to harvest.
To delve, or not to delve.
To note, or not to note.
To mayhem, or not to mayhem.
To fathom, or not to fathom.
To delight, or not to delight.
To dig, or not to dig.
To partner, or not to partner.
To sally, or not to sally.
To recall, or not to recall.
To adapt, or not to adapt.
To attack, or not to attack.
To venture, or not to venture.
To evolve, or not to evolve.
To chameleon, or not to chameleon.
To have, or not to have.
To pretend, or not to pretend.
To struggle, or not to struggle.
To endure, or not to endure.
To wonder, or not to wonder.
To question, or not to question.
To be, or not to be.
Those are some questions.
* * * *
Why is it so enticing, so beguiling, for you to know that which can never be known?
Why is it necessary for you to continue believing whatever imaginary stories your culture has spun?
Or for you to continue believing whatever imaginary narratives you have yourself spun?
Why is it so arduous to be in concord, in harmony, with the mystery you are?
To just serenely be the moment to which awareness is witness.
* * * *
God is never born. God never dies.
God is the timelessness prior to all time-bound creations.
God is awareness, unborn, undying, untouched by the vagaries of consciousness.
God is much more, God is much less, than any word.
There is no God but you.
* * * *
How can awareness see without eyes?
How can awareness hear without ears?
How can awareness smell without a nose?
How can awareness taste without a tongue?
How can awareness touch without a receptacle?
How can awareness perceive without a mind?
Manifestation is necessary for the mystery
To perceive, to discover, to experience,
Whatever dreams existence offers.
* * * *
One moment you are the dreamer, the conditioned part imagination routinely plays.
And the next, you are the awareness, the one and only you, dreaming.
Dreamer and dreaming, back and forth, forth and back.
Not at all an easy thing to stay awake.
* * * *
It is consciousness, imagination, that moves, not awareness.
It is not your awareness, it is not my awareness, it is simply awareness.
Forever a mystery: inexplicable, unfathomable, ineffable, indelible, immeasurable.
Only in the timeless present, only in the unborn-undying, immutable moment, can it be discerned.
* * * *
Every sentient being has its own dream, its own world, its own universe.
There is no creator judging; there is only the creation experiencing.
The concoctions of priesthood middlemen are nothing more,
Than means to manipulate masses to their own ends.
The only thing personal about the dream is you,
And you are nothing more than an invention of imagination.
It is in the awareness of the moment that you will discern the true Self.
* * * *
Let go all the narratives, even your own, and what is left
But the pure awareness of a very still, very timeless moment.
* * * *
Consciousness (a.k.a., imagination) starts and stops, ebbs and flows, creaks and groans.
The awareness, the eternal moment, ever streams through the kaleidoscoping dreamtime.
* * * *
There is no imaginary creator on high judging its creation.
There is only the spontaneous creation equally experiencing all dreamtimes.
Heavens and hells and purgatories are the delusional fabrications
Of those who allow imagination to get the better of them.
Implacable doubt is the means to awakening
To the awareness witnessing all.
* * * *
How many fellow earthlings, given the capacity, would not do everything we have?
All organisms small to great have an opportunistic impetus to survive however they can.
It is the sense of self, and the insatiability of imagination, bodily hunger morphed into avarice,
That has taken instinct, the drive to persevere, to a cancerous level no web of life can forever endure.
* * * *
The fate of the universe is the fate of the universe.
The fate of the world is the fate of the world.
The fate of all life is the fate of all life.
The fate of you is the fate of you.
All just aspects of the same mystery
No need to make anything more than it is.
* * * *
The quantum mystery is a grand epic unto its Self,
Every moment infused by the same timeless awareness.
* * * *
Kudos and boos to all those who weave the lie to their own ends.
It is a mysterious dream, well-suited to sociopaths and psychopaths.
* * * *
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It is an abyss mystery.
It is an empty mystery.
It is an obtuse mystery.
It is a vacuous mystery.
It is a streaming mystery.
It is a bottomless mystery.
It is a shrewd mystery.
It is a perceptive mystery.
It is a wise mystery.
It is a judicious mystery.
It is an incisive mystery.
It is an intelligent mystery.
It is a sensible mystery.
It is a never-ending mystery.
It is a limitless mystery.
It is a boundless mystery.
It is an effortless mystery.
It is an unpretentious mystery.
It is an artless mystery.
It is an inherent mystery.
It is an actual mystery.
It is a predictable mystery.
It is a foolish mystery.
It is an instinctive mystery.
It is a hollow mystery.
It is a vague mystery.
It is a vibrating mystery.
It is a pointless mystery.
It is a hard-hearted mystery.
It is a methodical mystery.
It is an oscillating mystery.
It is a quantum mystery.
It is a scientific mystery.
It is a logical mystery.
It is a precise mystery.
It is a detached mystery.
It is a forthright mystery.
It is a natural mystery.
It is an exact mystery.
It is a systematic mystery.
It is a complete mystery.
It is a definitive mystery.
It is a state-of-the-art mystery.
It is a true mystery.
It is an implacable mystery.
It is a merciless mystery.
It is an unbending mystery.
It is a callous mystery.
It is an abundant mystery.
It is an everything mystery.
It is an unbreakable mystery.
It is an immortal mystery.
It is a ground mystery.
It is a demanding mystery.
It is a meticulous mystery.
It is a holographic mystery.
It is a matrix mystery.
It is a patternless mystery.
It is an arcane mystery.
It is an esoteric mystery.
It is an untraceable mystery.
It is a pathless mystery.
It is an indescribable mystery.
It is a majestic mystery.
It is a nothing mystery.
It is a fastidious mystery.
It is an unexplainable mystery.
It is an unyielding mystery.
It is an infinite mystery.
It is a bona fide mystery.
It is a mysterious mystery.
It is … a mystery.
* * * *
Everything human-made is born of an idea, an insight, an impression, a sense, a gist.
In all times, in all geographies, who were the firsts to come up with all these astonishing innovations?
Who were the firsts to conceive all those inventions, all those shards of mystery,
To which you are so attached, to which you feel so entitled,
That you likely so take for granted.
* * * *
As important as you make yourself out to be,
Neither the universe nor the world even know you exist.
Count yourself lucky if your mother still cares.
* * * *
Imagine whatever you will, as often as you will,
It has never been more real than the given moment,
Which is a vague reality, a dubious awareness, in its Self.
* * * *
Your sensory mind-body, your world, your cosmos, is a quantum construct of imagination.
Since birth, you have been conditioned, mesmerized, brainwashed, compelled,
By the given nature-nurture, to play a part that partakes it all real.
Few see it for what it is; fewer still live it for what it is.
* * * *
Everyone imagines, everyone breathes, everyone consumes,
Everyone desires, everyone fears, everyone suffers, everyone dies.
You are very much alone, very much not alone, each and every moment.
* * * *
Everyone has their own cosmos kaleidoscoping in the same timeless awareness.
All are as equally real as yours, all are as equally unreal as yours.
It is the ineffable mystery of one in all, and all in one.
* * * *
Without sun or moon or stars,
Without clocks or watches or calendars,
Without memories of this or that, or that or this,
Who-what-where-when-why-how is there such a thing as time?
This timeless awareness, this timeless moment, this timeless right here, right now.
Is all there is, all there ever was, all there will ever be.
Dissolve the sensory mind-body.
Be eternity.
* * * *
No perception … No sight, no sound, no taste, no smell, no touch,
Ever lasts more than the ever-present, timeless moment.
Only imagination ties the sensory illusion together.
Awareness is the presence through which all dreams abide.
* * * *
Cultures across all times, all geographies, have all fashioned mythologies,
Legends, folklores, traditions, fables, sagas, fairytales, parables,
Allegories, beliefs, creeds, convictions, and dogmas.
All founded on imaginary underpinnings
Stemming from the same inexplicable, unnamable mystery.
* * * *
You know that you do not know what the fuck is going on here,
And you do not believe nor trust nor hope that anyone else truly does, either.
And thus, you wander all alone, through any and all camps, watching, waiting, wondering.
* * * *
What a bizarre thing to supposedly be created by some supreme being,
Only to be cast forever into hell or purgatory for not falling into line
With a controversial collection of desert-dweller commandments,
Or an implausible messiah and his frothing cult of true-believers.
Even if there is some sort of Santa Claus rendering of a god on high,
Have you really lived such a despicable existence to be all that apprehensive
About being eternally damned in the byzantine abysses of some Dante-esque inferno?
I mean, seriously?
* * * *
What is prior to consciousness? Awareness.
What is prior to awareness? Nothing.
* * * *
How can timeless awareness and the so-called soul not be one in the same?
All divisions, all dualities, all gulfs, all rifts, are the concoctions of imagination.
* * * *
How can something be either ‘meant’ to happen or ‘not meant’ to happen?
It simply does or does not; there is no higher power moving you about some chessboard.
Only vanity contrives deities to give meaning and purpose to a mystery that is oblivious to any and all.
* * * *
There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is no today.
There is only the moment, there is only the right here, right now,
And the timeless awarenesss, unborn-undying witness to it all.
* * * *
Each and every one is on their own, is the ultimate reality.
There are no trophies, no medals, no ribbons, no laurels, no brass rings.
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow, nor a seat at the foot of some deity on high.
All who quest truth, scrape away at their illusions, their delusions, their fallacies, their desires, their fears,
To whatever degree seems most authentic to the imagination of the given nature-nurture.
Right, wrong, or somewhere between, why would it possibly matter?
* * * *
The quantum theater, time and space, are ultimately not real,
So, beginnings and endings are little more than moot assertions.
Illusory fabrications of the senses feeding into the neural transmitter.
A biological matrix founded on the Darwinian happenstance of evolution.
* * * *
Those destined to discern, to fathom, they are the mystery,
Arrive at that moment through every manner of wandering.
* * * *
It is absolutely impossible for the awareness that you are and are not,
To be anywhere else but this moment, this instant, right here, right now.
Only imagination travels the three-dimensional illusion of time and space,
Through which the quantum mind-body plays out its sensory mortal dream.
* * * *
Watch the senses reach out into the world, the cosmos, that awareness every moment attends.
Watch the eyes see, the ears hear, the tongue taste, the nose smell, the flesh feel, the mind reflect.
How is it not obvious that this entire universe, this entire dream, is but an illusion you have created?
* * * *
If you are of a contemplative, reflective, pondering, meditative nature,
Cease hunting for meaning and purpose, knowledge and wisdom, in this world or any other.
It is nothing but the ceaseless distraction of a quantum dream.
Journey the still abyss within.
* * * *
Where is the boundary between consciousness and sub-consciousness,
But in minds unwilling, minds unable, to distinguish whimsey from reality.
If you are in accord with nature, with the rubrics of the quantum dream,
How can you not ramble unburdened by the limitations of delusion?
How can you not be in tune, in sync, with your total beingness?
* * * *
Consciousness will not long remember you,
And the starry-starry cosmos will not even for a moment miss you.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
No pyramid, or any other repository for the departed,
Has ever been a means to carry on after death.
When the Grim Reaper comes to harvest payment due,
There will no longer be a mind-body for awareness to occupy,
Much less a vault-in-tow, filled to the brim with treasure and memory.
We are but flickers of existence here, all occupying very temporal containers.
All fashioned by nature-nurture into programmed destinies that can never long endure.
* * * *
Whether painting or sculpture or tune or essay or universe,
All creation requires some sort of fashioning evolution.
No form, no world, no cosmos, just appears out of the blue.
All assertions to the contrary are but delusions yammering away.
* * * *
Is time separate from space?
Are clouds separate from the sky?
Are currents separate from the ocean?
Is consciousness separate from awareness?
Is one moment separate from any other moment?
Are you separate from the mystery that is unfathomable?
All dualistic notions are nothing more than plays of imagination.
* * * *
Another day in the dream ends; another night in the dream begins.
Another night in the dream ends; another day in the dream begins.
And so on, and so forth, and so on, and so forth … Try not to yawn.
* * * *
Those who inquire into the farthest reaches are able to step back
And observe their illusory dream with a detachment only seers know.
* * * *
For all practical purposes, you are as anonymous to the universe as it is to you.
Even the most powerful, even the most wealthy, even the most known,
Are already forgotten in the timeless expanses of eternity.
* * * *
You are not your mind.
You are not your body.
You are not your mask.
You are not your nature.
You are not your nurture.
You are not your imagination.
You are not your perceptions.
You are not your memories.
You are not your vanities.
You are not your dreams.
You are not your hopes.
You are not your values.
You are not your history.
You are not your language.
You are not your identity.
You are not your name.
You are not your ethnicity.
You are not your gender.
You are not your family.
You are not your tribe.
You are not your caste.
You are not your culture.
You are not your country.
You are not your religion.
You are not your work.
You are not your talents.
You are not your hobbies.
You are not your things.
You are not your successes.
You are not your failures.
You are not your desires.
You are not your fears.
You are not your ecstasies.
You are not your agonies.
You are not your time.
You are not your space.
You are not your world.
You are not your universe.
You are not your dimension.
You are not anything; you are not everything.
You are not … You are not … You are not … You are not …
But the awareness, the indivisibility, the mystery, permeating all … and none.
* * * *
The tentacles of DNA reach back to its most primordial etchings.
We are all sons and daughters of life’s beginnings,
Sons and daughters of genesis.
