Leftovers
When were you born?
When you exited your mother’s womb?
When you were conceived by the union of sperm and egg?
When the etchings of life first began in some long, long ago primordial puddle?
When the quantum mystery first began forming into the universe?
And what makes you so sure you were ever born at all?
What makes you so sure you are anything more
Than an imaginary dream of mind?
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Why have you never even once seen your face,
And how many ever-changing faces do you really have
Across the indivisibility of your quantum infinity?
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There are consequences to action or lack of action.
There are consequences to yes, to no, to maybe.
There are consequences to every turn of the card,
To every roll of the dice, to every spin of the wheel.
Every cause becomes effect, every effect becomes cause.
Creation becomes destruction, destruction becomes creation.
There is no end to the kaleidoscoping wheel of quantum persuasion,
But through awareness that eternity is but an unending ephemeral moment.
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What to do when meaning and purpose have lost their sheen, their raison d'être?
Examining the writings of seers and philosophers across all time and space,
It can be seen there is naught but arbitrary rhyme and reason to the many conclusions,
So the answer is, as is so often the case in the vain ways of the monkey mind: Whatever amuses you.
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It can be very challenging to be responsible for your actions
Without being a puppet of duty, of obligation, of compulsion.
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The universe without is confabulated by the machinations of the universe within.
A quantum tapestry; the cotton candy of imagination spun from practically nothing.
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Death while living is the end to the incessant becoming
Born of the intertwining dance between desire and fear.
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The awareness requires no self-imagery, whatsoever.
All notions of any identity, any self, immortal or otherwise,
Are nothing more than the perpetual ramblings of consciousness,
Of ever-churning imagination playing, pretending, deluding itself real.
Neuron trails blazing away this way and that, coining illusion out of nothing.
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Meditation is its own goalless goal.
A tuning into the timelessness of time.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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There is nothing to take; there is nothing to give.
There is nothing to spend; there is nothing to save.
There is nothing to become; there is nothing to be.
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There is only one eternal moment,
And it is ever the prior-to-consciousness awareness
Of the ephemeral right-here-right-now.
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Without desire there is no fear; without fear there is no you.
Fear is the confabulator of all self-imagery, of all delusion.
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Wanting something from the other, something of the other,
Is but fear’s endless quest to fill nothing with everything.
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Dead poets and such will undoubtedly influence many a thinker’s existence,
But allow them to run it from the grave?
No.
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Only the rare few get inexorably drawn down the rabbit hole less traveled.
Most mind their P’s and Q’s and hold fast as close as possible
To whatever thoroughfare their minds allow.
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Any group, any individual,
Wanting everything for nothing,
Eventually find themselves with nothing.
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What has science become but the cataloging of unending, mind-numbing minutia.
How far can it go before all its technologies finally leave it with nothing to grasp.
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Imaginary universe.
Imaginary world.
Imaginary you.
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Even in the inexorable face of complete and unutterable annihilation,
It is more than likely the greater portion of human beings
Will fervently cling to their idolatrous notions
Of one illusory deity or another.
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Behavior codes are as whimsical as dress codes.
To be constrained by any limited mode of thinking
Is but the conditioning of a mind imprisoned in time.
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What is never born never dies.
Only consciousness endures the illusion of birth and death and life between.
Only awareness is timelessly, immortally changeless.
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Aging begets an ever-unfolding set of consequences
For which compromise and adaptation are requisite.
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The subtlety of truth is that it can never be grasped in any way imaginable,
Because it is prior to time, prior to space, prior to consciousness.
Utterly, indivisibly, timelessly, flawlessly absolute.
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A dubious assumption.
Another dubious assumption.
Yet another dubious assumption.
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What are you but immortal awareness
Encased, ensnared, in a corporal container,
Playing out a temporal meme born of imagination.
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So it goes.
Too bad.
So sorry.
Oh well.
Deal with it.
Get over it.
Move on.
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Life goes on; there is no stopping it.
Facades and names change, narratives change,
But is ever the same on and on and on,
As timeless as it is time-bound.
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Life is a Rolodex of ever-changing perceptions and values.
How any given mind sees its world is never the same for long.
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Regarding human overpopulation,
It is not just an elephant in the room,
It is an elephant totally filling the room.
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The dreamer is the dream.
The dream is the dreamer.
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Existence is chock-full of possibilities,
Of which any given mind discerns relatively few
In its relatively brief statistical sampling.
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The Goldilocks Syndrome:
In winter, you miss summer; in spring, you miss autumn;
In summer, you miss winter; in autumn, you miss spring.
Discontent is a time-bound melancholy of its own creation.
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Behind the illusory mask,
Behind the imaginary character,
A space, an emptiness, ever unknowable.
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When mind abides in ever-present awareness,
The world, the universe, as it is known, disappears into timelessness,
And the senses merely function as the un-translated, un-rendered dreammakers they are.
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According to Wikipedia:
Guṇa is a key concept in Hindu philosophy.
Depending on the context, it means "string, thread, strand",
Or "virtue, merit, excellence", or "quality, peculiarity, attribute, property".
According to this worldview, there are three gunas, that have always been,
And continue to be present in all things and beings in the world.
These three gunas are called:
Sattva is goodness, constructive, harmonious.
Rajas is passion, active, confused.
Tamas is darkness, destructive, chaotic.
According to Apple MacBook Pro dictionary:
Sattva is the quality of goodness, positivity, truth, serenity, balance, peacefulness,
and virtuousness that is drawn towards Dharma and Jnana (knowledge).
Rajas is the innate tendency or quality that drives motion, energy and activity.
Tamas is the quality of inertia, inactivity, dullness, or lethargy.
In each and every thing, in each and every being, these forces uniquely blend.
What’s your brew?
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The youthful pursuit of the many pleasures of mind and body
Eventually leads to an endless avoidance of its countlessly wearing,
Exhausting, trying, tiresome, irksome, taxing, draining tortures.
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Those who contemplate thoughts of this nature
Are drawn to discerning and exploring the singularity
In whatever way their nature-nurture dreamtime has in store.
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History is process, and process repeats its patterns, but never goes back.
Square one is a long ago before the ever-after of time was ever conceived.
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The greed for more, more, more, and still more,
Is the driving force behind the human paradigm.
To be truly content with one’s lot is rare, indeed.
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Consciousness does not easily give over its delusional dreamtime
To the quietude of its original nature, of its timeless awareness,
In which it hither-thither vainly moves like clouds in the sky.
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Awareness is aware of every point and particle of the manifest dreamtime.
It is aware of every kaleidoscoping matrix quantum moment throughout all eternity.
The many creations it omnisciently witnesses are aware of it only rarely, if ever.
To awaken to the awareness, the indelible mystery within and without,
To wander through the reverie, conscious of the omniscience,
Is a center stage role available to all, but offered to few.
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People come and go in your existence in every imaginable way, from tepid to sweet to bitter.
The brew can be intoxicating or depressing, memorable or scarcely remembered,
But all contribute to your frame of reference, your wily bag of tricks,
Your memories ranging from passionate to indifferent,
From affection to mourning to loathing.
The swirl of thoughts in your mind is but a dream,
But it is how you perceive it, it is how you play it, it is how you roll.
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Any game of monopoly naturally leads to a level of greed
That cannot be undone but by starting over,
And that is only rarely allowed,
And then only through great determination,
Often fused with great violence and even greater suffering.
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Never too late to expand that self-absorbed horizon,
That frame of reference, that perspective born of limitation,
To which so many so narcissistically, hedonistically, mindlessly cling.
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Awareness is the unknowable source of all intelligence.
Creation is but the sequential means of its eternal quantum potential
For dreaming whatever its kaleidoscoping matrix of a mystery has in no-mind store.
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That voice in your head is nothing more than a recording
Of imagination’s response to the nature-nurture conditioning.
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Those for whom the limelight is never bright enough,
Those whose avarice can never be satiated,
Those driven to rule over others,
Are caught in a web of self-absorption,
A blaze of vain notion that cannot be quenched,
No matter how inconceivably successful the endeavor.
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Curious so many believe Jesus is going to save them
When he could not even manage to save himself as more than a myth.
Besides which, every living thing already has eternal life,
So what is there to save, what is there to lose?
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To fully perceive that you are not this manifestation is an unending challenge.
The sensory theater is ever an enticing, hypnotic, call of the sirens.
It is not at all easy to meander in unconditional solitude,
Hypnotized as you are by the cultural paradigm
Founded upon a genetic predisposition
Towards interaction with individual and groups,
That spontaneously evolved in the fierce jungles of long ago.
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What is politics but someone offering others whatever they want,
In exchange for something tangible or intangible in return.
A win-win game for them, and perhaps even for a great many others,
But for the rest, well, they will just have to sort it out on their own, will they not?
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Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
And however it may unfold, if you are contemplating such as this,
Your fate may well be to be an unfathomable eye of the unfolding dream.
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The irony and paradox of eternal life is that the living is in the dying.
So obvious, so clear, guileless, as to be unintelligible
To all but the most astute eye and ear.
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The world, the cosmos, will consume your body, your mind, your dream, as it does everything else.
The real you, however, is eternally immortal, indivisible, untouched, ever aware.
It is That which is never born, That which never dies.
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Any cosmos is indifferent to its myriad dreams, yours included.
The truth is that only imagination cares, only imagination bothers.
Your existence is a joke, an absurdity, to which the most sober response
Is a great dollop of irony and doubt, especially toward your fictional persona.
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The true believer, no matter the belief, is caught in the web of space and time,
And can never perceive that the meme is but a dream.
Freedom is but a word.
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No one has ever, could ever, see it the way you have.
Your aloneness is very much equal to all the aloneness
Every other sentient being has ever, or will ever endure.
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The joy of aging is spending more and more time
Dealing with all the consequences of whatever you have done
With your very unfathomable, very time-bound, very timeless dreamtime.
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The many god games.
The Jesus games, the Buddha games,
The Krishna games, the Lao Tzu games, the Moses games,
The Mohammed games, the whatever else games.
Games, games, games, nothing more.
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You want tranquility?
Let go all passion.
Still the mind.
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Many people who believe themselves deserving would do well to remember
That many if not most entitlements are privileges, not rights.
Not something to expect will always be there.
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Disengage from the patter of mind.
Dive into the still depths of awareness.
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Every sentient creature,
Each very much timelessly alone,
Suffers existence in its own very unique way.
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Awareness is not at all concerned with what part it is given, or for how long.
It will act out, without attachment, whatever way the winds of nature-nurture blow.
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To perceive the human paradigm
As anything more than a temporal fabrication of vanity,
Is to miss the indivisible, unblemished, immortal awareness permeating all eternity.
The illusory quantum dreamtime is but a means to all the endings
That are harvested from all the beginnings,
None of which ever really truly even once happened.