* * * *
The mystery is awareness.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
There is really no ‘you’ but the stillness before time.
* * * *
Time is the creation, the dance, the dream, the frolic, the bane, of memory cells.
It was the means for imagination’s gradual usurpation of instinct,
The make-believe of self, and the pretense of free will.
* * * *
The smells! The smells!
The tastes! The tastes!
The sights! The sights!
The sounds! The sounds!
The textures! The textures!
The thoughts! The thoughts!
A mystery born of mortal slime.
* * * *
To really go all the way,
To really surrender all the way,
To really be totally awake in awareness,
Is the eternal harmony, the unborn-undying reality,
Of the great nothingness from which all appearances are spun.
The challenge is to embrace the mystery of awareness,
Without the imaginary limits of consciousness.
* * * *
There is no authority in the inquiry into the mystery.
No writings, no individuals, no groups, no deities high or low,
Are more than imaginary anchors in the unborn-undying dreamtime.
There is no owning the mystery, never has been, never will be.
You are first and last, in whatever way you discern.
* * * *
The trick to not collecting followers is to become somewhat unappealing in one way or another.
It is enough for any who cross your path to have gleaned your message.
Far better they wander on under their own steam,
To do with their nature-nurture dream, whatever the fates deign.
* * * *
The mystery, the unknowable, the unfathomalble,
Is both in front of you, and around-the-world behind you.
Or perhaps, right behind you, around-the-world in front of you.
* * * *
Asleep or drowsy or indolent or awake,
It is all the same quantum pointlessness,
It is all the same quantum unfathomability.
It is all the same quantum unborn-undying.
It is all the same quantum unknowability.
It is all the same quantum indivisibility.
It is all the same quantum dreamtime.
It is all the same quantum mystery.
* * * *
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.
The only way to be free of it is to imbed in the moment,
Ever motionless, ever aware, ever indivisible, ever indelible, ever unborn, ever undying.
* * * *
We are well beyond turning back from the precipice we have created.
Too many problems to even attempt changing course in any meaningful way.
The species is as captive to its narcissistic-hedonistic self-absorption as it has ever been.
And all accelerating exponentially in every way, every shape, every form, imagination has to offer.
The hungry monkey is not letting go of that tasty bait in the coconut snare anytime ever.
In Darwinian reckoning, greed may not always be the best survival strategy.
* * * *
What is a prison?
A small locked room with bars?
A mass of mind and body and sensory intrigue?
Or a cosmos of stars too far to ever more than imagine reaching?
* * * *
It is in the awareness of awareness
Not the ownership of awareness,
Not the doctrine of awareness,
Not the space of awareness,
Not the time of awareness,
That you will find truth.
* * * *
Awareness …
Namelsss name.
Worldless world.
Lightless light.
Soundless sound.
Cosmicless cosmos.
Quantumless quantum.
Nothingless nothing.
* * * *
Erasing the scars from the traces of existence is not an easy undertaking.
Even the most persevering can tumble back into their imaginary cosmos.
* * * *
Senses, organs, glands, bones, muscles, nerves, tissue, skin, hair,
Blood, saliva, snot, sweat, piss, shit, gas, and other fluids.
Is that really you? Is that really what you truly are?
Or is the mind-body just the only practical way
The mystery could manifest a touchy-feely dream?
* * * *
Down one road or trail or another, you will long and winding wander,
Partaking whatever the dreamtime offers, as nature-nurture allows.
* * * *
Odds are the awareness before you were born or after you die,
Is very much the same alertness, the same watchfulness,
As the awareness you are right here, right now.
* * * *
How would you suppose any supreme being worth its brackish salt
Would, could, witness your world, your cosmos,
But through your eyes?
* * * *
All self-imagery is based on the blend, on the fusion, on the synergy,
Of all the patterning, all the molding, all the conditioning, of the given nature-nurture,
Including all the cultural, political, religious, racial, linguistic, educational,
Gender, socio-economic, emotional, et cetera, influences.
* * * *
Did some sculptor sculpt the sculpture?
Or did the sculpture sculpt itself?
Who knows? Who cares?
Exact same difference, anyway.
* * * *
The vanity of Jesus was witnessed by the same awareness
Witnessing yours and every other critter’s across critterdom.
* * * *
Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, the moment you are conceived?
Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, the moment you depart the womb?
Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, since all life kicked off,
In that long, long ago, unborn-undying, puddle of origin?
* * * *
If you could travel back in space-time to a variety of life events, would you see them the same?
Would they seem fairly similar to your vague memories, or be almost entirely rewritten?
And how different would they be if you were to re-watch them every decade or so?
Memory being what it is, frame of reference being what it is, chances are good
That your perspective, your assessment, might well be different each and every time.
* * * *
Perhaps someday you will really no longer care about this world or any other,
When it finally-finally-finally does not even occur to you, does not even cross your mind,
That you no longer sincerely, repeatedly, all too often, tell yourself that you do not.
* * * *
Before the advent of humankind, this garden pearl was akin to a finely-tuned clock.
As eternally precise as its Darwinian nature could be.
And then man learned of fire,
And history streamed into absurdity beyond all pales.
* * * *
The only love worth its salt is the agape sort,
And that is for the most part absolutely unattainable,
Unless you are truly dead in the figurative sense.
* * * *
The so much that you believe you know, is infinitely dwarfed by all that you do not.
And what, pray tell, do you really know of anything, but the huff ‘n puff of imagination?
* * * *
Good and evil, like and dislike, love and hate, great and small, black and white.
All conceptions of manifest consciousness, of imagination.
Awareness ever aloof, untouched.
* * * *
You may be mistaken about all this, but do not see how.
In every way truth can be comprehended: from rational to irrational,
From absolute to relative, from to realistic to delusional, from infinite to infinitesimal,
From sensible to absurd, from ironic to paradoxical, from black to white,
It all melds into a unified certainty that cannot be undone.
It is this acuity, both deliberated and intuited,
That doubts all other contenders.
* * * *
To understand what is actually being spoken or written in most any context,
Requires an astute mind’s eye capable of nuanced, critical thinking,
Marinated in a wholesome fusion of absurdism infinitum.
* * * *
Like any other pleasure, curiosity should be tempered.
The quest for truth is not an exercise in trivial pursuit.
* * * *
No one can ever know what anybody or anything else
Sees or hears or tastes or smells or feels, or any other sensory feed.
Perception is a nature-nurture quantum phenomenon, boggling to the nth degree.
All things great to small, are very much alone together.
* * * *
The human species is a creation of this quantum garden world.
It evolved simultaneously alongside all the other life forms,
Each and every one developing its own sensory reality,
In unmitigated harmony with its given environment.
Naturally selected or intelligently designed, what matter?
Speculation is the irrefutable bailiwick of ineffectual thinking.
* * * *
Somehow this universe was created.
Somehow this world was created.
Somehow sentient forms were created.
Somehow the human species was created.
All speculation about the somehow is pointless.
Here you are, here we are, creating our future-past.
* * * *
Unimagine you are this mind-body.
Unimagine you are this existence.
Unimagine you are this world.
Unimagine you are this cosmos.
Unimagine you are this dreamtime.
* * * *
The universe is an ever-changing dynamic; motionlessness is not even possible.
Naught but an abstract construct, never to discern light of day or dark of night.
Only in the stillness of awareness can this manifest theater be seen for what it is.
* * * *
Consciousness is ever-changing; awareness, ever-changeless.
In every moment, you are as close to nothing as awareness is.
* * * *
The mystery, the indelible, the absolute, the unborn-undying,
Spontaneously plays every form, every part, for the very first time.
Always an ingenuous beginner, performing every blueprint the best it can.
* * * *
Stop imagining you are the same character you were yesterday,
And all the unborn-undying yesterdaze before that.
Infinity hath no bounds, including you.
* * * *
Imagine your body in flames like a marshmallow over a campfire.
The eternal awareness observing, thoroughly detached, thoroughly indifferent,
As the body screams and writhes, until there is nothing left about which to scream or writhe.
* * * *
For those who seek that beyond all doubt, the world, the universe,
Gradually loses its hold over the intelligence prior to consciousness.
* * * *
As long as you believe you are the sensory body,
You will suffer its perpetual potpourri of agonies and ecstasies,
As you meander all the sights and sounds and tastes and smells and touches,
That the mind’s cosmos has to offer in its nature-nurture realm.
To be liberated is to surrender without reservation,
To the awareness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
What cosmos does any creature perceive?
What cosmos does an aardvark perceive?
What cosmos does a cockroach perceive?
What cosmos does an octopus perceive?
What cosmos does a sparrow perceive?
What cosmos does a buffalo perceive?
What cosmos does a giraffe perceive?
What cosmos does a turtle perceive?
What cosmos does a trout perceive?
What cosmos does a tiger perceive?
What cosmos does a dog perceive?
What cosmos does a tree perceive?
What cosmos does a frog perceive?
What cosmos does a seal perceive?
What cosmos does a clam perceive?
What cosmos does an ant perceive?
What cosmos does a bush perceive?
What cosmos does a hawk perceive?
What cosmos does a whale perceive?
What cosmos does a shark perceive?
What cosmos does bacteria perceive?
What cosmos does a human perceive?
What cosmos does a lobster perceive?
What cosmos does an oyster perceive?
What cosmos does a dolphin perceive?
What cosmos does a penguin perceive?
What cosmos does a scorpion perceive?
What cosmos does a kangaroo perceive?
What cosmos does any creature perceive?
Perception is a nature-nurture phenomenon.
All things great to small, very much alone together.
* * * *
Money is not the root of all evil, any more than guns or other weapons are the root of death.
It is greed, and the vanity, the self-absorption, the narcissism, that is the root of that called evil.
And it is the quantum mind … it is consciousness … it is imagination … that is its neural playground.
Ecclesiastes 1:2 … “Vanity of vanities,” saith the Preacher, “Vanity of vanities. All is vanity.”
* * * *
Existence is only as viable as the neuron matrix,
Which facilitates consciousness (a.k.a., imagination)
To dance away, to whirl and twirl in eternal awareness.
* * * *
The quantum holodeck in the quantum holomind,
Is always ready and waiting for the quantum holobody,
To come wandering through the quantum holoether,
All witnessed by the unborn-undying awareness.
* * * *
For human consciousness to evolve, and survive, and thrive,
Required naturally-selected delusion fostered by quantum illusion.
A hypnotizing algorithm, a molding of mind and body,
From the jungle ponds of Eden long ago.
* * * *
How challenging it is to be in the garden, and not of it.
To be with family, friends, co-workers, adversaries,
Or merely wandering through the day-to-day,
And always be aware you are awareness,
While consciousness frolics about the mind,
Has never been easy for any of the myriad seers
Who in all future-pasts have discerned it but illusion.
* * * *
We are a species that deserves extinction.
Alas for Mother Nature that she has not come up with the final solution fast enough
To save all the other life forms her mystery has spawned.
* * * *
All anyone can know about the mystery, about the awareness,
Is all the speculations that traditions around the world have contrived.
Stories, stories, and more stories, none more valid than any other.
Not authentic knowing in any way, any shape, any form.
* * * *
The genetic lottery spins a matrix in which the dreaming you imagine real and true,
Will witness the agony and ecstasy of each and every moment destiny has in store.
* * * *
The mystery is all, the mystery is one, including you,
In the creation of all beginnings, in the destruction of all endings,
And the process in all the befores, in all the betweens, in all the afters, as well.
* * * *
Have you ever beheld even one moment of awareness,
Where ethics or any other imaginary notion or sentiment,
Had any say, any validity, any reality, any truth, whatsoever?
The eternal mystery does not give a flying hooey about anything.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Irony and paradox and absurdity rule.
Practice detachment.
* * * *
Awareness on the outside, awareness on the inside, makes for awareness everywhere.
Quantum on the outside, quantum on the inside, makes for quantum everywhere.
Mystery on the outside, mystery on the inside, makes for mystery everywhere.
* * * *
Infinite and infinitesimal.
Both imply space and time, neither of which are ultimately real.
So, neither are infinite nor infinitesimal.
Undo the math.
* * * *
We call it space, we call it time, we call it so many things.
But in truth, it is but awareness witnessing a quantum dream.
A friggin’ boggling mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
It is in the timeless perception of awareness in the given moment,
That the true kingdom, the true heaven, the true singularity, is discerned.
It is not, it has never been, it will never be, anything articulated by consciousness.
* * * *
It is only in the given moment, it is only in the awareness, that you exist.
Everything else is but a dream of consciousness, of imagination,
Nothing more than a kaleidoscoping quantum theater.
And the nature of that so-called existence
Is but a subjective assumption.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
How could awareness witness its quantum creation
In omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent fashion,
But through the eye of every sentient being,
All equally born of the same indelible mystery.
* * * *
Social animals that human beings are genetically coded to be,
Plumbing the immeasurable depths of the great aloneness is an arduous task.
It requires great fortitude to stand alone against the winds of mind.
* * * *
What can the so-called soul be but pure, unadulterated awareness?
The same awareness that is equally in all things infinitely great to infinitesimally small.
All absolute, all unfathomable, all indivisible, all inexplicable, all indelible,
All unborn, all undying, all impenetrable, all mysterious.
There is no other; how could there be?
* * * *
The soul you quest is your awareness.
The same awareness that is equally in all things, across all creation.
It is not your awareness, it is not my awareness, it is not our awareness; it is simply awareness.
There is only one soul, some call it god, and it is one and all … including you.
* * * *
Awareness is the bastion of serenity.
Vanity is the source of all hells, of all purgatories.
Eternity has been right here, right now, every moment, all along.
Time and space are but quantum illusions choregraphed by the sensory mind.
It is through the self-absorption of consciousness, of imagination,
That we have become blind to the timeless presence.
Still the mind-body, abide in awareness,
Discern the mystery you are.
* * * *
You did not choose your birth.
You did not choose your body.
You did not choose your mind.
You did not choose your family.
You did not choose your gender.
You did not choose your culture.
You did not choose your tradition.
You did not choose your language.
You did not choose your geography.
You did not choose your education.
You did not choose your ethnicity.
You did not choose your customs.
You did not choose your politics.
You did not choose your history.
You did not choose your mores.
You did not choose your creed.
You did not choose your status.
You did not choose your caste.
You did not choose your time.
You did not choose your space.
Have you ever really had any choice,
In your long and winding journey to destiny?
* * * *
Awareness is all: indelible, unsullied, indivisible, unfathomable.
Practically any way consciousness plays it is laced with vanity.
* * * *
Like snowflakes and fingerprints and chromosomes,
We will always be different; we will always be limited editions.
We will always perceive the world, the cosmos, in our own unique ways.
We will always be one of a kind, no matter how much we pretend to be the same.
We are all walking the same stage in different universes.
* * * *
The only way to undo the patterning of mind and body is to become very still in every way.
Only in pure, unadulterated, absolute awareness can you be free of all claims.
And then, alas, only for as long as you manage to stay there.
* * * *
The choices you every cause-and-effect, yes-no-maybe moment make,
Will impact every tomorrow your timeline has yet to celebrate or lament.
Being as mindful, as attentive, as possible, is rarely a bad part of those choices.
No one gets out of this dream without at least a notion of the price of consequences.
* * * *
There is no yoke, no millstone, no chains, no shackles, in seeing, in being, the mystery you ever are.
No idolatries, no tribes, no traditions, no dogmas, no symbols, no rituals, no rewards, no punishments.
Just you, pristine awareness, the eternal eye, the mystery itself, witnessing the ever-present moment.
* * * *
The unborn-undying moment is where awareness timelessly resides.
Consciousness (a.k.a., imagination) is anything else, is everything else.
* * * *
Living or non-living, organic or inorganic, animate or inanimate,
It is ever the same unborn-undying, indivisible quantum mystery.
* * * *
Ze-Dong Mao, Adolf Hitler,
Leopold II, Jozef Stalin, Hideki Tojo, Ismail Enver,
Pol Pot, Yakubu Gowon, Leonid Brezhnev, Jean Kambanda, Saddam Hussein,
Tito, Suharto, Fumimaro Konoe, Menghistu, Kim Il Sung,
Jonas Savimbi, Mullah Omar, Idi Amin,
And any other mass killer,
Were all the same mystery as you.
The difference is they blew their chance.
Nature-nurture is a wonder, indeed.
* * * *
A neural network of memories, of perceptions,
Is all you are, have ever been, will ever be.
Space-time is but a quantum illusion.
Consciousness, but temporal theater.
Clouds drifting in the eternal awareness.
Unborn, undying, indivisible, unfathomable.
* * * *
What is there to be egocentric about once you are truly detached,
Once you are truly naught but the awareness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
Awareness is ever untouched, indifferent, uncorrupted, untainted, unblemished, immaculate, flawless.
Awareness is indelible, changeless, indivisible, unfathomable, absolute, unborn, undying.
Whatever happened any moment ago, whatever happens any moment hence,
Have absolutely no relationship with any right here, right now,
But through the imaginary, illusory, time-bound notions of consciousness.
* * * *
Perhaps it will be your fate, your destiny, that words such as these,
Will foster unlocking your mind into the freedom of the unknown.
* * * *
When referring to the relationship between awareness and consciousness,
How to articulate it? … prior to consciousness? … or … beyond consciousness?
Both have been equally used in these many thoughts as suits the aphoristic creation.
* * * *
The mind-body has its fate, the imaginary persona has its fate,
But the real you, the awareness, the moment, Self, itself,
What fate can there possibly be but all and none.
* * * *
This garden world is quite capable of creating it all on its own.
It is a quantum algorithm, no aliens required, only imagination.
* * * *
By the time any given mind realizes something happened,
Awareness has already moved on any number of instants.
* * * *
All expressions, all narratives, all illustrations, all constructs of consciousness,
Become inconsequential in the hereness, the nowness, of pure, timeless awareness.
That which is totality – often called by one deific name or another -- in all its mystery.
* * * *
For those who seek truth, awareness of awareness,
Awareness of the eternal moment, is all that it is required.
You are the truth, the life, the way; the challenge is just to be it.
* * * *
In the stillness of awareness, there is no self.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no birth.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no death.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no vanity.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no duality.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only here.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only now.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only Self.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only you.
* * * *
From birth to death, from first breath to last, from first moment to last,
The mystery of awareness is sovereign witness to the play of consciousness.
* * * *
Awareness does not require faith.
Awareness does not require belief.
Awareness does not require dogma.
Awareness does not require anything.
* * * *
The mystery, the moment, the awareness, can never know itself
But through the reflections of consciousness, the reflections of the illusory other.
Therefore, creation and preservation and destruction,
Rife with agony and ecstasy.
* * * *
Awareness is the one and only true eye of the mystery.
Indelible, indivisible, unfathomable, unborn-undying.
* * * *
True believers lack the wit to grasp the subtleties of irony and paradox,
And the nuances required for deep refection in the earnest quest for truth.
* * * *
Wrapping the mind around self-pity can be an troublesome trial.
Try not allow little self to wallow in superfluous misery.
Awareness does not break or bleed or burn.
* * * *
The eternal moment is the nexus
Through which all creation, through which all destruction, all that is unborn, all that is undying,
Kaleidoscope in the immeasurable, indivisible, indelible awareness,
Witness to all that is, witness to all that is not.
* * * *
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
But for consciousness, would space, would time, would light, would sound, exist?
* * * *
Consciousness is the great divider.
The source of all dualistic perception.
The source of all dualistic misconception.
* * * *
Awareness is the ether of consciousness.
Consciousness is the engine of will.
Will is the engine of vanity.
Vanity is the engine of greed.
* * * *
An imaginary universe, an imaginary world, an imaginary self.
How can that which has never been more than the vapor of consciousness,
That which has never been real, has never been tangible, ever be more than a dream?
* * * *
The motivations of any middleman between you and truth can be more than a little dubious.
Speculation is not truth, and many if not most who consider themselves religious-slash-spiritual,
Are spellbound by, ensnared by, blinded by, the time-bound catechisms of their cultural assumptions.
Add to that the three vanities of power and fame and fortune, fueled by greed,
And truth becomes but a usurped ways and means.
* * * *
How can time ever touch the timeless?
How can space ever touch the spaceless?
How can imagination ever possess reality?
* * * *
The reality of mortality.
The quantum of mortality.
The awareness of mortality.
The absurdity of mortality.
The paradox of mortality.
The irony of mortality.
* * * *
Absolutely beyond-the-pale astounding,
How so many cling to ignorance, to fallacy, to delusion,
Conceived thousands of years ago.
* * * *
Give up on trying to figure out how all this is happening.
Even the primal source, the absolute, the ultimate, can never know how it came to be.
It is a mystery, it has always been a mystery, it will ever be a mystery.
Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, from the ever-present moment.
From the unborn-undying, immeasurable, indivisible, indelible, interminable awareness.
The one and only inexplicable witness you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
If you see your Self as the mind-body, if you are attached to the world,
Imagination will take you through every possible agony.
Ecstasy is the plight of the detached.
* * * *
So many names for it.
Source or mystery are simplest.
Deities and dogma only muddy the water.
* * * *
When it comes to all the quantum dynamics
That Mother Nature is arraying against human arrogance,
Will we deal with it, or it deal with us? Will we survive it, or it survive us?
* * * *
Whether in agony or ecstasy or equilibrium, awareness is always still witness.
But who-what-where-when-why-how does the mind-body go,
When awareness becomes witness to itself?
* * * *
You are the moment, you are the awareness, you are the unfathomable, you are the mystery,
The challenge is to not allow the mind to take it any further into the imaginary realm.
There is no need for more irrationality, more absurdity, than there already is.
Just be, right here, right now, free of all the limitations spawned by imagination.
* * * *
No matter how tainted, no matter how corrupt, no matter how vile, no matter how despicable,
The imaginary, the make-believe, the fictitious, the pretend, the illusory role you play,
The you that is real, the you that is true, the you that is eternal, is immaculate.
Free of all that the ever-ebbing-ever-flowing currents of consciousness are capable.
* * * *
So many roles to choose from in imagination’s infinity.
Creator or destroyer, saint or sinner, sage or fool.
Which mask, which costume, to wear today?
* * * *
From dust to dust.
From null to null.
From void to void.
From sleep to sleep.
From abyss to abyss.
From silence to silence.
From stillness to stillness.
From nonbeing to nonbeing.
From extinction to extinction.
From nothingness to nothingness.
From nonexistence to nonexistence.
From insignificant to insignificant.
From indivisibility to indivisibility.
From annihilation to annihilation.
From detachment to detachment.
From insentience to insentience.
From unconcern to unconcern.
From emptiness to emptiness.
From obscurity to obscurity.
From quantum to quantum.
From inertness to inertness.
From oblivion to oblivion.
* * * *
How is it possible to prove existence or nonexistence?
Perception is the invention of imagination; knowledge its deception.
From all beginnings to all ends, the intuition of awareness is the candle in the abyss.
* * * *
As huge as huge is, as small as small is, you are.
As strong as strong is, as weak as weak is, you are.
As kind as kind is, as merciless as merciless is, you are.
As virtuous as virtuous is, as corrupt as corrupt is, you are.
As illustrious as illustrious is, as ordinary as ordinary is, you are.
As something as something is, as nothing as nothing is, you are.
As abundant as abundant is, as scarce as scarce is, you are.
As aware as aware is, as ignorant as ignorant is, you are.
As infinite as infinite is, as finite as finite is, you are.
As true as true is, as untrue as untrue is, you are.
As real as real is, as unreal as unreal is, you are.
As all things are, as all things are not, you are.
* * * *
What happens when your imaginary universe ceases?
When family, friends, work, events, things, memories, no longer rolodex through your thoughts.
When the busy-busy mind stills, when timeless awareness reigns.
Some call it dying while living.
* * * *
Imaginary universe.
Imaginary world.
Imaginary you.
* * * *
The narrative has many facets.
What is real and true is all that is relevant.
Dispel all creations, all forgeries, all fictions, all stories,
That are mythical, legendary, contrived, fictional, whimsical, symbolic,
Theatrical, melodramatic, allegorical, figurative, metaphoric, rhetorical, characteristic,
Emblematic, fabulous, unreal, hyperbolic, inflated, exaggerated,
Abstract, invented, illusory, and imaginary,
In the quest for truth.
* * * *
The mind is drawn to silence, to stillness, to eternity, but churns on and on.
Despite all assertions to the contrary, consciousness does not really want to let go
Of its imaginary, of its illusory, of its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum space-time creation.
* * * *
Challenging not to make mountains out of molehills with all this seeking and finding.
The question always boils down on whether to be, or not to be.
We are all ultimately on our own,
And that aloneliness is not an easy place
For the hurly-burly of imagination to long abide.
* * * *
No one can travel any faster than the dreamtime of momentary awareness allows
In their touchy-feely, three-dimensional, very mortal, quantum space-time machine.
* * * *
The sun spins round and round this spinning orb,
The cosmos about so huge as to make the head spin, too.
What a boggling thing it is to exist, even for the shortest while.
* * * *
The quantum mirage of time and space is but a biological-neurological phenomenon.
Nothing more than the mind-body’s imaginary perceptions wafting along neuron trails.
* * * *
Imagination swells larger and larger in the matrix of space and time,
But the moment, the awareness in which it transpires, is ever the same.
* * * *
… and then what happens? …
… and then what happens? … and then what happens? …
… and then what happens? … and then what happens? … and then what happens? …
… and then what happens? … and then what happens? …
… and then what happens? …
… in eternity’s never-beginning-never-ending story? …
* * * *
Awareness is totality.
Awareness is indelible.
Awareness is sovereign.
Awareness is enigmatic.
Awareness is indivisible.
Awareness is inscrutable.
Awareness is inexplicable.
Awareness is unknowable.
Awareness is unfathomable.
Awareness is incomprehensible.
Awareness is indecipherable.
Awareness is unexplainable.
Awareness is inconceivable.
Awareness is immeasurable.
Awareness is impenetrable.
Awareness is indescribable.
Awareness is interminable.
Awareness is immaculate.
Awareness is everything.
Awareness is nothing.
* * * *
If timeless awareness is all that is, and is not,
Then how can it hold on to anything, or anything hold on to it?
How would reincarnation, heavens or hells or purgatories, or any other afterlives,
Be even remotely possible as anything more than imaginary, illusory, fictional, make-believe identities,
As unreal as all to which humankind has so steadfastly clung through all its history?