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The world, the universe, seemingly offers every imaginable distraction
To seduce hungry minds away from discerning the mystery permeating all creation.
Perhaps a rare few are not enticed at all, and others awaken only after a long and winding quests,
But most are adrift in the labyrinth of greed for their entire dream of space and time,
Gorging in every conceivable way to fill the emptiness that cannot be filled.
Racing to their mortal ends still ravenous for more, more, more.
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You are the mystery, eternally infinite, indelible, alone.
All else, all other, all new, all old, all anything, all everything,
Are but imaginary notions, no matter how seemingly real and true.
Time and space are but illusion fashioned by the sensory quantum mind.
This ever-present, ever-motionless, unborn-undying moment, is all there truly is.
All experience, all knowledge, all rumination, is ultimately but an inconsequential dream.
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Even the most subtle words, the most intricate explanations, cannot encapsulate reality,
For that which is indivisible is prior to all things born of the imaginary mind.
It is only in the prior-to-consciousness awareness of the no-mind,
In which the earnest seeker of truth can find solace.
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The attributes of mental and physical health
Have many aspects, many characteristics, many points of view:
Acuity, adroitness, agility, alertness, athleticism, balance, brawniness, cardio, tone,
Concentration, coordination, core, drive, energy, fitness, dexterity, discipline, durability, dynamism,
Ease, efficiency, effortlessness, élan, endurance, energy, equilibrium, fitness, flexibility, force,
Grit, gumption, hardiness, healthiness, ingenuity, litheness, liveliness, might, muscularity,
Nimbleness, poise, potency, power, proficiency, quality, quickness, reaction, resilience,
Resoluteness, robustness, self-assurance, sharpness, skill, slickness, speed, spryness,
Stability, stamina, staying power, steadiness, strength, sturdiness, suppleness,
Swiftness, toughness, velocity, verve, vigor, vitality, vivacity, willpower.
Best not leave wellbeing to chance if you wish to live long and well.
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The ego, the id, the superego, the character, the persona, the self – call it what you will –
Is nothing more than the sum of imagination’s attachments to all the memories, all the perceptions,
All the recordings in which it harbors, the frame of reference to which it invariably clings.
The echoing that plays over and over as identity, as individuality, as exceptional.
The inexplicable saga born of evolution, the I-am-this-I-am-not-that,
In which the human paradigm perpetually finds fusion.
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What you are is an quantum configuration.
What could possibly be real or true about that?
Is a statue carved of marble the statue or the marble?
Enjoy the magical mystery tour as best you may,
But try to remember, at least occasionally,
A dream is all it is, was, will ever be,
In the indivisibility of eternity.
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How big is big? How small is small?
And when it comes down to it,
How tall are you tall?
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So, you believe you know what normal is,
And I suppose you think you are, too, eh?
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Even at the conclusion of this mortal game, what is left but more of the Seven Deadlies:
Pride and Envy and Gluttony and Lust and Wrath and Greed and Sloth.
More passion, more vanity, more of this, more of that.
And here you are, already so chock-full of the insatiable meaninglessness
That the appetite for more has lost all significance as anything more than monotonous habit.
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What is humankind but a cancerous paradigm,
Voraciously bent, both consciously and unconsciously,
On consuming the incredible diversity of this garden world,
In every way, through every means, for every purpose imaginable.
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If there is truly is no other,
If it truly is naught but a dream,
What part of it is there to experience?
What part of it is there to connect?
What part of it is there to save?
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The scientists have all their hypotheses and theories.
The mathematicians have all their definitions, axioms, theorems, and proofs.
The philosophers have all their rational arguments, and the meditators have all their zafus and walls,
And all, in the final analysis, find themselves roaming about the same diddly-squat.
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The no-mind is a state of awareness, a state of perfect detachment,
In which the sensory illusion timelessly kaleidoscopes with nary a trace.
It is a state prior to consciousness, a state prior to all creation, all destruction.
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Civilizations across all times, all geographies,
Have been established upon every imaginable assumption.
None have long withstood the countless trials, the continuous friction,
With which they have been every moment berated and battered by consciousness.
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All this knowledge that humankind has fabricated,
All these words, all these numbers, all these notes, all these whatever,
The challenge is to stir them all together, blend them into their quantum indivisibility,
And discern the illusionary matrix in which they timelessly dance.
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That which is prior to consciousness is also prior to physics.
The quantum theater is but a kaleidoscoping show of light and sound.
Much ado weaving through the timeless spacelessness of ever-present awareness.
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People of all ages wistfully searching their many screens,
Like watching dogs getting jerked on their choke chains.
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What is the worship of one deity or another,
But the great dread’s attempt to grasp, to contain,
The indivisible, the nothingness, the emptiness, the void,
With the exceedingly hollow hope for more.
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What is thought, what is imagination, what is creativity, what is fear,
But an instinctive response of the given brain to oxygen deprivation.
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What domino or combination of dominos will trigger the collapse?
Will it be natural cause: solar flare, comet, volcanic eruption, climate change?
Will it be human cause: overpopulation and shortages of food, water, and other resources,
Biospheric breakdown, pandemic, economic or technological collapse, nuclear or biological holocaust?
How interesting it would be to have that fictional time machine.
Meanwhile, speculation abounds.
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Greed is core motivation for humankind.
Consciousness’s insatiable voraciousness for more
Will not be tempered by any force but its inevitable extinction,
Whether by natural cause, or of its own machination.
It is only a question of when and how, not if.
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Yet another meaningless act: aimless, blank, carrying-no-great-weight,
Empty, futile, having-no-effect, hollow, incoherent, incomprehensible, inconsequential,
Insignificant, insincere, irrelevant, pointless, purposeless, senseless, throwaway,
Trivial, trifling, unimportant, unintelligible, vain, valueless, worthless.
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Do what you gotta do.
See what you gotta see.
Feel what you gotta feel.
Hear what you gotta hear.
Taste what you gotta taste.
Smell what you gotta smell.
Think what you gotta think.
Be what you gotta be.
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Be what you gotta be.
Do what you gotta do.
See what you gotta see.
Feel what you gotta feel.
Shit what you gotta shit.
Like what you gotta like.
Love what you gotta love.
Play what you gotta play.
Hate what you gotta hate.
Hear what you gotta hear.
Taste what you gotta taste.
Think what you gotta think.
Sweat what you gotta sweat.
Dream what you gotta dream.
Breathe what you gotta breathe.
Consume what you gotta consume.
Believe what you gotta believe.
Smell what you gotta smell.
Own what you gotta own.
Toss what you gotta toss.
Kill what you gotta kill.
Die what you gotta die.
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It is rarely a good idea to plant yourself in any of Mother Nature's many danger zones.
And if you are so imprudent, always be prepared to batten down the hatches,
Or sprint very hard, very well, in one right direction or another.
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Being the moment is effortless awareness.
Imagination ever clings to its own creation, its own illusion.
Let go everything, forget everything, rest alone in the timelessness you truly are.
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Greedy for status, greedy for fortune, greedy for power, greedy for history.
What is the human paradigm, what is the human archetype,
But a precarious cliff of its own making.
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Yet another domino a-quivering away,
As the world careens madly towards the wall of dissolution,
And not even the hint of squealing brakes.
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Is the journey to eternity a long and winding road,
Or merely the right-here-right-now of this ever-present moment?
Consciousness or awareness, you choose.
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What is release but letting go of everything imagined and merely being.
It is the first and last freedom; it is the one and only freedom.
It is the immaculate awareness prior to consciousness:
Tranquil, limitless, sentient, mindful, absolute.
That which is prior to birth and death,
Prior to space, prior to time.
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Would our ancestors applaud or kill us
For what we have done to their garden?
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Pay very close attention.
Enjoy it, endure it, as ye may.
Time passes very, very immediately,
Always materializing brand spanking new
In the very right here, very right now.
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Today is the same as it was yesterday as it will be tomorrow.
This moment is the same as the last moment as it will be the next.
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Lemmings do not mindlessly jump off cliffs.
Rather, they drown swimming across rivers.
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Pay attention to the kaleidoscoping moment.
Endure and enjoy this brief dream as best ye may.
Time does not exist, but passes very quickly.
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For anyone who runs out of agenda, who runs out of meaning and purpose,
What else is there to do but return to the sanctity of the timeless beingness,
The solitary awareness, the indivisibility of totality, that is witness within.
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Let go at least some of the avarice some of the time.
Give as much as your penny-pinching, miserly self allows.
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The food industry will be only too happy to harm, even kill you,
For their bottom line manifesto, for their bottom line gratification.
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If you run or stand or sit or lie absolutely present in the here now,
Unattached to, unburdened by, any thoughts, any things,
Breathing in, breathing out, in perfect awareness,
The nothing more, the nothing less, the nothing but,
You will realign with the simplicity, the grace, the harmony,
The indivisible, the eternal virtuousness that nature every moment is.
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What many do not seem to grasp about the evolution of medicine
Is that participating in any medical procedure, taking any medication,
Means they are essentially participating in the ongoing research as lab rats.
That the outcome contributes to the never-ending statistical progression of science.
And comprehend it or not, like it or not, not participating the experiment,
Is, in its own contrary way, also contributing to the experiment.
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Counting the moments, how silly is that?
Like tallying grains of sand or stars in the sky.
A reliable way to keep the mind interminably occupied,
But otherwise pretty darned meaningless in the futility of it all.
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Every time you awaken from a long night’s peaceful slumber, or even a pithy siesta,
Your nature-nurture frame of reference reimagines its temporal rendering of the cosmos,
A quantum mystery that has churned quite efficiently, quite effortlessly, while you were absent.
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Vanity and the endless greed for more, more, more,
Is the ever-churning, insatiable fate of the human paradigm.
There is no way to prevent it, no way to mitigate it, no way to avoid it.
How far it will go, or how it will end, is anybody’s guess,
But rest assured, it will not be pretty.
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Nature is permeated with an eternal grace
That consciousness through knowing can never attain.
Only in full awakening and surrender to the underlying awareness,
Can any ever realign with the ultimate reality upon which all creation functions.
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How inevitably absurd, asinine, banal, bizarre, blah, bland, boring, characterless,
Childish, colorless, corruptible, daft, deadly, dry, dreary, dull, dullsville, empty, farcical,
Flat, frustrating, futile, hare-brained, hollow, ho-hum, humdrum, idiotic, illogical, impractical,
Inane, incongruous, insipid, irksome, irrational, juvenile, lackluster, lifeless, ludicrous, meaningless,
Mind-numbing, monochrome, monotonous, mundane, not up to much, pathetic, pointless, puerile,
Purposeless, repetitive, ridiculous, 'same old, same old', senseless, silly, soul-annihilating, stale,
Stodgy, strange, stupid, tame, tedious, tired, tiresome, tiring, trite, trivial, trying, uneventful,
Unexciting, uninspiring, uninteresting, uninvolving, unrelieved, unvaried, vulnerable,
Wearing, and generally wishy-washy the human paradigm has so often become.