* * * *
Eternity is the timeless, spaceless, right-here, right-now, every-where,
For every ever that has ever been, for every ever that will ever be.
That all this is happening, that this world and cosmos transpire,
Is as mysterious a mystery as any mystery could ever chance to be.
The challenge is not attempting to name it; the challenge is just being it.
* * * *
There is no god but awareness: inexplicable, indivisible, indelible.
All else is but the dream; the illusion born of consciousness.
Clouds drifting across the sky are as real and lasting.
* * * *
Boxes within boxes within boxes within boxes.
Such is the predicament of human consciousness within all.
Only in pure awareness do all evaporate into the oblivion of true nature.
* * * *
Why feel obligated to believe in, to idolize, to fear, any deity or deities,
Or any other so-called spiritual notions formulated by imagination, human or otherwise?
Being the awareness, being the moment, is the matchless state of existence.
No need for faith, no need for prayer, no need for doctrine.
* * * *
Being awareness, being the moment, is eternal life.
To want more is to be ensnared in the maze of imagination,
The dreamtime of the sensory mind given over to quantum illusion.
* * * *
Heavens and hells and purgatories and reincarnation,
How can the quantum wind of vanity possibly be carried on
Through the timeless awareness of the unborn-undying moment?
It is the game of consciousness, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
To inquire into truth … without goal, without effort, is the challenge.
To have in mind what you are seeking only impedes the quest.
As Yoda said, “Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.”
Stay true, stay sharp, stay open, stay unknowing.
It is far more unworldly than the mind can ever know.
* * * *
Aloneness is without vanity … without point, without purpose, without meaning,
But the voyage into the unfathomable enigma begets every distraction imaginable.
* * * *
Mystery is a far more suitable word for that which is ultimate, that which is true,
That which the human species has all too often corrupted into one idol or many.
* * * *
To bask in the eternal unborn-undying moment,
Some call it nirvana, some satori, some rapture, some joy, some harmony, some ecstasy,
Some paradise, some heaven, some bliss, some contentment.
I call it home, sweet home.
* * * *
And through all creation, no matter how many there may have been,
With every quantum point and particle churning this way and that,
The awareness, the ever-present moment, untarnished by any of it.
* * * *
Awareness is eternal witness to the omnipresent, kaleidoscoping quantum theater.
All identity, all personality, is but the conditioned response of imagination
To all the causes, to all the effects, played out in each and every mind.
The you that you think you are, the you that you believe you are,
Is but an electromagnetically-induced chemical perception,
An illusion, a delusion, a deception, born of a mystery
Whose immeasurable truth can never be known
But by those rare seekers who become it.
* * * *
Regarding reincarnation, which so many belief systems endlessly speculate,
What exactly is it that can be reborn other than imaginary notion?
How can spaceless awareness, how can timeless awareness,
Ever be blemished by any imaginary attribute?
Any given seed is but a one-ride-only space-time machine,
Playing out the nature-nurture patterning into which it is spawned.
* * * *
The moment is awareness; awareness, the moment.
An inextricable, indelible, indivisible, perpetual fact.
* * * *
There is no time in awareness, there is no space in awareness.
There is no cause in awareness, there is no effect in awareness.
There is no beginning in awareness, there is no end in awareness.
There is no purpose in awareness, there is no meaning in awareness.
There is only the indelible moment, to which awareness is witness.
* * * *
Consciousness, cognizance, knowledge, memory, deliberation,
Thinking, recollection, recall, remembrance, retention, reminiscence, rumination,
Contemplation, reflection, meditation, pondering, musing, dreaming,
Merely different words for the same play of imagination.
* * * *
There are no consequences in awareness.
The relationship between cause and effect
Does not in any way encumber awareness,
Does not in any way disturb awareness,
Does not in any way taint awareness.
* * * *
It is a quantum theater.
You are not the quantum theater.
You are the unborn-undying eternal moment.
You are the awareness infusing the quantum theater.
You are the awareness perceiving the quantum theater.
You are the awareness witnessing the quantum theater.
* * * *
Awareness is the eternal moment.
It is without time, without space.
It is without cause, without effect.
It is without beginning, without end.
It is without purpose, without meaning.
It is absolute aloneness, unborn, undying.
* * * *
We are really nothing more than etchings,
Of memories of an existence, we imagine we have lived.
Key moments, that we visualize and re-visualize, over and over again.
Amorphous perceptions, forever unborn, forever undying,
Each and every moment, in the sands of time.
* * * *
Awareness is the indivisible, impenetrable moment.
Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.
It is the inexplicable, immutable, indelible, omnipresent, faceless witness of eternity.
Label it whatever sound or symbol mind wills, no paradigm can ever own its unborn-undying nature.
* * * *
The imaginary you, believes you exist, that you were born, that you will one day die.
That time, that space, are real, that the mind and senses distinguish the universe.
That the rise of humankind and all its civilizations, all its countless creations,
Is somehow ordained by deities on high, machinating with demons below.
And if not that, perhaps some grand, all-encompassing, scientific theory.
Or perhaps the artless nature of the fool too oblivious to even question.
Wake up, wake up, wherever you are, it is but illusion, you, its mystery.
* * * *
Why be at all concerned about heavens or hells or purgatories?
Or reincarnation, or any other mind-made, time-bound conception?
Of past lives you have no memory; of future lives you have no certainty.
All that is relevant is this very right-here-right-now eternal moment.
As it would have been, or will be, in any future-past ever created.
Be in this very singular moment, wherever, whenever, you are,
And all theaters will play out as the sands of time prescribe.
* * * *
… Stop believing …
… Stop believing all you know …
… Stop believing in the world …
… Stop believing in the universe …
… Stop believing in deities and demons …
… Stop believing you are a human being …
… Stop believing you are alive …
… Stop believing you will die …
… Stop believing you were ever born …
… Stop believing you are more than awareness …
… Stop believing you are even awareness …
… Just stop …
* * * *
Despite imagination’s interminable penchant for make-believe,
There is no other time, there is no other space, that you can possibly be,
But this very right-here-right-now, unborn-undying, eternally absolute moment.
* * * *
No matter the migratory path across the globe,
The human paradigm is about stories in all their many different forms.
Call them whatever you will: histories, accounts, chronicles, parables, narratives, folklores, legends,
Myths, sagas, fables, fairytales, tall tales, fish stories, jokes, puns, yarns, anecdotes, witticisms,
Memoirs, journals, diaries, records, annuls, aphorisms, descriptions, maxims, proverbs.
Whether fictional or non-fictional, whether prose, poetry, drama, or some hybrid.
No matter the genre: literary fiction, historical, mystery, magical realism,
Thriller, fantasy, horror, romance, science fiction, bildungsroman,
Dystopian, western, speculative fiction, or realist literature,
Or some other slice and dice of the mind-built pie,
The storytellers sculpt our world, our epoch,
Into whatever form imagination allows.
* * * *
For all practical purpose, vanity is hardwired into the human genome.
Some religious folk like to call it original sin for their own pious reasonings,
But it is really nothing more than the long and arduous path of natural selection.
The morphing evolution of breeding choices in the brewing stews of cultural theaters,
As the species gradually migrated every direction out of the African jungles of so long ago.
It is much less about sin than the inevitable outcome of all the dynamics this mystery has coined.
And awareness, the eternal, indivisible, unborn-undying witness in every sentient creation.
* * * *
The challenge is not making such a challenge of it.
Learn to endure the rises and falls, the ebbs and flows of the given mind.
As much as imagination would like to believe, nothing you do really ultimately matters even one iota.
Look for yourself, let go all the propaganda endlessly contrived for selfish purpose
By all the parasitic middlemen throughout the human epoch.
You are it, it is you, it is that simple.
* * * *
All the histories, all the sciences, all the mathematics,
All the liberal studies, all the arts, all the music, all the whatever,
Are naught but the living-dying of imagination imagining.
Awareness is the unborn-undying witness to all.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness and all the dimensions it imagines.
All are but temporal creations, time-based perceptions of one theater or another.
No matter how vast or small, how complex or simple, all are naught but quantum illusion.
* * * *
A scarcity of self-importance is not necessarily a great weakness.
It can be a judicious realization of the nature of reality,
And the indivisible equality of all creation.
True humility is the ultimate state of beingness.
* * * *
The awareness is neither alive nor dead.
Only consciousness conceives existence.
Only consciousness imagines itself real.
* * * *
The ethereal, sensory dream of quantum existence
Is nothing more than time-bound memory, even as it is happening.
The unborn-undying nature of awareness is not touched
By the willy-nilly of any imaginary construct.
* * * *
Calling it a life implies something much more than it is and can ever be.
Calling it a dream fits the narrative much more accurately;
Imagination being the root of the collusion
To which the human species is so inherently attached.
* * * *
What is the mindful state given over to absolute awareness of the unborn-undying nature?
That which is prior to all imaginary notions evolved of the mind’s quantum dream.
That which is eternally right here, right now, without past, without future.
That which is all you really are, that which is all you really are not.
That which is the omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotence that is truly God.
* * * *
To abide in the eternal awareness is to live in an existential state,
Ever anew, flawless, pristine, impeccable, untarnished, immaculate.
* * * *
Religion is a shell game
In which truth is veiled from the masses,
Who are mindlessly satisfied with titillating make-believe.
The endlessly absurd bunk of all their deities and dogmas and superstitions,
And were it possible, be chucked into the trash heap of history, and forever more disregarded.
* * * *
An 80-year existence as a human being, not including 20-ish leap years, is:
960 months; 4160 weeks; 29,200 days; 700,800 hours; 42,049,000 minutes; 2,522,880,000 seconds.
What will you do with all those moments in your preordained eternal dream?
* * * *
How can you discern the eternal but by observing very lucidly,
By observing beneath the shallows of consciousness at the timeless awareness,
The moment in which the world, the universe, all creation, kaleidoscopes unborn-undying.
* * * *
The awareness of the eternal moment neither creates nor destroys.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither favors nor opposes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither leads nor follows.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither covets nor limits.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither moves nor stills.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither gives nor takes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither ebbs nor flows.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither rises nor sinks.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither wins nor loses.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither loves nor hates.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither comes nor goes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither thinks nor acts.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither begins nor ends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither profits nor loses.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither grasps nor frees.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither lives nor perishes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither succeeds nor fails.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither accepts nor denies.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither grows nor shrinks,
The awareness of the eternal moment neither attacks nor defends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither reveals nor conceals.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither obsesses nor ignores.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither harshens nor softens.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither indulges nor abstains.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither brightens nor darkens.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither increases nor decreases.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither appears nor disappears.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither conquers nor surrenders.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither consumes nor preserves.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither condemns nor absolves.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither ascends nor descends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither hopes nor despairs.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither seeks nor finds.
* * * *
Humankind worships what it sees, what it feels, what it conceives,
Rather than the timeless indivisibility that can never be known,
Rather than the eternal moment that is ever unfathomable.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, that your sensory mind daily perceives,
Will be forever undone at the imaginary mind-body’s demise.
* * * *
Only of the moment is true, and awareness is its witness.
All else is the fluff of consciousness and its imaginary fictions.
* * * *
All ideas, all theories, all beliefs, all opinions,
Are conceptual frameworks concocted by imagination.
Awareness is the moment prior to all movements of consciousness.
* * * *
Whether total detachment is even possible for more than brief moments,
Is one of those ‘needs research’ questions every mind must itself fathom.
* * * *
Who who’s?
Who what’s?
Who where’s?
Who when’s?
Who why’s?
Who how’s?
Who exists?
Who dies?
Who sees?
Who hears?
Who smells?
Who tastes?
Who feels?
Who sleeps?
Who wakes?
Who sits?
Who walks?
Who runs?
Who longs?
Who mates?
Who cares?
Who likes?
Who loves?
Who hates?
Who dreams?
Who works?
Who owns?
Who saves?
Who spends?
Who consumes?
Who pays?
Who knows?
Who wonders?
Who, who, who, are you?
* * * *
The kaleidoscoping quantum theater is but a mirage of the sensory mind.
And no mirage, no concept, no dream, no matter how real or true it may seem,
Is ever ultimately more than an assumption, an invention, a falsehood, a hoax, a lie.
It is all but a reverie to be taken only as seriously as the given witness is inclined.
Laugh if you can, cry if you must, what are joy and sorrow but secular states.
* * * *
Every moment you are born, every moment you die.
Unborn-undying every moment, why hold fast to anything?
Unborn-undying every moment, why be troubled about anything?
Unborn-undying every moment, why believe in anything?
* * * *
The deities most fabricate and worship are of a limited mindscape.
What God truly is, is so beyond the naked eye, that the naked mind
Cannot even begin to comprehend the infinitesimal infinity of it all.
* * * *
All things – animate or inanimate – are always in the quantum here now.
All forms great to small are but notions given reality by the sensory mind.
The eternal moment, the timeless awareness, is all there truly is, and is not.
* * * *
How to say it?
There is only the moment, and the awareness in which it resides.
or
There is only the awareness, and the moment in which it resides.
Can there be the awareness without the moment?
Can there be the moment without the awareness?
Is their separation, severance, partition, divorce, duality,
In any way or shape or form, even remotely possible?