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Self is awareness, awareness is Self.
Timeless, indivisible, unborn-undying, pristine, absolute.
Entirely indifferent to, completely untouched by, any and all imaginary fabrications.
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Such is the fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable quantum nature of eternity,
That the senses forever lull all but the most judicious minds
Into a hypnotic state of unavoidable delusion.
Surely as indelibly binding as the instinctual patterning
Of any other creature this ineffable garden orb has ever fashioned.
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How is it that humankind has not clearly embraced
An infinite vision of that which many call God?
A vision that includes anything, everything.
A holistic vision that includes even you.
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How clearly you discern Self
Depends how absolutely you can detach,
How far you can stand back, how deep you can dive.
The heart of awareness is a very still state.
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Any leadership is a reflection of its electorate,
And that can be exceedingly scary at both ends.
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The lotus blossoms alone, sovereign, absolute.
Be a lotus.
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Like you are supposed to be forever,
Or even could be forever absorbed and infatuated
With endless weavings of nonsensical chatter and other distractions.
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Such is fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable nature of eternity’s quantum play,
That the senses ever hypnotize the deluded mind into believing it all real and true.
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Wealth is a state of mind.
The richest man in the world resides
In a refugee camp in a lost corner of the world.
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Everyone responds to their beginning and middle and endgame in their own unique way.
How could vanity, with all its narcissistic and hedonistic notions, play it any other way?
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Timeless awareness is continually usurped by time-bound imagination.
Awareness is now, awareness is undying, awareness is eternal life.
Imagination is the dream of past and future, imagination is eternal death.
Knowledge and identification are artificial, knowledge and identification are dead.
To exist in the present, to exist unequivocally, to exist eternally, one must forget everything.
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Despite all the zeroes to which scientists and engineers subscribe,
Only illusions that quantum allows to be measured are measurable.
* * * *
If you want true civilization, you must behave civilly.
History across the board, across time, again and again,
Shows the alternative much less nice, much less pretty.
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To leave time on the table,
Or not to leave time on the table.
That may well someday be the question.
* * * *
Nobody can really more than superficially cares about you; you are alone.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Small talk, large talk, any talk, what difference, really?
The ubiquitousness of chatter can indeed be insufferable.
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The adoration, the veneration, the exaltation, the deification, of vanity and greed,
Is conveying the human paradigm, the human condition, the human debacle,
To the lowest common denominator imagination is capable of fostering.
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What would it be like to be the last human being?
Every other two-legged dead and gone,
As alone as alone could ever be.
* * * *
You do not exist as anything but a temporal figment of imagination.
You are an invention of a neuron trail evolved of an indivisible mystery,
To which all genesis is nothing more than illusion from quantum square one.
* * * *
It is this moment in which all decisions are made.
It is only subjective patterning that sets any course.
* * * *
Science allows much greater breadth and depth than any other belief system,
And in its purest methodology, has no creed, no dogma, but never-ending investigation.
To settle for less is to settle for the ceaseless inanities of endless delusions
Harbored by the those incapable of embracing the gray.
* * * *
Imagination is the usurper of perpetual, everlasting, undying eternal life,
It has created time and contrived mind into every permutation of self imaginable.
It has woven light and sound into arbitrary meaning, and deified shimmer and vibration.
It has commandeered truth, and interminably manipulated it into deceit after deceit after deceit.
And nature, alas, poor nature, so many crimes in every way, so many crimes to every end.
* * * *
You can do pretty much anything once and awhile,
But you cannot do anything all the time, especially when it is 8 billion plus or minus people,
Twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year,
For a couple hundred thousand years.
* * * *
Consciousness is ever fabricating one imaginary more-more-more or another.
Whether tangible or intangible, the indivisible quantum space and time matrix-theater
Can never be more than a kaleidoscoping light and sound show,
No matter the claim, no matter the assertion.
* * * *
If you must have certainty,
If you must have belief,
If you must have faith,
Let it be in the now,
And try to keep up.
* * * *
The forebrain is a movie screen
Upon which you play again and again
The imaginary perceptions you call your life.
* * * *
What else could anything else be but you in yet another form.
Whatever the size and shape of that which is indivisible,
There is, has never been, will never be, any other.
* * * *
Call it worry, call it stress, call it anxiety,
Call it dread, call it fear, call it panic, call it terror, call it horror,
It all comes about because your circumstance is mesmerized, your situation is immobilized,
By the evolutionary nature-nurture context of the given mind-body.
Fear finds no harbor in pure awareness.
* * * *
Every cause becomes effect; every effect becomes cause.
Agony and ecstasy are a spectrum, a gamut, a pendulum of outcomes.
The wider the span, the wider the continuum, the more extreme the pains and pleasures.
The narrower the range, the scope, the more moderate the consequences.
* * * *
Consciousness is but a dream of awareness,
Played out in a mortal-quantum-space-time-sensory-mind-body.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
All the mythical creations born of the human paradigm mean diddly-squat.
All are imagined, all are fictitious, all are delusional, from any get-go.
Nothing more than the quest of consciousness for a sanctuary that can never be.
To be attentive, unassuming, vulnerable, to the ever-kaleidoscoping moment, is the truest way.
* * * *
Human consciousness is a vast, ever-churning ocean of metaphors and analogies;
All of which, despite all their sound, despite all their fury, ultimately mean diddly-squat.
* * * *
You are now.
You are awareness.
You are unborn-undying.
You are That I Am.
* * * *
The entire human drama
Is nothing more than mundane quantum fiction.
A fact that will be proven to no one as soon as the last human standing falls down.
* * * *
We clash over this, we clash over that.
Self-interest is the primal reality that rules our hearts and minds.
Self-interest is the instinctual force that sentences us and our world to purgatory and oblivion.
* * * *
Doing something, doing nothing, what difference, really,
But a brief flurry in the mindscape of imaginary notion.
* * * *
Always a good idea to allow the body to rid itself
Of its poisonous sewage whenever the urge arises.
* * * *
Politician: Someone who, with or without any qualification, any talent,
Believes s/he can and should lead you in whatever way corruption deigns.
* * * *
Any belief system that promotes dualistic notion is pure delusion,
And deserves absolutely no consideration, no argument, no regard, whatsoever.
Truth is indivisible, and any division, any boundary, is nothing more than human nonsense.
* * * *
The challenge is letting go of the cacophony ever playing out in our aloneness.
We spend so much time questing the most unadorned reality the mystery has to offer,
Yet there it is: the awareness, the witness, the enigma, peering out from behind every mask.
What need for religion? What need for spirituality? What need for belief, faith, prayer, scripture?
What need for heavens and hells and purgatories, deities and demons, mythologies, icons, sacraments?
What need for messiahs, saints, priesthoods, traditions, superstitions, caste systems, groupthinks?
What need for philosophies, dogmas, ethics, laws, principles, doctrines, idols, mystic powers?
What need for cathedrals, temples, shrines, holy places, titles, hierarchies, dress codes?
What need for dualistic or non-dualistic concepts, or any light or sound shows?
Why worship what you are? Eternity is right here right now, timeless.
Merely being the awareness is all there is: You are it, it is you.
Anything less is nothing more than the trickster mind
Playing its more-more-more imagination game.
* * * *
Brush away the many artifices of mind, of consciousness,
And what is left but uncontaminated awareness.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Pretty rough being born on either end of any spectrum.
Rich or poor, famous or unknown, powerful or powerless.
All have their variations, their permutations, their gyrations.
There is no existence without trials and tribulations,
But the middle deviations of any bell curve
Generally offer more moderate consequences.
* * * *
First you must realize that all that ambition for more is nothing,
And then perchance you will realize that all that nothing is you.
* * * *
In the constant tug of war between consciousness and awareness,
Sometimes you see clearly, sometimes you do not.
So it goes, dust off, move on.
* * * *
What are groups and hierarchies and middlemen but tollbooths
To the freedom that has ever been yours from any imaginable get-go.
* * * *
Awareness: The moment consciousness attempts to define
Or explain or categorize or analyze or evaluate
Or capture or predict or limit or expand it in any way,
You are inexorably drawn into the delusionary morass of illusion.
The indefinable is indefinable; what is not obvious, not unequivocal, about that?
* * * *
Thought is a transitory interloper of eternity.
Space-time is but a distracting illusion of consciousness.
An evolutionary hiccup in the unwritten chronicles
Of the quantum mystery’s pathless nature.
* * * *
59 Moments to The Way It Is (And Is Not)
The Scribe’s guide to the Great Whatthe#$*!
59 Moments to Me, My Self, and I
59 Moments to Truth or Consequences
59 Moments to Diddly-Squat
59 Moments to Okey-Dokey
59 Moments to Eternity
59 Moments to Oblivion
59 Moments to Laissez-Faire
59 Moments to So It Goes
59 Moments to Fearlessness
59 Moments to Timelessness
59 Moments to Truth
59 Moments to Born Anew
59 Moments to Nirvana
59 Moments to Passé
59 Moments to Godlessness
59 Moments to God
59 Moments to Rationalism
59 Moments to Existentialism
59 Moments to Annihilation
59 Moments to Common Sense
59 Moments to Discernment
59 Moments to Critical Thinking
59 Moments to Gumption
59 Moments to Grit
59 Moments to Resourcefulness
59 Moments to Imagination
59 Moments to Inventiveness
59 Moments to Creativity
59 Moments to Wit
59 Moments to Born Again
59 Moments to Ingenuity
59 Moments to Enterprise
59 Moments to Reality
59 Moments to Absurdity
59 Moments to Humility
59 Moments to Hopelessness
59 Moments to Minimalism
59 Moments to Evermore
59 Moments to Hedonism
59 Moments to Discipline
59 Moments to Narcissism
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Buddha
59 Moments to Null and Void
59 Moments to Emptiness
59 Moments to Nothingness
59 Moments to Now
59 Moments to Here
59 Moments to Here Now
59 Moments to Negation
59 Moments to Anarchy
59 Moments to Skepticism
59 Moments to Cynicism
59 Moments to Pessimism
59 Moments to Doubt
59 Moments to Nihilism
59 Moments to Bullshit
59 Moments to Om
59 Moments to Quantum
59 Moments to Abyss
59 Moments to Agnostic
59 Moments to Atheism
59 Moments to Freethinking
59 Moments to Belief
59 Moments to Death
59 Moments to Eternal Life
59 Moments to Nonbelief
59 Moments to Illusion
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59 Moments to Matrix
59 Moments to Craving
59 Moments to Satisfaction
59 Moments to Contentment
59 Moments to Immortality
59 Moments to Solitude
59 Moments to No Other
59 Moments to Detachment
59 Moments to Singularity
59 Moments to Totality
59 Moments to Absoluteness
59 Moments to Indivisibility
59 Moments to Success
59 Moments to Failure
59 Moments to Happiness
59 Moments to Sorrow
59 Moments to Joy
59 Moments to Oneness
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Infinity
59 Moments to Infinitesimalibility
59 Moments to Peace
59 Moments to Freedom
59 Moments to the Beyond the Pale
59 Moments to Perfection
59 Moments to Imperfection
59 Moments to Tranquility
59 Moments to Bliss
59 Moments to Meditation
59 Moments to Contemplation
59 Moments to Acuteness
59 Moments to Obtuseness
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Perdition
59 Moments to Brahman
59 Moments to Samadhi
59 Moments to the End of Time
59 Moments to the Beginning of Time
59 Moments to the Success in Failure
59 Moments to the Failure in Success
59 Moments to Future-Past
59 Moments to Serendipity
59 Moments to Dharma
59 Moments to Artha
59 Moments to Kama
59 Moments to Moksha
59 Moments to Go
59 Moments to Dreamtime
59 Moments to Pause
59 Moments to Stop
59 Moments to Separation
59 Moments to Unity
59 Moments to By Golly
59 Moments to the Great Pfft!
59 Moments to Manifest Destiny
59 Moments to Unmanifest Destiny
59 Moments to the End Before All Beginnings
59 Moments to the Beginning After all Ends
59 Moments … To Be Continued
* * * *
Food is just food when the tongue is just a tongue.