And why would you even bother asking?
Move on, Pilgrim.
* * * *
Space-time is a quantum illusion , an unfathomable theater,
Created by the magic of evolution, playing out in the mystery of awareness.
There is really only the inexplicable, intangible, immeasurable, unknowable, timeless moment,
Through which dreamtime streams, unfolds, unfurls, displays, kaleidoscopes,
In the mind-body patterning of each and every sentient being,
All extemporaneously interacting together,
All very much alone.
* * * *
In the immaculate awareness of the timeless unborn-undying moment, you do not exist.
Only in consciousness, only in the time-bound notions of imagination,
Does the me and myself and I come into being.
* * * *
Awareness does not give a gnat’s ass about your vanity,
All your narcissistic-hedonistic gamesmanship.
It will carry on with or without you.
Always has, always will.
* * * *
If this moment of immaculate awareness is all there is, how can any measurement,
Any assumption, any play of consciousness, whatsoever, ultimately mean anything?
* * * *
You are you, I am I, and we are all but limited mortal elements in this quantum dreamtime,
All together playing out every ecstasy, every agony, every narcissistic-hedonistic spin of the dice,
And not the remotest chance, not the vaguest possibility, of surviving all that long in the relative sense.
* * * *
Look behind those eyes, you think that awareness peering out is really just you?
We are all the same timeless mystery in every form quantum can spin into being.
* * * *
Science, philosophy, religion, spirituality, belief, superstition,
Dogma, worship, exaltation, glorification, adulation, conviction, respect,
Idolization, praise, veneration, reverence, devotion, ceremony, sacrament, adoration,
Commandment, law, creed, canon, doctrine, principle, theory, code, rule, ritual, formula, model,
Speculation, conjecture, estimation, inference, intuition, fantasy, guess, notion …
What use does awareness have, what use does the moment have,
For any arbitrary invention of consciousness?
* * * *
Space-time is a quantum illusion,
A three-dimensional dream of consciousness,
An evolutionary collusion, an ever-kaleidoscoping mirage,
An inexplicable magician’s trick extraordinaire.
* * * *
Whether many deities or just one, all religions, all mythologies,
Are nothing more than human vanity’s superstitious, delusional need
To pretend it is of first and foremost relevance to the inexplicable unknown.
Only path-less-followed minds see through the make-believe,
And stand alone, clear and unknowing.
* * * *
How long will imagination allow you to reside in the immaculate serenity of awareness,
Totally alone, unbound by the tethers of the world and all its hullaballoo?
Why come back ever again to that which is not at all real
In any way or shape or form, whatsoever?
* * * *
To cease cloaking awareness with time and space and its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum attributes,
Is a conceptual awakening that humanity is having considerable difficulty achieving.
Even in light of the vast amount of scientific evidence to the contrary,
Lethargic minds are substantially more suited to superstition and absurdity.
Peering behind the mask of the many-faced mystery is a task to which few are called.
* * * *
Awareness is all there is … In its ever-present moment, you always are.
There is no ‘have always been’ … There is no ‘will always be.’
Time and space are naught but quantum illusions
In which imagination takes flight in every notion imaginable.
* * * *
The human species is not capable of awakening to the larger vision of its Self.
It will slumber on and eventually perish in the ruins of whatever is left,
As ignorant and foolish as when it exited the jungles of long ago.
* * * *
Everything is unequivocally relative to everything else.
Every mind-body, every frame of reference is a universe unto its Self.
No two are ever alike, and none will ever envision any other’s but through their own.
* * * *
The mind-body is the only way you can ever travel the space-time of this eternal quantum mystery.
And it will ever be at a one-breath-at-a-time, one-step-at-a-time, one-moment-at-a-time, kind of pace.
* * * *
Who wrote this?
Who do you think? And why would it matter?
All that matters is that you have the keenness to read it, and unlock the given mind
From the shackles of a conditioned nature-nurture dream.
Awareness is all, all is awareness.
* * * *
There is no forward, there is no back, there is no right nor left nor oblique.
There is only this very right-here-right-now quantum dreamtime,
For whatever moment the mystery of awareness allows.
* * * *
Despite all words, all concepts, all notions to the contrary,
All philosophies must ultimately boil down to nothing,
Else the philosophers have not made the final unknowing leap,
And are instead snared by the metaphors of their own imaginary design.
* * * *
Beneath the eyes, beneath the ears, beneath the nose, beneath the tongue, beneath the skin,
You, the timeless awareness, ever attentive to whatever moment the quantum mystery presents.
* * * *
All sentient life forms small to great gaze out upon their unique universe,
Each and every one, the same indivisible, ubiquitous awareness,
The same indivisible source, the same indivisible mystery.
Declare the awareness to be one god or many,
By whatever deific-sounding sounds comes to mind,
The inscrutable that humankind ever aspires to penetrate,
Is eternally indifferent to, unaffected by, all conscious endeavors.
* * * *
How passionately love can so easily morph into resentment and hate.
It may be eternal in the ultimate, indelibly, excruciatingly idealistic sense,
But the vanities are more than capable of adulterating anything and everything.
* * * *
And how could any other speculated dimension
Operate with a different set of rules, a separate set of laws,
Than that crafted by the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum),
And the ethereal, indivisible awareness in which it plays out?
* * * *
What is death but the end of the need to think, to breathe, to move, to eat, to drink, to poop and pee.
The end of ever-kaleidoscoping agonies and ecstasies played out in the dream of time and space.
The end of power, fame, wealth, and all the narcissistic and hedonistic vanities they serve.
The end of the Seven Deadly Sins: pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth.
The end of knowledge and wisdom and foolishness, and all the effort to maintain them.
Death offers such peace, such quietude, the heaven of non-existence, no imagination required.
* * * *
Here it all is, right here, right now.
Awareness, allotted to an imaginary existence.
The you that you imagine is not, was not, will never be.
You are the nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
A mystery the time-bound mind can never grasp.
* * * *
All nothing more than the make-believe-pretend
Of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum)
Riding the coattails of the mystery of awareness.
* * * *
Delve into the ultimate, definitive, supreme reality of your timeless, sovereign, absolute aloneness.
Your essence, your core, your gist, your crux, your root, your marrow, your beingness,
Your kernel, your lifeblood, your substance, your immortality, your soul.
The one and only truth you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,
Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,
Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,
Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,
Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.
What are they, for whom Self is all there is?
* * * *
What is this phenomenon we call existence?
A long and winding yellow brick road,
A deep and cavernous rabbit hole,
A reverie of timeless perception,
A collection of memories called real.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
To be born is akin to the tabula rasa of unworked wood,
Destined to experience an unknown duration of every whittle existence offers.
Cut, carved, sliced, chiseled, chopped, shaved, trimmed, peeled, shaped, molded, formed, fashioned;
A mind-body-nature-nurture sculpture from first gasping breath to last wheezing one.
* * * *
Every life, a dream of its own, until death, it does forever part.
The same quantum mystery, the same awareness, all the while.
* * * *
Why is it that magical thinking is so crucial for so many?
How is it that the quantum theater is not magical enough?
* * * *
All creation is but a simultaneous blip of imagination.
Ergo, time and space to play it out in grand theater form.
* * * *
Death is a dispassionate reaper.
The powerful and the weak,
The wealthy and the poor,
The famous and the unknown,
All find their way to the same grave.
* * * *
Despite all evidence, all beliefs, all theories, all assumptions to the contrary,
It is nothing more than a manifest dream, a touchy-feely mirage,
That has no ultimate meaning or purpose, whatsoever.
Only vanity ever make-believes it more.
* * * *
If you are perusing philosophical thoughts such as these,
Then you have to some degree realized you are a witness to the mystery.
You are seer, mystic, oracle, hierophant, eye of the unknown peering out upon creation.
Perhaps you will even become a scribe, a future-past fellow of the Dead Poets Society,
Or an artist of some other genre, who may well impart a vision in a way no other has.
Soundbites
Stare at more walls, breath more mindfully, become the mystery you are.
* * * *
Different parts of the jungle have always been off-limits to different dreams.
* * * *
How much more mysterious it truly is than your puny, vain vision can ever devise.
* * * *
Makest thy Self whole.
* * * *
Eternity and infinity are not units of space and/or time.
* * * *
Realize it or not, you are a witness to the mystery.
* * * *
Consciousness, imagination, dreaming, all the same time-bound movement of mind.
* * * *
Love your Self, if you can find it.
* * * *
Awareness has no story to be or tell; what story can long hold its attention?
* * * *
All sense of self is a fabrication of imagination, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
It is in imagination that self is created and vanity rules.
* * * *
There is only awareness, through which imagination dreams.
* * * *
Awareness, even asleep, is eternally awake.
* * * *
Getting old, like it or not, is a journey into the solitude of awareness.
* * * *
The only thing personal about the dream is you.
* * * *
The quantum matrix offers whatever draws, whatever distracts, the churning monkey-mind.
* * * *
Both believer and atheist assume they know something they do not, never could, never will.
* * * *
How can an empty sky be pointed out to clouds caught up in the dreams clouds dream?
* * * *
The aloneness of the mystery is all-pervading.
* * * *
Awareness is the presence through which all dreams abide.
* * * *
The universe is very much alive, such as it is.
* * * *
Eternity is like that.
* * * *
Awareness, witness to all, bound by none.
* * * *
It seems real enough at the time.
* * * *
What is prior to consciousness? Awareness. What is prior to awareness? Nothing.
* * * *
As amazing as the cosmos is, the mind that created it, is even more so.
* * * *
Everyone is on their own, is the ultimate truth.
* * * *
The eternal space does not care whether it is aligned left, right, or center.
* * * *
You are not what you imagine your Self to be, have never been, will never be.
* * * *
Meeting the world, the cosmos, the mystery, as it is, is the simplest, most pragmatic way.
* * * *
Observe the matrix about you with the same detachment you would any stage or screen play.
* * * *
The vanity of time is the realm of any given mind.
* * * *
The truth will set you free, if you let it.
* * * *
Thinkers think, dreamers dream, philosophers philosophize, it is what we do.
* * * *
From the mystery, to the mystery, take it, leave it, what matter either way?
* * * *
Time and space, clouds and sky, consciousness and awareness, where is the separation?
* * * *
Aloneness quenches a thirst loneliness never can, never has, never will.
* * * *
From the mystery, to the mystery, take it, leave it, what matter either way?
* * * *
To be eternally awake is to be that which has no bounds, to be that which is god.
* * * *
How can awareness, how can the moment, ever be known?
* * * *
The challenge is to embrace the mystery without the limitations of imagination.
* * * *
Do not confuse the vanity of consciousness with the sentience of awareness.
* * * *
Truth trumps all.
* * * *
So many universes from which to reckon oblivion.
* * * *
The great unknowing is a wonderous state of mindless.
* * * *
Every one perceives, every one judges, every one abides, their cosmos, in their own unique way.
* * * *
Mind and body and world and cosmos are a simultaneous meld.
* * * *
Any given mind-body and its universe are one in the same.
* * * *
Breathe in awareness, breathe out awareness.
* * * *
Even if only one mind grasped the mystery for what it truly is, that would be one more than enough.
* * * *
Where would time be without manifestation to carry it out?
* * * *
Awareness … namelsss name, worldless world, lightless light, soundless sound, quantumless quantum.
* * * *
Eternity or bust
* * * *
The song of godness, the song of awareness, the song of mystery.
* * * *
Godness, awareness, mystery … same thing.
* * * *
No rules in a knife fight, so why should there be any in the mystery?
* * * *
You want this, I want that; different minds, different universes.
* * * *
What world, what universe, would there be, without you as witness?
* * * *
The solution will come; you just need to provide the space.
* * * *
Who’s the who, who chooses? Consciousness? Or awareness? Or both and neither?
* * * *
The indivisible pie lets you play your illusion however you please.
* * * *
Prior to awareness? 'Tain't no such person nor place nor thing.
* * * *
Easier to conquer the universe than it is your Self.
* * * *
The universe is but a grain of sand.
* * * *
Life, dreamy, touch-feely, three-dimensional illusion that it is, it ain’t all literal, it ain’t all figurative.
* * * *
Awareness without dimension is the ultimate solitude of eternity.
* * * *
The mystery, solved, sort of.
* * * *
Life, a continuous conversation with your Self.
* * * *
Quantum gives, quantum takes.
* * * *
How is it that just being the still awareness of the moment is not enough?
* * * *
Note to Self: Self, I was thinking ...
* * * *
Time and space are imaginary constructs inspired by the illusory world built by the sensory mind.
* * * *
Awareness is the only constant eternity has to offer.
* * * *
The quest for truth is not an exercise in trivial pursuit.
* * * *
Different substances alter in different ways, allowing awareness to witness many facets of one mind.
* * * *
Consciousness is ever-changing; awareness, ever-changeless.
* * * *
Awareness is eternity, eternity is awareness, the one and only real you.
* * * *
Think for your Self.
* * * *
In every moment, you are as close to nothing as awareness gets.
* * * *
Infinity hath no bounds, including you.
* * * *
It is not possible for the mystery to be separate from its creation.
* * * *
Consciousness … imagination … is the usurper of eternity.
* * * *
How can awareness be involved with or concerned about anything?
* * * *
Best not to take yourself too seriously, and your Self, as well.
* * * *
Why you keep doing this to your Self is the real mystery.
* * * *
Call it what you please; it is only sound, it is only vibration, it is only quantum.
* * * *
Imagination only dreams it is alive.
* * * *
Become your universe, become your awareness, become your absolute.
* * * *
Imagination is but a swirl of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., The Great Quantum).
* * * *
In that moment of unknowing, who-what-where-when-why-how are you?
* * * *
Can you really help your Self?
* * * *
How can you see-hear-touch-taste-feel a dream but through imagination?
* * * *
Truth is truth by any name you care to call it.
* * * *
Life is one very long conversation with your Self.
* * * *
Wisdom percolates from a hankering for truth.
* * * *
Good agnostic that you are, treat aliens like you do God, believe in ‘em when you sees ‘em.
* * * *
Become eternity.
* * * *
Consciousness (a.k.a., imagination) is about becoming; awareness, being.
* * * *
There is no yoke in being the mystery you are.
* * * *
Dust to dust, unborn, undying, space and time naught but quantum illusion.
* * * *
Aloneness, dive into it.
* * * *
Eternity is your residence.
* * * *
All there is to know is that you are the mystery of awareness; everything else is imaginary.
* * * *
You must choose to free your Self; no one else can do it for you.
* * * *
In the world … sometimes of it, sometimes not … no worries.
* * * *
Imagination is the usurper of eternity.
* * * *
Awareness is not the third eye; it is the one and only true eye.
* * * *
All are quantum mechanics of the biological sort.
* * * *
Awareness does not require anything.
* * * *
Awareness is the one true eye.
* * * *
Be true to your Self.
* * * *
Awareness does not scratch or bleed or burn.
* * * *
The mystery is an insoluble mystery, even for the mystery.
* * * *
Universe … Omniverse … Quantaverse.
* * * *
And there you are again, imagining yourself real.
* * * *
Extremism, whatever the genre, is always inexplicable to the moderate spirit.
* * * *
However you glean the universe about you, accurate information makes for better decisions.
* * * *
Better a dream than nothing? Or nothing than a dream? Hmm …
* * * *
Time is yours to spend wisely or wastes foolishly as the given dream ordains.
* * * *
There is only the indelible moment, to which awareness is constant witness.
* * * *
Truth: Yours or mine? Hers or his? Theirs or ours?
* * * *
Imaginary universe, imaginary world, imaginary you.
* * * *
When you just timelessly are, nothing is done, nothing is undone.
* * * *
What a condescending thing it is to label the mystery in any way; even calling it a mystery is vanity.
* * * *
The quantum mirage of time and space is but a neurological phenomenon.
* * * *
Truth was trampled in the scuffle a long, long time ago.
* * * *
Whether a world, a universe, or a dimension, all are of the same quantum dream.
* * * *
Awareness is all and none; what more to say?
* * * *
Awareness is the intelligence of eternity.
* * * *
Perfect beingness is the mind-body given over to the eternal awareness of the given moment.
* * * *
The space-time continuum is but an illusion of the electromagnetic spectrum.
* * * *
Prior to all the passions of consciousness, you, awareness, are.
* * * *
Wisdom is the harvest of attention; serenity, the fruit of awareness.
* * * *
Idolatry is not, has never been, will never be, truth.
* * * *
And awareness stirred.
* * * *
You are the unborn-undying awareness prior to consciousness and all its imaginary whims.
* * * *
In every moment, are you born and dying? Or unborn and undying? Who’s looking?
* * * *
Eternal life, eternal death, same thing, same moment.
* * * *
Awareness is the sentience in all things animate; the potential in all things inanimate.
* * * *
The world you have created is your own very much alone.
* * * *
Speculation is not truth; it is all speculation.
* * * *
There is neither time nor space enough in awareness for you to exist.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.
* * * *
Is it eternal life? Or eternal unborn-undying awareness?
* * * *
Awareness is this moment; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
There is nothing to achieve; eternity is all.
* * * *
There are no consequences in awareness.
* * * *
Awareness is the first and the last, the most and least it can ever be.
* * * *
There is no before awareness, there is no after awareness, there is only awareness.
* * * *
A busy mind deflects eternity.
* * * *
Where knowledge ends, awareness reigns absolute.
* * * *
You can kill the mind-body, but you cannot kill your unborn-undying Self.
* * * *
It is a mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Awareness trumps all idolatry.
* * * *
There is no need for a supreme being; the mystery is quite capable on its own.
* * * *
You are eternity cloaked in vanity.
* * * *
So many things you cannot know; no point giving yourself a headache over it all.
* * * *
Awareness is the omniscient voyeur.
* * * *
You are the mystery you seek; discern it and the quest ends.
* * * *
In time, you cannot go back, you can only stream on.
* * * *
No place to arrive, no goal to achieve, no chore to complete, no glory to gain, awareness is.
* * * *
Eternity rules.
* * * *
Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to taste, prior to smell, prior to touch, awareness is.
* * * *
Ever-aging body, ever-aging mind, never-aging mystery.
* * * *
The many are not without the one; the one is just fine all alone.
* * * *
Consciousness is born and dies; awareness is unborn-undying.
* * * *
Scientists measure, philosophers describe, monks meditate, so many ways to explore the mystery.
* * * *
So many guises to this mystery.
* * * *
Awareness is prior to consciousness, prior to all quantum dimensions, all electromagnetic creations.
* * * *
It is consciousness that suffers, it is imagination that suffers, not awareness.
* * * *
You are the unborn-undying awareness; everything else is imaginary.
* * * *
If it requires belief, it is not truth.
* * * *
Consciousness ponders, consciousness wants, consciousness cares; awareness, not so much.
* * * *
Do not for a moment think any creature has ever, or will ever, see the quantum mystery the same.
* * * *
The Great Quantum strikes again.
* * * *
The state of the world is but a dreamer’s dream.
* * * *
Clocks may go round and round, but eternity is ever still.
* * * *
What is eternal life but a mind given over to the awareness prior to consciousness.
* * * *
Who is master? Awareness or imagination? Eternity or consciousness?
* * * *
You are the center of your world, your universe.
* * * *
Does time really go any direction?
* * * *
Wandering a dream.
* * * *
little self, Big Self, which are you here now?
* * * *
In the moment, in pure awareness, you do not exist.
* * * *
Die, and the whole world, the whole cosmos, dies with you.
* * * *
Regarding inquiry into this mystery, only the courageous need apply.
* * * *
The source of vanity is imagining self to be real.
* * * *
Discern that awareness in the dream-weaving mind where time ceases and space dissolves.
* * * *
This is a boggling mystery, why give it a name?
* * * *
Death while living is what seers across time have called the ecstatic union.
* * * *
Rest assured you will be forgotten like all the rest; anonymity is eternity’s guarantee.
* * * *
No persuasion is required in the perception of truth.
* * * *
Existence is the time machine of eternity.
* * * *
What is young, what is old, in the realm of the quantum enigma?
* * * *
Prior to consciousness, prior to memory, prior to imagination, prior to pride, you are.
* * * *
Awareness is all, all is awareness.
* * * *
Consciousness is imagination is dreamtime.
* * * *
No word matters in the realm of eternal awareness to which you are sovereign.
* * * *
Abide in the awareness where contentment reigns.
* * * *
There are neither sages nor seekers in the realm of awareness.
* * * *
So, you are still a seeker seeking the mystery right behind your eyes.
* * * *
There are no rights; life itself is an entitlement.
* * * *
Awareness, without concern, without attachment, allows whatever imagination wills.
* * * *
How can you persuade anyone of the truth they refuse to discern?
* * * *
Somebody else got that dream.
* * * *
Delve into the aloneness; it is you.
* * * *
Awareness is neither heart nor mind, nor any other imaginary notion.
* * * *
No point envying another’s dream; play out the hand you have been dealt.
* * * *
All are first and last who see the unknowable mystery within all things.
* * * *
The cosmic mind is yours to discover if you are capable of letting everything go.
* * * *
A brand-spanking-new discovery every time.
* * * *
Fairytales do not for truth make.
* * * *
If you have tasted something once, you have tasted it a thousand times.
* * * *
Sometimes so huge, sometimes so small.
* * * *
All are comrades in quantum.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, is filled with ghosts of your creation.
Breadcrumbs
I have seen enough, heard enough, tasted enough, smelt enough, touched enough,
And thought and done enough, for all the lifetimes I could have ever imagined.
And if I signed up for this mortal playhouse, I was too drunk to remember.
* * * *
Of course, there are many seers out there who could do it better, say it better, write it better,
But the pivotal point, is that this mystery is you, right here, right now, this moment,
Doing it, saying it, writing it, as well as your given nature-nurture allows.
And if I have gotten it completely wrong, it will not matter.
If I am not wrong, it will not matter, either.
* * * *
I am no authority, I have no authority.
I am just a Joe Everyman, with an outside-all-boxes slant.
A Joe Everyman with an independent, autodidactic outlook on the mystery,
One that couples nicely with a churning mind that regularly spews out every category of thought.
One that seamlessly synergizes with a flair for writing, a knack for word processing,
And a world wide web to launch the entire work across the globe,
In directions and destinations, I can never know,
All with no one at the helm.
* * * *
If it is not written down quickly, likely gone for all eternity.
* * * *
Thinkers thinking, dreamers dreaming, philosophers philosophizing, it is what we do.
* * * *
Awareness is the spirit of totality.
* * * *
It is a curious thing, these many years of so many thoughts coming to mind.
Not sure how they come, how they keep coming, so often, and with such lucidity.
Starts any given time and space, usually with a pen scribbling onto a blank index card,
And then on to Microsoft Word on the MacBook Pro, with all its cherished accoutrements:
Google search, spellcheck, dictionary, thesaurus, and a knack for word association.
All the drafting and newspaper layout make for the spatial machinations.
And … Voilà!
* * * *
Note to Self: Self, I was thinking ...
* * * *
I may be very wrong about all this, but do not see how.
In every way truth can be comprehended: from rational to irrational,
From absolute to relative, from to realistic to delusional, from infinite to infinitesimal,
From sensible to absurd, from ironic to paradoxical, from black to white,
It all melds into a unified certainty that cannot be undone.
It is this acuity, both deliberated and intuited,
That doubts all other contenders.
* * * *
This lifetime exploration of consciousness, of imagination,
Has been a long and winding expedition down the road less traveled.
A destiny to which I have been haphazardly, matter-of-factly, irrevocably drawn,
As the world, the universe, gradually lost its hold over the intelligence prior to consciousness.
* * * *
We are a species that deserves extinction.
Unfortunately for Mother Nature, she has not come up with the final solution fast enough
To save all the other life forms her mystery has spawned.
* * * *
Happened upon the Self again today; always a pleasure.
* * * *
Good agnostic that I am, I treats aliens like I do God, I'll believe in ‘em when I sees ‘em.
* * * *
In the world … sometimes of it, sometimes not … no worries.
* * * *
To bask in the eternal moment,
Some call it nirvana, some satori, some rapture, some joy, some harmony, some ecstasy,
Some paradise, some heaven, some bliss, some contentment.
I call it home, sweet home.
* * * *
What concern have I for heavens and hells,
For reincarnation or any other time-bound conception?
Of past lives I have no memory; of future lives I have no certainty.
All that matters is this very right-here-right-now eternal moment.
As it would have been, or will be, in any future-past ever coined.
* * * *
This is a haphazard collection of many thoughts set down over many years.
It is up to the earnest reader to separate the wheat from the chaff,
To grade, to sort, any of my subjective, limited thinking,
In their astute quest for the irrefutable truth,
To which all have access, but only the rare few discern.
* * * *
Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,
Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,
Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,
Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,
Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.
What are they, for whom Self is all there is?
* * * *
By this mind-body, and the cosmos and world it has somehow fashioned,
I, whatever ‘I’ imagines itself to be, will not much longer be afflicted by this reverie of space and time.
One moment in some relatively near-soon, by, if the fates deign it, this own crippled hand,
This inexplicable awareness shall back into the serenity of oblivion be cast.
* * * *
I have delved into the aloneness, and it is me.
* * * *
Many times, it begins with just the inkling of a notion, not even close to being fully formed,
And the new ditty takes fuller definition as pen scribbles across paper.
And later, when time is made for the keyboard,
That squiggle of an idea often magnifies even further.
The joys of word association are many and not far between.
* * * *
Sun and moon and planets going indivisibly round and round, where’s the time in that?
Who Was the First?
Who was the first to come down from the trees?
Who was the first to walk out into the plain?
Who was the first to gaze up into the skies?
Who was the first to use a hand signal?
Who was the first to utter a word?
Who was the first to stand?
Who was the first to walk?
Who was the first to run?
Who was the first to pursue?
Who was the first to build a fire?
Who was the first to throw a stone?
Who was the first to make a spear?
Who was the first to make a bowl?
Who was the first to make a basket?
Who was the first to tame a wolf?
Who was the first to tame a cat?
Who was the first to cook a meal?
Who was the first to use fire as a weapon?
Who was the first to write a word?
Who was the first to build a tool?
Who was the first to make a bowl?
Who was the first to make a spoon?
Who was the first to make a fork?
Who was the first to make a cup?
Who was the first to plant a seed?
Who was the first to create many gods?
Who was the first to create one god?
Who was the first to make a canoe?
Who was the first to dig a canal?