Whether you live to eat, or eat to live,
Moderation is ever key.
* * * *
There is nothing more to become
Than what you are, have ever been, will ever be.
All else is imagination.
* * * *
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe the day after tomorrow.
Maybe next week, next month, next year, or maybe never.
What matter, really?
* * * *
Imagination.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Nothing but.
* * * *
To unravel your universe for all its who-what-where-when-why-hows,
Is absorbing, but in the end matters not even one hair on a donkey’s ass.
* * * *
To allow inner peace to fully spread its wings,
To let go all the cravings, all the fears,
What a precious gift to Self,
And why not?
* * * *
Do not just say yes, do yes.
Do not just say no, do no.
Do not just say maybe, do maybe.
* * * *
Down the Rabbit Hole
Until there is no Rabbit Hole,
And only a Cheshire Cat’s grin remains.
* * * *
Can anyone's world view, anyone's life perception,
Ever really change, really evolve, really modify, past a certain point,
Beyond the scope of nature-nurture’s given potential.
* * * *
Say yes, do yes.
Say no, do no.
Say maybe, do maybe.
* * * *
It is the mind no longer enticed by the sensory paradigm,
Done with the dreamtime fabrications of imagination,
That returns to the immaculate eternal awareness
That it is … has always been … will ever be.
* * * *
To be an explorer of consciousness,
You must be an intrinsic part of the experimental process.
The observer and the observed, the perceiver and the perceived, are one in the same.
There is no other.
* * * *
The Faceless One is the one who looks within
And unequivocally perceives the indivisibility of all creation.
The one who pierces through all illusion, through all space, through all time,
And logically, rationally, without doubt, discerns there is no other.
* * * *
What is temporal consciousness but a contraction,
A wrinkle, an oscillation, an ebb and flow,
In the infinite totality of awareness.
* * * *
An unfathomable whodunit, an unfathomable whatdunit,
An unfathomable wheredunit, n unfathomable whendunit,
An unfathomable whydunit, n unfathomable howdunit,
Inexplicably, insolubly, impenetrably come to life.
An unfathomable nodunit all the while.
* * * *
What is death but the dissolution of consciousness,
The dissolution of all light, all dark, all pleasure, all pain,
All confabulations of the mind born of imagination.
* * * *
All these seers, mystics, prophets, teachers, call them what you will,
Would whatever they say have ever occurred to you on your own?
* * * *
We all gotta be born somewhere.
We all gotta exist somewhere.
We all gotta die somewhere.
* * * *
Hearing that they are far more, far less, than their fictitious little egos,
Is not something most have either the capacity or interest in fathoming.
* * * *
The indivisible-timeless-changeless is the only reality.
It never happened if it does not happen every moment.
* * * *
As insignificant as a particle of dust on a grain of sand
On a dry cow paddy in the middle of a barren desert,
That no deity worth his brackish would bother about.
* * * *
There is no point,
There never was a point,
Nor will there ever be a point,
No matter how hard you imagine it so.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
The world, the cosmos, all form, all light, all shadow,
Is but a temporal perception of the mind born of mystery,
In which the quantum ground every moment seamlessly weaves
An ever-changing eternal tapestry of creation-preservation-destruction.
An eternal play to which you are center-stage witness in every form imaginable.
* * * *
Human beings have five senses dialed into their central processing unit.
Even if there were more or less, it would only expand or lessen the perception
Of an always timeless, always temporal, always illusory holographic dream of time.
* * * *
You woke up again this morning with the same mind-body as yesterday.
Same thoughts, same gender, same language, same surroundings,
Same programming, same self-imagery, same appetites, same endorphins.
Mesmerized, you suited up, put on the game face, and stepped out into the dream.
* * * *
How can a dream, as tangible, as substantial as it may seem, ever be measured?
Even science, incisive as it for all practical purposes appears to be,
Is ultimately little more than another fallacious creed.
The mystery is the mystery is the mystery,
Eternally inscrutable,
No matter how penetrating the mind.
* * * *
What to do today: Watch, listen, taste, smell, feel,
Whatever light and sound the fairy dust of the mystery may churn,
And try not to get all wrapped up in the mind’s hobbling propensity for desire and fear.
Let go all you think you know, and just be the awareness you truly are.
* * * *
The mind is a ravenous creature,
And the awareness you truly, timelessly are,
Must discern the wisdom of self-control to reign it well.
* * * *
Imagine if the gladiator contests of Rome had been televised:
Close-ups of men and animals in savage, bloody, lethal competitions,
With slow-motion replays of indescribably painful moments of extermination,
And the mob – eating hot dogs, drinking beer – roaring for its favorites.
Thumbs up or down, so many circuses born of the human mind.
* * * *
You think, therefore you think you exist.
You think, therefore you think you are.
* * * *
How challenging for the mind to switch off its endless quest for security,
For more of every this, every that imaginable in its temporal sensory play.
* * * *
What has been, has always been, and not been.
What will be, will always be, and not be.
All nothing more than quantum essence come to life,
Playing out an ever-streaming, temporal dream of space and time.
* * * *
Right now … What are you seeing and hearing and tasting and smelling and feeling?
What are the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose, the skin, but sensors of the carbon-based kind.
What is real, and what is not real … And need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
* * * *
Shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping.
Buying more than you are well beyond needing.
The never-ending rapaciousness of the insatiable mind.
* * * *
Every human being ever born has within many potentials.
From fool to sage and every character between, an intricate tapestry is woven.
No one is more or less important than any other, for all are equal in the crest-jewel of consciousness.
The great challenge is to carry on without regret, without remorse, without shame.
And also without the arrogance of pride and its endless hypocrisies.
Not easy to be so flawed, but it is authentic, it is true.
* * * *
Suicide is about being done with your universe and all the vanities,
All the agonies and ecstasies you have played out in its quantum dreamtime.
The means is merely what you have inclination toward and access to.
However you choose do it, and with whatever quality of mind,
Whether passionate or pragmatic, you choose to do it,
The oblivion is the same, the oblivion is the point.
* * * *
Few grasp history well enough not to repeat its underlying patterns again and again.
Intelligence and wisdom cannot long prevail over ignorance any more than light can darkness.
Despite all attempts to attain a greater quality of consciousness, to navigate a more enlightened course,
Humankind seems destined to play out its passionate mind until its inescapable extinction.
Between now and then, who knows what agonies and ecstasies will play out.
* * * *
Why would you need the sanction of any other
To reside peacefully content in your own house?
* * * *
In his quest for enlightenment and inner peace, Siddhartha,
Who could have been a warrior king, chose to be a deadbeat dad,
Abiding homeless in forests and parks, playing god to a court of jesters.
Not a role for which most have aptitude or inclination, much less aspiration.
And really just another façade in the vanity-vanity-all-is-vanity of it all.
* * * *
Yet another interesting La Mancha Quixote
Out to save a species that cannot be saved.
Another interesting book you need not buy.
Another interesting group you need not join.
* * * *
What a dream this whole friggin’ so-called existence has been.
Nothing more than an ethereal, kaleidoscoping, three-dimensional, touchy-feely,
Subjective, arbitrary, haphazard, space and time matrix,
Quantum mirage of a dream.
* * * *
Call it by whatever moniker slathered in dogma that you will: God, Yahweh, Allah, Brahman, Tao, Buddha, Akal Purakh, Almighty, Soul, Self, Universe, Mystery, Et Cetera, Whatever.
It fashioned you of its inexplicable, indivisible, beyond-all-pales essence
That you might one day discover that it is you, and you are it.
It is, therefore you are; you are, therefore it is.
One in the same; the same in one.
There is no duality,
And no dogma is required.
* * * *
Brand it, play it spiritual if you feel the need,
But the freedom, the liberation of pure awareness,
Is really just being the timeless here-now you ever are.
It is prior to all conceptions, all theatrics born of imagination.
* * * *
How many are truly, deeply interested in you,
If you do not offer the reflection their vanity requires?
And even then, how deep, how true, how long?
* * * *
So many distractions, so many smokescreens, so many mirages, so many reflections,
So many interruptions, diversions, desperations, disruptions, commotions,
Disturbances, interferences, entertainments, hobbies, pastimes,
Amusements, recreations, anxieties, bewilderments,
Confusions, agitations, troubles, upsets,
Cover-ups, concealments,
Covers, camouflages, screens, masks,
Blinds, decoys, red herrings, disguises, likenesses,
Facades, considerations, indications, signs, musings, replications,
Reproductions, thoughts, figments, contemplations, deliberations, echoes, images,
Manifestations, ruminations, suggestions, expressions, evidences, illusions, visions, signals, fantasies,
So many delusions, so many hallucinations, so many phantasms, so many imaginings,
So much anything, so much everything, all of which keep you from seeing
How empty and meaningless this dream ultimately truly is.
* * * *
In the ultimate state, you have nothing to do with any of it.
Nothing to do with your temporal reverie of time,
Nothing to do with your illusory little self,
Nothing to do with your corporeal flesh and bones cadaver,
Nothing to do with what was never you or yours in any way, any shape, any form.
* * * *
What is truth? What is Self? What is awakening? What is enlightenment? What is liberation?
What is insight? What is illumination? What is satori? What is nirvana? What is moksha?
What is joy? What is bliss? What is ecstasy? What is rapture? What is love? What is heaven?
But conjecture, speculation, hearsay, rumor, theory, until you perchance find your Self here now.