Who was the first to make an awl?
Who was the first to make ink?
Who was the first to make a knife?
Who was the first to use a club?
Who was the first to make a needle?
Who was the first to make cloth?
Who was the first to color clothing?
Who was the first to make a sword?
Who was the first to make a slingshot?
Who was the first to solve a math problem?
Who was the first to devise a geometric shape?
Who was the first to draw a line?
Who was the first to draw a square?
Who was the first to draw a triangle?
Who was the first to draw a circle?
Who was the first to make paper?
Who was the first to do a string figure?
Who was the first to make music?
Who was the first to make a flute?
Who was the first to make a drum?
Who was the first to make a harp?
Who was the first to make a harpoon?
Who was the first to make a fishing pole?
Who was the first to build a shield?
Who was the first to devise a currency?
Who was the first to make a bed?
Who was the first to enter a cave?
Who was the first to build a hut?
Who was the first to make a tent?
Who was the first to make a sling?
Who was the first to make a bow?
Who was the first to ride a horse?
Who was the first to form a hunting party?
Who was the first to make a mirror?
Who was the first to make a comb?
Who was the first to make a brush?
Who was the first to use build a home?
Who was the first to build a boat?
Who was the first to name a star?
Who was the first to make first painting?
Who was the first to design first symbol?
Who was the first to create a deity?
Who was the first to conceive good and evil?
Who was the first to create paint?
Who was the first to use a stylus?
Who was the first to make pottery?
Who was the first to devise cuneiform?
Who was the first to conceive numbers?
Who was the first to conceive letters?
Who was the first to conceive language?
Who was the first to awaken to Self?
Who was the first to conceive love?
Who was the first to conceive romance?
Who was the first to kill a beast?
Who was the first to wear clothes?
Who was the first to make a wheel?
Who was the first to make a cart?
Who was the first to make a boat?
Who was the first to make a sail?
Who was the first to barter?
Who was the first to create money?
Who was the first to make paper?
Who was the first to create a business?
Who was the first to chip a stone?
Who was the first to make an awl?
Who was the first to wear jewelry?
Who was the first to dig for metal?
Who was the first to make a forge?
Who was the first to create an explosive?
Who was the first to make a shield?
Who was the first to make a rope?
Who was the first to sew?
Who was the first to make clothes?
Who was the first to write graffiti?
Who was the first to wear a tattoo?
Who was the first to domesticate an animal?
Who was the first to swaddle an infant?
Who was the first to bury a body?
Who was the first to eat fruit?
Who was the first to take a hallucinogen?
Who was the first to make alcohol?
Who was the first to create a currency?
Who was the first to smoke tobacco?
Who was the first to kill another?
Who was the first to use a pillow?
Who was the first to float on a log?
Who was the first to swim across a river?
Who was the first to make sugar?
Who was the first to harvest honey?
Who was the first to kill a tiger?
Who was the first to ride an elephant?
Who was the first to make a saddle?
Who was the first to make a stirrup?
Who was the first to milk a goat?
Who was the first to sow a seed?
Who was the first to create a herd?
Who was the first to make a blanket?
Who was the first to make a coat?
Who was the first to dig a well?
Who were the first to hunt as a band?
Who was the first to dam a river?
Who was the first to discover gold?
Who was the first to walk a beach?
Who was the first to milk a cow?
Who was the first to climb a mountain?
Who was the first to sail on the ocean?
Who was the first to wear a dress?
Who was the first to wear pants?
Who was the first to make a belt?
Who was the first to make glass?
Who was the first to wear underwear?
Who was the first to milk a horse?
Who was the first to make a candle?
Who was the first to make a stairway?
Who was the first to build a house?
Who was the first to make a hammock?
Who was the first to make a tent?
Who was the first to catch a fish?
Who was the first to make a net?
Who was the first to trap an animal?
Who was the first to sing a song?
Who was the first to wear makeup?
Who was the first to get a haircut?
Who was the first to tie a knot?
Who was the first to trim his beard?
Who was the first to breed an animal?
Who was the first to harvest a crop?
Who was the first to rape another?
Who was the first to steal from another?
Who was the first to hoard wealth?
Who was the first to torture another?
Who was the first to fight a battle?
Who was the first to bake bread?
Who was the first to build a castle?
Who was the first to make up a story?
Who was the first to see a reflection of their face?
Who was the first to imagine a sense of self?
And who will be the last?
In the Stillness of Awareness
In the stillness of awareness, there is no self.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no birth.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no death.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no vanity.
In the stillness of awareness, there is no duality.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only here.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only now.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only Self.
In the stillness of awareness, there is only you.
Home, Sweet Home
Home, sweet home.
Peace, sweet peace.
Silence, sweet silence.
Solitude, sweet solitude.
Obscurity, sweet obscurity.
Awareness, sweet awareness.
Anonymity, sweet anonymity.
Realization, sweet realization.
Emptiness, sweet emptiness.
Rightness, sweet rightness.
Serenity, sweet serenity.
Home, sweet home.
To Be, or Not to Be
To be, or not to be.
To become, or not to become.
To doubt, or not to doubt.
To see, or not to see.
To share, or not to share.
To love, or not to love.
To serenity, or not to serenity.
To taste, or not to taste.
To think, or not to think.
To imbibe, or not to imbibe.
To give, or not to give.
To inquire, or not to inquire.
To hate, or not to hate.
To eat, or not to eat.
To still, or not to still.
To protect, or not to protect.
To smell, or not to smell.
To coexist, or not to coexist.
To kill, or not to kill.
To tranquil, or not to tranquil.
To battle, or not to battle.
To embrace, or not to embrace.
To know, or not to know.
To touch, or not to touch.
To hear, or not to hear.
To resist, or not to resist.
To breathe, or not to breathe.
To revolt, or not to revolt.
To serve, or not to serve.
To take, or not to take.
To hope, or not to hope.
To live, or not to live.
To instruct, or not to instruct.
To die, or not to die.
To order, or not to order.
To create, or not to create.
To preserve, or not to preserve.
To destroy, or not to destroy.
To pray, or not to pray.
To grok, or not to grok.
To who, or not to who.
To predator, or not to predator.
To try, or not to try.
To wrath, or not to wrath.
To camouflage, or not to camouflage.
To covet, or not to covet.
To repose, or not to repose.
To exist, or not to exist.
To academic, or not to academic.
To boast, or not to boast.
To what, or not to what.
To sow, or not to sow.
To empathy, or not to empathy.
To follow, or not to follow.
To denounce, or not to denounce.
To torture, or not to torture.
To enjoy, or not to enjoy.
To compete, or not to compete.
To waffle, or not to waffle.
To grow, or not to grow.
To ally, or not to ally
To sojourn, or not to sojourn.
Th charge, or not to charge.
To abide, or not to abide.
To beg, or not to beg.
To rebel, or not to rebel.
To permit, or not to permit.
To mold, or not to mold.
To join, or not to join.
To review, or not to review.
To affiliate, or not to affiliate.
To dream, or not to dream.
To waiver, or not to waiver.
To conquer, or not to conquer
To win, or not to win.
To shuffle, or not to shuffle.
To lose, or not to lose.
To surrender, or not to surrender.
To go, or not to go.
To dive, or not to dive.
To write, or not to write.
To discern, or not to discern.
To propagate, or not to propagate.
To stop, or not to stop.
To learn, or not to learn.
To succeed, or not to succeed.
To impede, or not to impede.
To where, or not to where.
To nurture, or not to nurture.
To sympathy, or not to sympathy.
To fail, or not to fail.
To sit, or not to sit.
To prey, or not to prey.
To recline, or not to recline.
To lead, or not to lead.
To victim, or not to victim.
To innovate, or not to innovate.
To wander, or not to wander.
To lie, or not to lie.
To produce, or not to produce.
To idol, or not to idol.
To investigate, or not to investigate.
To when, or not to when.
To fall, or not to fall.
To assert, or not to assert.
To draw, or not to draw.
To sheeple, or not to sheeple.
To understand, or not to understand.
To collaborate, or not to collaborate.
To quest, or not to quest.
To fly, or not to fly.
To increase, or not to increase.
To cease, or not to cease.
To pass, or not to pass.
To observe, or not to observe.
To help, or not to help.
To why, or not to why.
To speak, or not to speak.
To extrapolate, or not to extrapolate.
To symbol, or not to symbol.
To work, or not to work.
To narrate, or not to narrate.
To renounce, or not to renounce.
To play, or not to play.
To invent, or not to invent.
To remind, or not to remind.
To tolerate, or not to tolerate.
To contend, or not to contend.
To feel, or not to feel.
To contort, or not to contort.
To fantasy, or not to fantasy.
To lust, or not to lust.
To mention, or not to mention.
To argue, or not to argue.
To angel, or not to angel.
To own, or not to own.
To decrease, or not to decrease.
To how, or not to how.
To save, or not to save.
To journey, or not to journey.
To trip, or not to trip.
To rhetoric, or not to rhetoric.
To participate, or not to participate.
To allow, or not to allow.
To respond, or not to respond.
To romantic, or not to romantic.
To analyze, or not to analyze.
To act, or not to act.
To complain, or not to complain.
To passion, or not to passion.
To walk, or not to walk.
To challenge, or not to challenge.
To throw, or not to throw.
To desire, or not to desire.
To drudge, or not to drudge.
To berate, or not to berate.
To state, or not to state.
To cast off, or not to cast off.
To tribe, or not to tribe.
To teach, or not to teach.
To true, or not to true.
To achieve, or not to achieve.
To drift, or not to drift.
To maintain, or not to maintain.
To toss, or not to toss.
To start, or not to start.
To rant, or not to rant.
To disdain, or not to disdain.
To inflict, or not to inflict.
To explore, or not to explore.
To quit, or not to quit.
To criticize, or not to criticize.
To spend, or not to spend.
To buy, or not to buy.
To rise, or not to rise.
To sermon, or not to sermon.
To infinite, or not to infinite.
To care, or not to care.
To groupthink, or not to groupthink.
To heal, or not to heal.
To condemn, or not to condemn.
To doublethink, or not to doublethink.
To address, or not to address.
To quantum, or not to quantum.
To extinct, or not to extinct.
To cooperate, or not to cooperate.
To rage, or not to rage.
To party, or not to party.
To pragmatic, or not to pragmatic.
To existential, or not to existential.
To react, or not to react.
To false, or not to false.
To dismiss, or not to dismiss.
To thoughtcrime, or not to thoughtcrime.
To remark, or not to remark.
To grasp, or not to grasp.
To demon, or not to demon.
To superstition, or not to superstition.
To quarrel, or not to quarrel.
To experiential, or not to experiential.
To listen, or not to listen.
To drink, or not to drink.
To comprehend, or not to comprehend.
To harangue, or not to harangue.
To practical, or not to practical.
To one, or not to one.
To fix, or not to fix.
To empirical, or not to empirical.
To critique, or not to critique.
To riot, or not to riot.
To protect, or not to protect.
To sell, or not to sell.
To totality, or not to totality.
To twist, or not to twist.
To flourish, or not to flourish.
To zip, or not to zip.
To cultivate, or not to cultivate.
To hunger, or not to hunger.
To vie, or not to vie.
To paradox, or not to paradox.
To irony, or not to irony.
To hint, or not to hint.
To describe, or not to describe.
To mature, or not to mature.
To newspeak, or not to newspeak.
To zeal, or not to zeal.
To explain, or not to explain.
To fish, or not to fish.
To doublespeak, or not to doublespeak.
To condone, or not to condone.
To run, or not to run.
To reason, or not to reason.
To anarchy, or not to anarchy.
To seek, or not to seek.
To repair, or not to repair.
To desecrate, or not to desecrate.
To deride, or not to deride.
To wise, or not to wise.
To comment, or not to comment.
To kneel, or not to kneel.
To nest, or not to nest.
To assist, or not to assist.
To oppose, or not to oppose.
To perceive, or not to perceive.
To defend, or not to defend.
To witness, or not to witness.
To thirst, or not to thirst.
To ask, or not to ask.
To announce, or not to announce.
To shield, or not to shield.
To harvest, or not to harvest.
To delve, or not to delve.
To note, or not to note.
To mayhem, or not to mayhem.
To fathom, or not to fathom.
To delight, or not to delight.
To dig, or not to dig.
To partner, or not to partner.
To sally, or not to sally.
To adapt, or not to adapt.
To attack, or not to attack.
To venture, or not to venture.
To evolve, or not to evolve.
To chameleon, or not to chameleon.
To have, or not to have.
To pretend, or not to pretend.
To struggle, or not to struggle.
To endure, or not to endure.
To wonder, or not to wonder.
To question, or not to question.
To be, or not to be.
Those are some questions.
The Same Grave
Death is a dispassionate reaper.
The powerful and the weak,
The wealthy and the poor,
The famous and the unknown,
All find their way to the same grave.
You Did Not Choose
You did not choose your birth.
You did not choose your body.
You did not choose your mind.
You did not choose your family.
You did not choose your gender.
You did not choose your culture.
You did not choose your tradition.
You did not choose your language.
You did not choose your geography.
You did not choose your education.
You did not choose your ethnicity.
You did not choose your customs.
You did not choose your politics.
You did not choose your history.
You did not choose your mores.
You did not choose your creed.
You did not choose your status.