* * * *
Unreal as they have ever been, will ever be, all the timepieces
With which humankind surrounds itself, drives itself, measures itself,
Daily unleash an ever-greater crescendo of absurdity
With their tick-tock never-ending.
* * * *
Within any culture that has ever been or will ever be,
The abiding definition of sanity will always be
About fitting into the given tribal norm.
* * * *
That gourmet meal will transform into shit.
That glass of wine will transform into piss.
What suffering, what pain, will you endure
For a few more nibbles, for a few more sips?
* * * *
Be especially circumspect about following anyone who asserts some blinding-binding truth.
True believers come and go, and one can only hope their delusions
Journey into obscurity with them.
* * * *
Give all its due, and its do.
There can be no existence without action.
For the manifest dance to play out in the grand indivisibility,
The space-time continuum every moment maintains a precise, meticulous, inflexible reckoning
Of accounts receivable and accounts payable across the entire universe and beyond,
An accounting that cannot be undone, no matter how intrepid the player.
* * * *
The one is not without the other; the other is not without the one.
It takes two, who knows how many more, to tango a dreamtime ball.
* * * *
There are no right or wrong reason to die.
Death is death; no need to slather it in vanity.
* * * *
All ever-streaming, ever-kaleidoscoping dynamics,
All the beyond-counting causes and effects, effects and causes,
All the influences, all the elements, all the circumstances, all the features,
All the factors, parts, aspects, issues, things, considerations, components, motivations,
That have led to this point in this dreamy mirage of space and time,
Will never be, even by speculation, known.
Boggling and beyond.
* * * *
With all that ingestion of food and drink and whatever else,
The only things your body really manufacture are piles of shit and pools of piss.
From any beginning to any end, are you really anything more
Than food for worms and other beasts?
* * * *
Physics is all, and all is physics.
The cosmos is a precise, harmonic, mathematical expression,
Created of an impenetrable, indelible, indivisible mystery, a dynamic prior to consciousness,
That cannot for even one moment be undone by any of its creations.
* * * *
Self is without persona or attachment,
Without need or longing, without timeline or itinerary,
Without meaning or purpose, without like or dislike, without desire or fear,
Without any notion or inkling or concern or perception, whatsoever.
* * * *
The sensory mind-body can be an insatiable beast
That will almost invariably cause great suffering
If its occupant lacks the discipline to reign it in.
* * * *
Human emotion is a mammalian evolutionary trait.
Its reality is nothing more than imagination’s conditioned responses
To the given body’s ever-changing chemical interactions.
It is a cornerstone of the human paradigm.
* * * *
Yet another factoid, another insight, another harbinger,
Which you will on occasion recollect, until you perchance forget,
Or perish, which for all intents and purposes, is well-nigh the same thing.
* * * *
Sala-gadoola-menchicka-boo-la bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.
Put 'em together and what have you got?
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.
* * * *
The newborn knows nothing of the agonies and ecstasies of world,
Until the conditioning winds of the given context
Slowly imprint its reality
Into the dream of the given mind-body.
* * * *
Someday, when the human species finally goes extinct,
The mutilated world that remains will whirl round and round just the same.
We have never even once been as essential as our imaginary vanities have deluded us into believing.
* * * *
The narrative begins, the characters appear.
The narrative advances, the characters develop.
The narrative suspends, the characters endure or die.
The narrative resolves, the characters connect or separate.
The narrative ends, the characters bow, the audience critiques.
* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of experience,
All must begin in ignorance, and in that innocence,
Wander through every variety of adventure and misadventure,
Slowly steeping into whatever persona the nature-nurture has designated.
The rare few who articulate into sages may one day find themselves hailed upon a stage,
Or anonymous in a park, a coffee shop, a bar, a bus, or any given street corner,
Recounting their long and winding journey upon the trail less travelled,
Spinning whatever wisdom, whatever truths, they have gleaned.
It is not a calling for which there is all that much demand,
But in retrospect, there is little choice in the matter.
* * * *
Believe any who-what-where-when-why-how you will,
There is no supreme divinity out there choreographing your every move.
You are nothing more than eternal awareness, very much alone,
Playing out a temporal, mortal dream of consciousness.
Navigating it free of all claims is the challenge.
* * * *
What does any mountaintop care for what is beneath it?
What does any seafloor care for what is above it?
Up and down are but illusions of gravity,
The reality of quantum physics,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The entire human drama is from a distance nothing more than noise,
A cauldron of consciousness that has no lasting meaning, whatsoever.
* * * *
If there were to be one deity or many out there,
Rest assured that they are no different than you.
* * * *
It is what you do with or without reward that is your passion.
How fortunate you are if you are lucky enough to discover it.
* * * *
Are the ethereal dreams that stream in sleep really any more or less real
Than the three-dimensional ones that kaleidoscope so exactly while awake?
* * * *
If you were to cease-and-desist your imaginary persona,
What need would there be to justify your being
To all the other imaginary personas?
* * * *
Every mind’s universe offers an endless variety of adventures and misadventures.
The choices made every moment will harvest every variety of consequence,
Which will ever navigate to new choices with new consequences.
It is a timeless, perpetual kaleidoscoping, until one moment Death appears,
And the dream merges back into the quantum indivisibility in which it has ever danced.
* * * *
Seek out there in any manner for as long as you please,
You will never find it until you look very deeply within.
* * * *
What are so-called good and evil
But relative states of self-absorption, imaginary all the while.
Different states of consciousness founded on different values, different frames of reference.
None of which are in any way lasting or meaningful in the eye of awareness.
* * * *
Maybe if even just one other species on this whirling dreamtime orb
Concocted one creed, one dogma or another about some supreme being,
Would such absurd thoughts be worth giving even an iota of consideration.
* * * *
The truth of awareness, the truth of what you truly are,
Is the ever-present reality awaiting your untarnished discernment.
Mindsets across this dream world may point to it, may ascribe many dogmas to it,
But none in any way have any ownership of it, or of your direct perception of its indelible mystery.
You are indeed very much alone in your inquiry into the essential, immortal nature.
Put behind any who would deny, any who would limit your quest.
* * * *
Every new day begins with the mind’s slumbering dream-state churning into its waking version,
In which it re-concocts its imaginary perception of its world, of its universe,
Evoked by the conditioning of its nature-nurture mirage.
The dream-state into which you awoke at age two
is not the dream-state you awoke to at age ten or fifteen or thirty,
Nor will it, can it, ever be same at any age before Charon arrives to collect his coin.
You are but a dreamer dreaming, and that reverie, no matter how real or true you believe it to be,
Is ultimately nothing more than the momentary cotton candy of time-bound imagination.
* * * *
The entirety of human consciousness is potential within all.
How any partake that banquet, that potpourri of natural selection,
Is founded upon the encoding of the given nature-nurture.
You are current issue of all creation come before.
* * * *
What a wretched species we can be.
Absurd beyond all bounds.
Exceedingly tiring.
* * * *
It is in the stillness of the pure awareness within that you will discern true Self.
The outward show is but time-bound, sensory-based, illusory distraction
From the indivisibility that transcends all beginnings, all endings.
* * * *
The specialist will always trump the generalist in his/her sphere of concentration,
But the generalist will always excel in the pales where only the untamed survive.
* * * *
There is no time.
No time to be attached, no time to be detached.
The space-time continuum and all its appearances are but a kaleidoscoping illusion,
Of which the sensory mind-body partakes but a sliver of its mystery,
And that only artifice tainted further by delusion.
* * * *
Vanity accosts every human mind in one way or another,
And if perchance it does not in the rare spirit,
Few if any will likely ever know.
* * * *
This manifest quantum theater is no less a dream than any nocturnal dream
Merely because you are seeing it, hearing it, tasting it, smelling it, touching it,
Or perceiving it in any other fashion the temporal sensory-mind might allow.
* * * *
To forgive, or not to forgive – that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous resentment,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them.
* * * *
A mind free of false problems
Is clear and spacious and vigilant awareness.
It is on the you that you really truly are to change, to evolve.
Gaia is but a brief distraction, an absorbing illusion, nothing more, nothing less.
* * * *
What is death but the end of a nature-nurture manifest dream.
The end of attachment to consciousness, to imagination,
Which is really nothing more than a neural thunderstorm
That beguiles awareness into believing the sensory theater real.
* * * *
What is it to be civilized, and are you?
And what would you be, and what would you do,
If you were not conditioned, if you were not domesticated?
* * * *
How can anyone wander through their existence not trusting their own mind?
Their own observation, their own inquiry, their own ability to ponder critically?
* * * *
All histories are about perspective; none ever exactly the same.
From whatever vantage any me-myself-and-I is viewing the battlefield,
Every world, every universe, is a unique snowflake entirely born of imagination.
* * * *
We are all broken records, repeating ourselves over and over, the grooves growing deeper, narrower.
Chatting up the same swill to ourselves, our family, our friends, our acquaintances,
And even any wretched strangers who happen into our paths.
Generally innocuous, sometime annoying,
And shutting up or demise the only resolution.
* * * *
Try not to be too attached to labels.
They are not real, nor are they you.
* * * *
Good and evil are but human inventions
That could never exist in the ultimate indivisible quantum reality.
Theatrical pretenses of consciousness, at best.
* * * *
For at least brief stretches of time every once and awhile,
Both within and without, subdue all thought, refrain from all wordplay.
Let the temporal, imaginary self go, and just be the ever-present awareness you truly are.
Call it meditation, call it contemplation, call it whatever sound you please.
Sit, stand, recline, walk, sprint, dance; it does not matter.
No need to formalize that which has no form.
Just do it.
* * * *
Words can be tethered to many concepts,
So always best to without doubt define them
If you would have your meaning and intent clear.
* * * *
Who-what-where-when-why-how is this ephemeral phenomenon called will?
Such an intangible, dynamic force to have emerged from this mystical-magical garden of origin.
How did it come about in the African jungles of long ago? What will be its reckoning?
So many questions, so many answers, that no one can ever truly know.
We may scratch away endlessly at the fragments of ruins,
Or ponder the ripples any given now is creating,
But ever come away with nothing more
Than one half-baked speculation after another.
* * * *
No one can ever be as absorbed with another’s dream
Anywhere near as much they are with their own.
How far, how deep, how wide, that narcissistic certainty radiates,
Every streaming moment weaves the imaginary tapestry of the human paradigm.
* * * *
How many polarizations the human drama seems able to foster
Is likely as all but infinite as the synergy of any given mindscape.
* * * *
What is aging but enduring a daily growing list of compensations
For a mind-body that from the get-go was a set of mortal limitations.
* * * *
Perhaps, and only just perhaps,
Only the greatest masters are free of vanity,
But only insofar as they do not in mind dwell on the world,
And some temporal imaginary role in it.
* * * *
Power and fame and fortune are inevitably built upon the backs of others.
To wander harmlessly in the cauldron of this world is a rare and noble feat.
* * * *
You are in truth nothing more than a random,
Arbitrary, insignificant, timeless smidgeon of consciousness,
A happenstance of the awareness permeating the electromagnetic spectrum.
Your inflated notions are nothing more than a cosmic joke
To which you are in imagination tethered.
* * * *
What happened in those deep, dark jungles of long ago
That shaped our kind into such a cancer upon our Mother?
* * * *
Despite your vanity, your arrogance, ever seeking to convince you otherwise,
It all so very much does not matter even one speck of a scintilla of a smidgen.
* * * *
Time weaves along in me, along in you,
So we sing the song, and believe it true.
* * * *
How true is true?
How false is false?
* * * *
What a curious thing that so many human beings
Want to believe there surely must be some meaning, some purpose,
Greater than the magical opportunity to exist for even just a brief time in the first place.
Where is the humility? Where is the gratitude? Where is the wisdom?
* * * *
As illusory as any history is in any given fleeting moment,
It is in the flicker of imagination that we gauge and direct actions
That synergistically fashion a dystopian future we cannot in any way avert.
* * * *
There is no deity greater or lesser than you.
All are founded of the same eternal mystery.
* * * *
Medals and accolades offer little compensation for arms, legs, minds, or lives.
“Thank you for your service” is but a hollow echo to an existence forever altered.
* * * *
Regarding murder and mayhem,
Whether it is a club or a machete or a bullet or an oven or a bomb,
The result is the same.
* * * *
Extreme cruelty is best reserved for those who truly deserve it,
And then only in relatively brief and moderate doses when possible.
* * * *
Be as the newborn in the crib: pure awareness, pure isness, pure nature,
Watchfully waiting for the winds of nurture to shape it, mold it, condition it, brainwash it,
Program it, indoctrinate it, persuade it, into its persona, its will, its destiny.
* * * *
Eternal life, living fully in the moment, is to waylay all past, all future.
As if nothing has never happened; as if nothing will never happen again.
* * * *
What would a timeline of seers, mystics, and philosophers look like?
What patterns would it make clear of the endless gyrations
In the shaping, the molding, of the human epic?
* * * *
Does not the study of physics and all the other sciences
Make it more than obvious what you truly are, and are not?
* * * *
Existence is but an ever-changing dream
That is incessantly tagged with every conceivable notion.
But the ephemeral awareness each and every mind every moment truly is,
Is most definitely, without doubt, exactly the same.
* * * *
Meditation and contemplation are about real connectiveness.
The garden and cyber varieties are but shadows in comparison.
* * * *
You are that which knows no birth, that which knows no death,
That from which the unborn is born, that from which the born is unborn.
That in which the born ebb and flow again and again for as long as genesis allows.
* * * *
The point and purpose of all labels should be suspect to any bent on the quest for truth.
To confine anything within a concept always risks, intentionally or not,
Diminishing, obfuscating, its essential integrity.
* * * *
Abandon all belief that you are a human being,
Or any other imaginable form of conscious design.
You are awareness: timeless, empty, ever alone.
* * * *
The unborn-undying awareness is the same in all living creatures.
It is only in the ever-streaming outcomes of nature-nurture
That all differences are wrought in the dream of time.
* * * *
No culture across this planet, no culture anywhere in time,
Has ever been anything more than a tribal mindset bent on perpetuating itself.
Any prescribed adherence to anything is nothing more than allowing some other to rule your mind.
You owe history nothing but what you freely consent.
* * * *
Creation is the indivisible sliced and diced in every possible way,
That the omniscient-omnipotent-omnipresent awareness
Might divine its every infinitesimal possibility.
* * * *
Imitation has no truth, no reality, no vibrancy, no joie de vivre, of its own.
It can never be more than a secondhand fabrication of a mind bound in time.
* * * *
The bad news is that your body-mind is doomed.
The good news is that you are really not your body-mind.
* * * *
You are really nothing more than the timeless awareness playing out whatever appearance
The given mind-body has been conditioned to pretend for the duration of illusion
It has been allotted by the nature-nurture of the quantum mystery.
Enjoy it as best ye may, but try not to take it too personal.
* * * *
The human paradigm is based on collective enterprise,
And all groupthink is steeped in one absurdity or another.
Standing alone free and clear with as quiet a mind as possible,
Is the only way to minimize the arbitrary delusions of assumption.
* * * *
Only in the complete and utter aloneness of awareness
Can the freedom of pure beingness be fully discerned.
* * * *
All groupthink is founded upon one false notion or another.
To stand completely alone is the only freedom from absurdity.
* * * *
The mind born of nature-nurture is a quagmire of endless boundaries,
Endless permutations of consciousness playing out a given set of limitations.
Only in pure awareness do all borders dissolve into their quantum indivisibility.
Into the infinity of potentials the grand unicity ever has at the ready.
* * * *
Human emotion is nothing more
Than a concoction of biochemical secretions,
To which consciousness attaches in every way imaginable.
* * * *
Building yourself up
Has a tendency to put everyone else down.
It is a vanity thing.
* * * *
Humankind is moving very quickly towards a great lesson
In the statistical reality, the statistical certainty,
That what goes up must come down.
* * * *
Freedom is a quality of mind.
Get off the trail.
Make you own journey.
* * * *
We are all tedious recordings that all the people around us
Have likely had to patiently endure more than a few past too many times.
That it would be kind to shut up more than occasionally might well be an understatement.
* * * *
Not everything needs to be experienced over and over.
Sometimes one quick taste is more than enough
To gain entry into the statistical sample.
* * * *
Despite all your wishing and hoping
To be somewhere else other than right-here-right now,
It just ain’t ever-never going to happen.
* * * *
We are all shaped of the same indivisible quantum clayness.
Each and every one imagining existence real and true in their own very unique way.
All are nothing more than touchy-feely, three-dimensional dreams,
To which only vain notion can be attached.
* * * *
Creation and preservation and destruction
Are a simultaneous, every-moment, timeless process,
Played out in the indivisible, unborn-undying quantum matrix.
* * * *
Some are colonizers and settlers.
Some are explorers and discoverers.
Safety and security are not for all.
* * * *
The eternal mystery of awareness
Beneath an anonymous, ever-kaleidoscoping mask,
Is all you truly are, all you have ever truly been, all you will ever truly be.
If seers keep repeating the same mantra over and over, it is because that is all it boils down to
Every time the vanity of any given monkey mind yearns for more.
* * * *
How many universes might there be on the head of a pin.
And dimensions, well, that is another ditty lost in the mound.
* * * *
Politics and diplomacy are obtuse art forms
In which directness only rarely finds welcome.
* * * *
Odds are the common sense you assume real and true
Is only common to you and those with whom you ally.
* * * *
Civility is the foundation, the keystone, the linchpin, the fulcrum, of civilization;
Morality and ethics its oft-spouted-oft-ignored stepchildren of the red-headed genus.
* * * *
If your own smidgeon of so-called common sense does not learn ye,
Then pain, master and commander of edification,
Will most surely find a way.
* * * *
To divide eternity by space-time constraints,
Requires mathematical systems of such scale and proportion
As to plumb the greatest minds, bound by time as they are, unto their greatest depths.
* * * *
Do you remember back when you were a child
And knew nothing about yesterday and tomorrow?
Back when you did not have a care in the world?
Back when your mind was pristine stillness?
When you were immaculately absolute?
Exactly.
* * * *
Passion, delusional as it is,
Spins a great sense of purpose and meaning to nothing.
It is a cotton candy sort of thing.
* * * *
From the great depths of absoluteness,
Great awareness dawns, great vision awakens,
Great thoughts are spoken, great thoughts are written,
And great minds hear, and the light of insight moves freely on.
* * * *
Whether an audience of just one, or in the millions,
The applause, or the jeering, has the same hollow echo.
To exist for what any other thinks or believes, is to miss out
On the Self-actualization each and every moment offers.
* * * *
Awareness is about being; consciousness is about becoming.
The creator of time can never be content with its timeless origin.
* * * *
Your mind-body is the evolutionary outcome
Of a natural selection process since life’s inception.
You are what you are; there is no one to blame.
You must play out what you must play out.
Call it fate, call it kismet, call it karma,
You have absolutely no say in the matter.
* * * *
A strong, ever-growing skillset can be anyone’s ticket
To an advantageous and secure and interesting future.
* * * *
The stream of human consciousness is the play of stories ebbing and flowing,
Rounding one corner after another, all its many individual drops collectively playing out history.
Carrying in it every narrative since the first thought of self, of “I am,” came to mind.
How attached are you to your me-myself-and-I vanity is the question.
* * * *
Cast loose all binds that hold you earthbound.
Become a cosmic nomad born anew every moment.
* * * *
The Ivory Tower, is not a tower, nor is it made of ivory, and whatever it is,
The Church of Reason is as full of pride and vanity as any other human endeavor.
As Robert Pirsig so powerfully wrote in the Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance:
The real University is a state of mind. It is that great heritage of rational thought that has been
Brought down to us through the centuries and which does not exist at any specific location.
It is a state of mind which is regenerated throughout the centuries by a body of people
Who traditionally carry the title of professor, but even that title is not part of the real University.
The real University is nothing less than the continuing body of reason itself.
* * * *
Here you are right now, timelessly eternal.
Nothing before or since has ever happened.
* * * *
Much easier to make war than peace.
Much easier to tear down than preserve.
And creation, well, that is just the beginning.
* * * *
Justify your existence?
To who?
To what?
To where?
To when?
To why?
To how?
Pfffft.
* * * *
The known can never attain the unknown.
The mind can never attain the no mind.
* * * *
As long as you believe that you are a mind-body, you will abide in space-time.
Only in the clarity of unblemished awareness do you see
What never was, will never be.
* * * *
Is the awakening of satori one moment or many?
Is it a one-time experience come and gone,
Or is it a never-beginning-never-ending process,
Of being born anew each and every unchanging moment.
* * * *
The imaginary you is a function of consciousness.
Consciousness is a function of the quantum essence.
The quantum essence is a function of awareness.
Awareness is a function of eternity.
Eternity is a function of mystery.
All of which comes full circle back to the real you.
* * * *
In the existential mind, there is no one to reproach; the eternal moment is all.
Which makes you responsible for everything you choose to do,
As well as everything you choose not to do.
Perhaps an onerous assertion, but as true as any truth is.
* * * *
Each day the mind-body awakens to a universe it has in imagination built
Into an immense edifice confined by the many choices the given life has woven together,
That in the ultimate indivisible reality are of absolutely no weight, whatsoever.
* * * *
All these voices own unique little dreamtime of a universe.
Perceptions, perceptions, perceptions, perceptions.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
It is in the untainted, absolute awareness, that you truly are.
The quantum matrix, the play of space and time, is but a finite, temporal means.