You did not choose your caste.
You did not choose your time.
You did not choose your space.
Have you ever really had any choice,
In your long and winding journey to destiny?
Awareness
Awareness is totality.
Awareness is indelible.
Awareness is sovereign.
Awareness is enigmatic.
Awareness is indivisible.
Awareness is inscrutable.
Awareness is inexplicable.
Awareness is unknowable.
Awareness is unfathomable.
Awareness is incomprehensible.
Awareness is indecipherable.
Awareness is unexplainable.
Awareness is inconceivable.
Awareness is immeasurable.
Awareness is impenetrable.
Awareness is indescribable.
Awareness is interminable.
Awareness is immaculate.
Awareness is everything.
Awareness is nothing.
Just Stop
… Stop believing …
… Stop believing all you know …
… Stop believing in the world …
… Stop believing in the universe …
… Stop believing in deities and demons …
… Stop believing you are a human being …
… Stop believing you are alive …
… Stop believing you will die …
… Stop believing you were ever born …
… Stop believing you are more than awareness …
… Stop believing you are even awareness …
… Just stop …
You Are Not
You are not your mind.
You are not your body.
You are not your mask.
You are not your nature.
You are not your nurture.
You are not your imagination.
You are not your perceptions.
You are not your memories.
You are not your vanities.
You are not your dreams.
You are not your hopes.
You are not your values.
You are not your history.
You are not your language.
You are not your identity.
You are not your name.
You are not your ethnicity.
You are not your gender.
You are not your family.
You are not your tribe.
You are not your caste.
You are not your culture.
You are not your country.
You are not your religion.
You are not your work.
You are not your talents.
You are not your hobbies.
You are not your things.
You are not your successes.
You are not your failures.
You are not your desires.
You are not your fears.
You are not your ecstasies.
You are not your agonies.
You are not your time.
You are not your space.
You are not your world.
You are not your universe.
You are not your dimension.
You are not anything; you are not everything.
You are not … You are not … You are not … You are not …
But the awareness, the indivisibility, the mystery, permeating all … and none.
From Dust to Dust
From dust to dust.
From null to null.
From void to void.
From sleep to sleep.
From abyss to abyss.
From silence to silence.
From stillness to stillness.
From nonbeing to nonbeing.
From extinction to extinction.
From nothingness to nothingness.
From nonexistence to nonexistence.
From insignificant to insignificant.
From indivisibility to indivisibility.
From annihilation to annihilation.
From detachment to detachment.
From insentience to insentience.
From unconcern to unconcern.
From emptiness to emptiness.
From obscurity to obscurity.
From quantum to quantum.
From inertness to inertness.
From oblivion to oblivion.
You Are
As huge as huge is, as small as small is, you are.
As strong as strong is, as weak as weak is, you are.
As kind as kind is, as merciless as merciless is, you are.
As virtuous as virtuous is, as corrupt as corrupt is, you are.
As illustrious as illustrious is, as ordinary as ordinary is, you are.
As something as something is, as nothing as nothing is, you are.
As abundant as abundant is, as scarce as scarce is, you are.
As aware as aware is, as ignorant as ignorant is, you are.
As infinite as infinite is, as finite as finite is, you are.
As true as true is, as untrue as untrue is, you are.
As real as real is, as unreal as unreal is, you are.
As all things are, as all things are not, you are.
Un-Imagine
Un-imagine you are this mind-body.
Un-imagine you are this existence.
Un-imagine you are this world.
Un-imagine you are this cosmos.
Un-imagine you are this dreamtime.
What Cosmos?
What cosmos does any creature perceive?
What cosmos does an aardvark perceive?
What cosmos does a cockroach perceive?
What cosmos does an octopus perceive?
What cosmos does a sparrow perceive?
What cosmos does a buffalo perceive?
What cosmos does a giraffe perceive?
What cosmos does a turtle perceive?
What cosmos does a trout perceive?
What cosmos does a tiger perceive?
What cosmos does a dog perceive?
What cosmos does a tree perceive?
What cosmos does a frog perceive?
What cosmos does a seal perceive?
What cosmos does a clam perceive?
What cosmos does an ant perceive?
What cosmos does a bush perceive?
What cosmos does a hawk perceive?
What cosmos does a whale perceive?
What cosmos does a shark perceive?
What cosmos does bacteria perceive?
What cosmos does a human perceive?
What cosmos does a lobster perceive?
What cosmos does an oyster perceive?
What cosmos does a dolphin perceive?
What cosmos does a penguin perceive?
What cosmos does a scorpion perceive?
What cosmos does a kangaroo perceive?
What cosmos does any creature perceive?
Perception is a nature-nurture phenomenon.
All things great to small, very much alone together.
Mortal Slime
The smells! The smells!
The tastes! The tastes!
The sights! The sights!
The sounds! The sounds!
The textures! The textures!
The thoughts! The thoughts!
A mystery born of mortal slime.
What Would Your World Be?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the eyes to see?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the ears to hear?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the nose to smell?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the tongue to taste?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the body to touch?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without the mind to think?
What would your world be, what would your universe be, without all of the above?
Fate
The fate of the universe is the fate of the universe.
The fate of the world is the fate of the world.
The fate of all life is the fate of all life.
The fate of you is the fate of you.
All just aspects of the same mystery.
No need to make anything more than it is.
Plays of Imagination
Is time separate from space?
Are clouds separate from the sky?
Are currents separate from the ocean?
Is consciousness separate from awareness?
Is one moment separate from any other moment?
Are you separate from the mystery that is unfathomable?
All dualistic notions are nothing more than plays of imagination.
Who?
Who who’s?
Who what’s?
Who where’s?
Who when’s?
Who why’s?
Who how’s?
Who exists?
Who dies?
Who sees?
Who hears?
Who smells?
Who tastes?
Who feels?
Who listens?
Who speaks?
Who writes?
Who sleeps?
Who wakes?
Who sits?
Who walks?
Who runs?
Who cares?
Who likes?
Who longs?
Who laughs?
Who yells?
Who cries?
Who hopes?
Who loves?
Who mates?
Who dreads?
Who fears?
Who hates?
Who begs?
Who dreams?
Who works?
Who owns?
Who pays?
Who saves?
Who spends?
Who consumes?
Who knows?
Who wonders?
Who, who, who, are you?
Awareness of the Eternal Moment
The awareness of the eternal moment neither creates nor destroys.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither favors nor opposes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither leads nor follows.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither covets nor limits.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither moves nor stills.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither gives nor takes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither ebbs nor flows.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither rises nor sinks.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither wins nor loses.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither loves nor hates.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither comes nor goes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither thinks nor acts.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither begins nor ends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither profits nor loses.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither grasps nor frees.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither lives nor perishes.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither succeeds nor fails.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither accepts nor denies.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither grows nor shrinks,
The awareness of the eternal moment neither attacks nor defends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither reveals nor conceals.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither obsesses nor ignores.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither harshens nor softens.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither indulges nor abstains.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither brightens nor darkens.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither increases nor decreases.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither appears nor disappears.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither conquers nor surrenders.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither consumes nor preserves.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither condemns nor absolves.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither ascends nor descends.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither hopes nor despairs.
The awareness of the eternal moment neither seeks nor finds.
Dualistic Notion
Is time separate from space?
Are clouds separate from the sky?
Are currents separate from the ocean?
Is consciousness separate from awareness?
Is one moment separate from any other moment?
Are you separate from the mystery that is unfathomable?
All dualistic notions are nothing more than plays of imagination.
The Same Quantum Mystery
Asleep or drowsy or indolent or awake,
It is all the same quantum pointlessness,
It is all the same quantum unfathomability.
It is all the same quantum unborn-undying.
It is all the same quantum unknowability.
It is all the same quantum indivisibility.
It is all the same quantum dreamtime.
It is all the same quantum mystery.
The Same Awareness
All sentient life forms small to great gaze out upon their unique universe,
Each and every one, the same indivisible, ubiquitous awareness,
The same indivisible source, the same indivisible mystery.
Declare the awareness to be one god or many,
By whatever deific-sounding sounds comes to mind,
The inscrutable that humankind ever aspires to penetrate,
Is eternally indifferent to, unaffected by, all conscious endeavors.
The Mystery of the Mystery
It is a mysterious mystery.
It is an absolute mystery.
It is an immeasurable mystery.
It is an immaculate mystery.
It is a sovereign mystery.
It is an indelible mystery.
It is an unadulterated mystery.
It is an indivisible mystery.
It is an inexplicable mystery.
It is an ultimate mystery.
It is an unknowable mystery.
It is a timeless mystery.
It is a quintessential mystery.
It is a spaceless mystery.
It is an imperishable mystery.
It is an unfathomable mystery.
It is a pristine mystery.
It is an indecipherable mystery.
It is a seamless mystery.
It is an interminable mystery.
It is a baffling mystery.
It is an unmitigated mystery.
It is an unspoiled mystery.
It is an impeccable mystery.
It is an enigmatic mystery.
It is an inconceivable mystery.
It is an untainted mystery.
It is an ineffable mystery.
It is an inscrutable mystery.
It is a precise mystery.
It is an impenetrable mystery.
It is an ideal mystery.
It is a flawless mystery.
It is an unborn mystery.
It is an undying mystery.
It is an eternal mystery.
It is an unparalleled mystery.
It is a supreme mystery.
It is an architype mystery.
It is a superlative mystery.
It is an unavoidable mystery.
It is a creative mystery.
It is a destructive mystery.
It is an inventive mystery.
It is an imaginative mystery.
It is an unprecedented mystery.
It is a singular mystery.
It is a spectacular mystery.
It is an unusual mystery.
It is a novel mystery.
It is an innovative mystery.
It is a spontaneous mystery.
It is a kaleidoscoping mystery.
It is a unique mystery.
It is a paradigm mystery.
It is a metaphorical mystery.
It is an adamant mystery.
It is a metaphorical mystery.
It is an inescapable mystery.
It is an unchangeable mystery.
It is a relentless mystery.
It is an inflexible mystery.
It is an ironic mystery.
It is a paradoxical mystery.
It is a boggling mystery.
It is an unrivaled mystery.
It is an unequaled mystery.
It is an unmatched mystery.
It is an unsurpassed mystery.
It is a special mystery.
It is an outstanding mystery.
It is a brilliant mystery.
It is an inexorable mystery.
It is an exclusive mystery.
It is an incomprehensible mystery.
It is a distinctive mystery.
It is an exceptional mystery.
It is an inimitable mystery.
It is a matchless mystery.
It is a one-off mystery.
It is an outstanding mystery.
It is an irreplaceable mystery.
It is a hypothetical mystery.
It is a theoretical mystery.
It is an implausible mystery.
It is a surreptitious mystery.
It is an unsolvable mystery.
It is a cryptic mystery.
It is a puzzling mystery.
It is an extraordinary mystery.
It is a profound mystery.
It is a ruthless mystery.
It is a perplexing mystery.
It is a complex mystery.
It is an incomparable mystery.
It is a peculiar mystery.
It is a weird mystery.
It is an audacious mystery.
It is a cagey mystery.
It is a fearless mystery.
It is an intrepid mystery.
It is a courageous mystery.
It is a puzzling mystery.
It is an obscure mystery.
It is a hidden mystery.
It is an ambiguous mystery.
It is an abyss mystery.
It is an empty mystery.
It is an obtuse mystery.
It is a vacuous mystery.
It is a streaming mystery.
It is a bottomless mystery.
It is a shrewd mystery.
It is a perceptive mystery.
It is a wise mystery.
It is a judicious mystery.
It is an incisive mystery.
It is an intelligent mystery.
It is a sensible mystery.
It is a never-ending mystery.
It is a limitless mystery.
It is a boundless mystery.
It is an effortless mystery.
It is an unpretentious mystery.
It is an artless mystery.
It is an inherent mystery.
It is an actual mystery.
It is a predictable mystery.
It is a foolish mystery.
It is an instinctive mystery.
It is a hollow mystery.
It is a vague mystery.
It is a vibrating mystery.
It is a pointless mystery.
It is a hard-hearted mystery.
It is a methodical mystery.
It is an oscillating mystery.
It is a quantum mystery.
It is a scientific mystery.
It is a logical mystery.
It is a precise mystery.
It is a detached mystery.
It is a forthright mystery.
It is a natural mystery.
It is an exact mystery.
It is a systematic mystery.
It is a complete mystery.
It is a definitive mystery.
It is a state-of-the-art mystery.
It is a true mystery.
It is an implacable mystery.
It is a merciless mystery.
It is an unbending mystery.
It is a callous mystery.
It is an abundant mystery.
It is an everything mystery.
It is an unbreakable mystery.
It is an immortal mystery.
It is a ground mystery.
It is a demanding mystery.
It is a meticulous mystery.
It is a holographic mystery.
It is a matrix mystery.
It is a patternless mystery.
It is an arcane mystery.
It is an esoteric mystery.
It is an untraceable mystery.
It is a pathless mystery.
It is an indescribable mystery.
It is a majestic mystery.
It is a nothing mystery.
It is a fastidious mystery.
It is an unexplainable mystery.
It is an unyielding mystery.
It is an infinite mystery.
It is a bona fide mystery.
It is a mysterious mystery.
It is … a mystery.