Your immortality, your indivisibility, your inexplicability,
Is prior to any and all dreams.
* * * *
The specialist peels away nuance after nuance after nuance.
The generalist, indolent idler that he is, is satisfied with the gist.
As to whether that kernel harbors fact, well, that is a matter of taste.
* * * *
Neither yes nor no,
For nor against,
This nor that,
Tit nor tat,
Good nor bad,
Light nor dark,
Right nor wrong.
* * * *
What are you but a dream of perception,
In a dream of consciousness,
In a dream of mind,
In a dream of time,
In a dream of eternity.
* * * *
If the Grim Reaper were ever to laugh,
It would surely be longest and loudest
At those who count themselves great.
* * * *
Beneath the lens of a microscope,
Humankind would be neither as large, nor as exceptional,
As its hollow vanity every moment imagines.
* * * *
What more are you than an arbitrary state of perception,
Born into a time-bound, nature-nurture seed-line,
Within an indivisible evolutionary context.
* * * *
All of history’s players since long before recorded time,
Could never have even begun to apprehend how whatever they did,
Has played out in its interminable, indivisible, ever-kaleidoscoping emanation.
* * * *
To be still, to resist thought’s rising, is the challenge
Of those who give themselves over to inner quietude.
* * * *
Physical fitness is much more than just strength.
Concept that also apply: stamina, coordination, dexterity, flexibility,
Quickness, swiftness, alertness, agility, nimbleness, reflexes suppleness, balance, energy, acuity,
Resourcefulness, gumption, grit, potency, vigor, liveliness, momentum, drive,
Dynamic, adroitness, grace, poise, will-power, self-assurance,
Vitality, verve, well-being, wit, and spirit.
* * * *
Return to the primordial awareness
That you ever are before all the conditioning of consciousness,
Before the nature-nurture that shaped you into believing the sensory illusion real and true.
* * * *
The assertions you so vehemently cling to today
Will likely be forgotten one tomorrow or another,
Replaced by others perhaps only just less deceiving.
* * * *
A mystic-philosopher’s Sisyphean task is to wander where only no-mind can go.
To face the aloneness – its angels and demons – without equivocation, without hesitation.
It is a Quixotic Yellow-Brick-Road journey into the timeless fearlessness of boundless awareness.
* * * *
Every culture is a synergistic, miasmic brew of assumptions
About everything the human mind is hardwired to confabulate.
* * * *
All the little monkeys swarmed out of the deep and dark jungles of Africa,
And dispersed gradually, erratically, relentlessly, savagely, across the great, wide planet,
Creating, preserving, destroying, anything that crossed its willful path.
From beginning to end, their own worst enemy.
* * * *
How many more thousands of years will it take
For all the true believers to finally realize, to finally accept,
That Jesus was only a mortal man, is long dead, and never coming back?
That what is considered a religion has never been anything more
Than a charismatic cult following from square one.
* * * *
All that is created must inevitably be destroyed,
But it is that moment of creation that is the artist’s ecstasy.
Its preservation is but a shadow of that perception.
* * * *
What meaningless, useless, wretched things ideals can be.
As Yoda said, “Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.”
* * * *
There is only one thing left not to doubt,
And in that, the you that never was,
Becomes the you that ever is.
* * * *
How far can you step back is the question only you can answer,
And that answer may well change many times in many ways.
* * * *
Life happens.
Death happens.
So it goes.
* * * *
Who is anyone to tell another what is true or false,
What is right or wrong, what is sane or insane, what is light or dark.
Each and every one must discern and endure the cosmos
They very much alone every moment create.
* * * *
Yesterday and today and tomorrow
All have their fleeting momentary now
Across the mystery’s kaleidoscoping stage.
* * * *
What are the passions? What are sorrow, anger, lust, love,?
What are fervor, ardor, enthusiasm, eagerness, zealousness, vigor,
Fire, fieriness, energy, fervency, animation, spirit, spiritedness, fanaticism?
But temporal-worldly-mundane-secular-mortal concoctions,
Attachments born of the imagined mind-body
Caught in the dream of time.
* * * *
Discerning how utterly alone you truly are
Is the only means to the redemption of serenity.
* * * *
Those most likely to endure change, to survive change, even flourish in change.
Are the ones who are most adaptable, flexible, malleable,
And oft times just plain lucky.
* * * *
Christ was not a Christian, why should you be?
Buddha was not a Buddhist, why should you be?
Lao Tzu was not a Taoist, why should you be?
Ist’s and Ism’s, what are they to the eternal?
* * * *
You can tell those who perceive themselves on the losing end of the culture wars
By the way they continually refashion their labels and symbols,
And work so hard for recognition and approval;
Only just maybe discerning that empowerment is born within.
Assume it so, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead, are the way of the warrior.
* * * *
Most problems get solved to one degree or another, eventually.
What the hey if it takes a few years, or even a lifetime.
And if you cannot solve it, then sooner or later
Reaper Dude will kick it to the Land of So It Goes.
* * * *
The senses are but mortal devices fashioned by evolution
That are but streaming smokescreens to the indelible, indivisible reality.
Mirages imagined by a nature-nurture mind snared in its dreamy fabrication of time.
Only through doubt, only through detachment, will true Self be discerned.
* * * *
No matter how good it gets for those who strive,
The future is often crumpled in one way or another
For many if not most who were stepped on to get there.
* * * *
The quest for truth is about discerning the ultimate true nature.
To fixate on pleasures like love or bliss, or any other emotional notions,
Is nothing more than the mind’s never-ending thirst for mundane gratification.
Serious inquiry is its own singular, disciplined point and purpose.
Poignant sidebars are but time-bound upshots.
* * * *
Look within, and what is there but a stillness, a nothingness, an awareness,
To which imagination fabricates every conceivable meaning and purpose.
* * * *
First billion … 3.8 billion years ago to 1804
2nd billion … 1804 to 1930 … 126 years
3rd billion … 1930 to 1960 … 30 years
4th billion … 1960 to 1974 … 14 years
5th billion … 1974 to 1987 … 13 years
6th billion … 1987 to 1999 … 12 years
7th billion … 1199 to 2011 … 12 years
8th billion projected … 2011 to 2023 … 12 years
9th billion projected … 2023 to 2037 … 14 years
10th billion projected … 2037 to 2056 … 19 years
11th billion … Let us not get too far ahead of ourselves
* * * *
To all the aristocrats, the plutocrats, the oligarchs, the tyrants, the despots, the oppressors:
No, despite all your power, all your money, all your titles, all your vain assertions,
You are not necessarily the best nor the brightest nor the most beautiful.
In fact, you might well be mortified how truly insipid you appear
To those who see you and your ceaseless self-absorption for what is truly is.
* * * *
The race to the graveyard is picking up, that is for sure.
Pardon the dark humor, but it is just a matter of who buries who,
And who is the last bag-of-bones-soon-to-be-cadaver on oxygen in a wheelchair,
Staring indifferently at a blank wall in an Alzheimer's unit.
Very Zen, whether you know it or not.
* * * *
From all beginnings to all ends, from your beginning to your end,
Everything perpetually, everlastingly, enduringly, immutably, immortally done and undone,
Everything patterned, everything fated, everything destined, everything kismet.
Change, nothing more than imaginary, sensory-inspired notion.
A quantum dreamer dreaming a quantum design;
Every moment instantaneously, simultaneously indivisible.
* * * *
In one sooner or later or another,
You may as well stop blaming everyone else
For what you your self have more than likely created.
* * * *
All of nothing.
All or nothing.
All in nothing.
All and nothing.
All for nothing.
Nothing for all.
Nothing and all.
Nothing in all.
Northing or all.
Nothing at all.
* * * *
Is the mind-body a function of the universe?
Or the universe a function of the mind-body?
Or are they indivisibly, indelibly, one in the same?
* * * *
It is a blend of desire and fear
That has fashioned you into this capricious personality
To which you have succumbed, to which you cling, with such zealous resolve.
* * * *
How to forget everything?
Let go everything false, everything imaginary, everything of space and time,
Everything not here, everything not now.
* * * *
In the melee of statecraft,
It is inevitable that many if not most decisions
Will impact many, and sometimes cause great suffering, even death.
Better to opt for anonymity and serenity if your craving for power over others is not absorbing.
Even the most well-intentioned often find despotism hard to resist.
* * * *
As a horseman uses light reign and balance
To adroitly, calmly, maneuver a horse where he wills,
A wise man dwells in Self to effortlessly shepherd the given mind.
* * * *
The sovereign, indivisible, enigmatic aloneness in which you dwell, in which all things dwell,
Cannot be bought or sold or traded or encapsulated by any word or number or image or symbol.
It is a matchless state, an absolute state; it is the stage, the backdrop, the source, of all dreams of time.
* * * *
The mind is habit.
Habits can be changed.
Attention required.
* * * *
Eventually, every life form from smallest to greatest must face death,
The ultimate, inevitable, unavoidable consequence of having been born.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
It takes practice to give your imaginary self
Over to the entirety of the indivisible awareness.
The vanity of the mind-body is not easily left behind.
* * * *
A replete and content existence may well be less about what is accomplished,
Than the attention, the awareness, that is given to as many fleeting moments as possible.
Time is but the illusion-delusion of sensory-inspired memory, and the imagination it casts future past.
Eternal life is in the perpetual birth and death of each and every indivisible instant.
* * * *
The you in you is the you in all.
The all in all is the all in you.
* * * *
Watch … listen … smell … taste … feel … anything you please,
And know it is nothing more than a sensory-inspired illusion,
That it does not really exist in anything but imagination,
A holographic mirage born within a quantum mind.
* * * *
Who is the who who lays claim to anything,
Much less some identity as ephemeral
As the ether of light and sound.
* * * *
The flame of the vanities – power, fame, fortune – singes all and burns many.
Of a quiet, tranquil, trouble-free, unassuming existence, little needs be said.
* * * *
Peering out through the sensory screen of eyes and ears and tongue and nose and skin:
What do you see? What do you hear? What do you taste? What do you smell? What do you touch?
And what makes you so sure it is real, has ever been real, will ever be real?
* * * *
Are all those little labels to which you so zealously cling
Anything more than patches in a piecemeal raft
Slowly breaking up in a vast abyss.
* * * *
True wealth has little to do with money or things.
It is a quality of mind for the truly affluent,
And the curse of mindlessness for those
For whom enough is never enough.
* * * *
To wander as you please, to stop and examine whatever you please,
In whatever way you please, for as long as you please, to whatever end you please,
Is the way of the maverick, the questioner, the skeptic, the cynic, the doubter, the critical thinker.
* * * *
Memory, evolved in the jungles of Africa
As a means to survival in the long, oh so long ago,
Has become a means to every trivial pursuit imaginable.
* * * *
The rule of law – defined as the restriction of the arbitrary exercise of power
By subordinating it to well-defined and established laws – can be a ponderous beast.
A beast whose judgments – everything merciful, everything harsh – are cloaked in precedent.
* * * *
Awareness and health are your only real wealth,
And even they are as ephemeral as any pile of gold.
* * * *
Nature is the only god.
Its decrees reign supreme for all time.
The laws of men are but insubstantial, anemic shadows
Born of one cultural groupthink or another.
* * * *
The serenity a man can know is greatly aided
When the brain between his legs ceases to work,
Or he discerns the discipline to ignore its call.
* * * *
The smorgasbord of human passions is a ceaseless buffet
Of every imaginary ecstasy, of every imaginary agony.
How full-to-the-gills of it will you be before it is over?
* * * *
The you that is consciousness, and the you that is awareness, are mutually exclusive.
One is born of imagination; the other – prior to life, prior to death – never born at all.
* * * *
In history’s breadth and depth,
You are but a shallow, linear, hollow scratch.
Your significance, an imaginary monolith in your mind, is nil.
* * * *
Everyone abides a unique universe, each with a variety of sets:
Cultural, political, religious, racial, gender, emotional,
Socio-economic, educational, linguistic, et cetera.
Like snowflakes, all distinct, all true, all false, all the while.
* * * *
This our modern world may be covered
With asphalt and cement and steel and glass and plastic
And every variety of mind-made invention,
But it is ever still a jungle.
Pay attention, you might live longer.
* * * *
It is your mother’s sustenance that nurtures you.
When you poison her, ravage her, destroy her,
You poison and ravage and destroy yourself.
That fistful of coin is but paltry compensation.
* * * *
Just because something has not happened
Does not necessarily mean it cannot or will not.
* * * *
Politicized science is not bona fide science,
And true science that is not heeded
Is but an empty paycheck.
* * * *
No matter how immense, no matter how tiny,
It is a you-eat-you universe, a you-eat-you dream.
Compassion and ethics are but token notions.
* * * *
Do you live to eat, or eat to live?
Constrain you tongue, govern your craving,
Or pay the price, the consequences, in oh so many ways.
* * * *
Observe the mind as you would the sky;
Thoughts as you would clouds and birds and planes.
Disconnected, indifferent, removed, every moment keenly aware.
* * * *
History is replete with rebels of every shade.
To stand alone is nothing new under this star’s steady gaze.
They have provoked many adjustments, set the course many new directions,
But have any ever fundamentally mutated the startup source code of the human paradigm?
Have any ever even once managed to get the jungle out of the monkey?
History does not repeat itself, but the patterns do.
* * * *
Doubt, skepticism, cynicism, uncertainty, critical thinking,
Naturally evolve in a mind inordinately bent on unlocking its mystery,
A mind resolved on discerning the reality of consciousness emanating from within.
* * * *
The gap between awareness and consciousness
Is the same as the one between eternity and time.
* * * *
The mind can be heaven, the mind can be purgatory, the mind can be hell … Attitude is all.
Heaven requires a discerning mind, and good endorphins help, as well.
Oh well and so it goes if you are unable to manage it,
Or circumstances beyond your control are running the show.
* * * *
Nothing like finally discovering, finally realizing
An assumption made many years before was absolutely wrong.
Sometimes so off-kilter as to be completely opposite.
* * * *
You are this set of biological functions, you are not this set of biological functions.
You are this set of bodily networks, you are not this set of bodily networks.
You are this set of perceptions, you are not this set of perceptions.
You are this set of memories, you are not this set of memories.
You are this set of truths, you are not this set of truths.
You are this set of falsehoods, you are not this set of falsehoods.
You are this set of likes, you are not this set of likes.
You are this set of dislikes, you are not this set of dislikes.
You are this set of successes, you are not this set of successes.
You are this set of failures, you are not this set of failures.
You are this set of references, you are not this set of references.
You are this set of preferences, you are not this set of preferences.
You are this set of intentions, you are not this set of intentions.
You are this set of desires, you are not this set of desires.
You are this set of fears, you are not this set of fears.
You are this set of reflections, you are not this set of reflections.
You are this set of pleasures, you are not this set of pleasures.
You are this set of pains, you are not this set of pains.
You are this set of vanities, you are not this set of vanities.
You are this set of sensations, you are not this set of sensations.
You are this set of connections, you are not this set of connections.
Your story, your tale, your narrative, your history, your sense of self,
Is but a temporal play of imagination in eternity’s misty mystery,
And is, for all practical purpose, forgotten as soon as it began.
* * * *
What is perception, what is thought, what is imagination, but lightning storms in the cranium,
Given whatever meaning and purpose the winds of nature-nurture have determined.
Call it conditioning, call it habituation, call it teaching, call it programming,
Call it patterning, call it imitating, call it copying, call it designing,
Call it indoctrination, call it domestication, call it brainwashing, call it whatever.
It is what it is, and we as a species have played out, and will always play out, the resulting theater.
* * * *
The ways and means the vanities dream up to play out their ceaseless absurdities
Morph in every conceivable permutation, but are ever the same monkey,
Thinly disguised by yet another shade-of-gray layer of sparkle.
* * * *
Whittling down the vast assortment of deities to just one,
What a task, what a power struggle it has historically proven to be.
And now, what to name this one god, a wrestling match of these our modern times.
And once that is well-established: what creed, what scripture, what commandments, what dress code,
What, what, what … will ever resolve the ever-expanding arrays of vanity
We two-leggeds in every way portray as truth?
* * * *
Laws, commandments, regulations, rules, decrees, edicts, directives,
Principles, maxims, axioms, dictums, morals, scruples, codes,
Tenets, ethics, mores, values, traditions, beliefs, et cetera,
Are artifices of human invention, as are all the ceaseless deities
Fabricated to give the carrots of desire and sticks of fear greater heft.
* * * *
Becoming and unbecoming, what effort it takes.
Being as nothing is uncomplicated;
Much less quixotic.
* * * *
Any given universe is but a quantum weaving, an inexplicable mystery,
To which all minds bent on inquiry, on examination, on investigation, on analysis,
Must ever waggle their pontificating domes in interminable wonder that all their conclusions,
All their deductions, all their assumptions, all their inferences, all their suppositions,
Are really nothing more than inconsequential, meaningless speculation.
Even the most brilliant, astute minds, must ultimately realize
There are ever so many things never to be known.
* * * *
The United States of America: A constitutional republic
Whose democratic notions about freedom
Have always been suspect.
* * * *
You are the clayness,
The essence, the substance, the distillation, the chi, the force,
The soul, the spirit, the quantum, the godness,
Call it whatever you will,
Come to life.
* * * *
There are any number of positives and negatives to most everything in any decision-making process.
The trick is making pragmatic choices however the variables are weighted
As often as given circumstances allow.
* * * *
The frame of reference gradually enhances with everything you do.
It is the mash for your still of ever-bubbling wisdom,
The brew of the intelligent mind.
* * * *
Attend, perceive, discern, embrace, synergize, gestalt,
The birth and death, the creation and destruction, of every moment,
As often as the body-mind in the given circumstance allows.
* * * *
The one and only mystery is, has ever been, will ever be,
The You that pervades all things from great to small.
* * * *
The sage is no greater than any fool or king,
Merely more aware of the awareness
In which all indivisibly wander.
* * * *
Those who are inspired to delve into this perpetual mystery
Arrive in every time, in every geography, in every culture, in every size, in every shape.
All are imbued with the same ineffable, immutable, undying awareness.
Quantum is quantum, no matter the smokescreen.
* * * *
Pride, more pride, even more pride.
Envy, more envy, even more envy.
Lust, more lust, even more lust.
Sloth, more sloth, even more sloth.
Greed, more greed, even more greed.
Wrath, more wrath, even more wrath.
Gluttony, more gluttony, even more gluttony.
The Seven Deadly Sins: Monarchs of the human mind.
* * * *
What is the highest high,
But going to the brink of death, riding its edge,
Surviving, but only just barely.
* * * *
What is vanity but a self-absorbed monkey-mind need
To attain some sort of significance, some sort of meaning, some sort of purpose.
Nothing more than a denial of the inherent aloneness,
The innate anonymity of all.
* * * *
Every moment is a new reckoning, none a continuum,
But for imagination’s inclination for time-bound assumptions.
Discern the causeless, discern the effectless, of each and every moment,
And you will be the enlightened witness that nature has ever inspired.
* * * *
Science is the investigation of anything and everything
To whatever degree mind and technology allow.
It is a never-ending process with an ever-expanding scope.
The challenge for any given scientist is to keep the pie whole all the while.
* * * *
Leaders should never rush into war,
For once dogs are set loose, once blades are unsheathed,
The long and winding road of destruction and suffering is harsh and bitter.
Only the one-percenters and their minions prosper unscathed.
* * * *
What can ever truly touch the indivisible nothingness prior to all manifestation,
Prior to all the creation-preservation-destruction of quantum design.
This vast mystery is but a timeless, kaleidoscoping light show
To which consciousness is but imaginary witness.
* * * *
Titles from the Hopi language used in the Qatsi Trilogy:
Koyaanisqatsi: Unbalanced life.
Powaqqatsi: Parasitic way of life, life in transition.
Naqoyqatsi: Life as war, civilized violence, a life of killing each other.
* * * *
You in the utter aloneness of pure awareness are the eternal nowness, the eternal life,
Playing the quantum matrix real, timelessly witnessing the mystery you are,
The mystery you have ever been, the mystery you will ever be.
* * * *
The mind of mystery is the eye of mystery, the ear of mystery,
The tongue of mystery, the nose of mystery, the touch of mystery.
* * * *
Sometime the mind imprisons, sometimes the mind frees.
The awareness you are, each and every moment chooses
* * * *
How lonely we are for all our little pleasures,
All our little successes, all our little reveries.
* * * *
Totally giving your Self over to the timeless awareness you truly are,
Is as close as you can ever come to the indivisible absoluteness
Of this mystery that you are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
One experiment determines one thing,
Another concludes something entirely different.
Sometimes it take scientists awhile to fathom the details,
Which causes no end of vexation to those seeking simple answers.
* * * *
From the moment you are conceived,
You begin a long and winding wander
To one executioner’s block or another.
Your fate is etched in the sands of time.
* * * *
Fashioned by consciousness in the ever-kaleidoscoping theater of space and time,
We all together, each in our own unique frame-of-reference way,
Are co-creating, co-preserving, co-destroying.
* * * *
Discern pure awareness,
Prior to all conditioning,
Prior to all said and done,
Prior to all conscious design.
* * * *
Were it not but for all your imaginary, self-absorbed notions,
Would you really be anything more than a vessel filled with air?
* * * *
Be the indelible mystery of your all-but-infinite universe and its immeasurable unknown.
Be all it is and is not, from its intangible beginning to its intangible ending,
And from its intangible before to its intangible after, as well.
This little mind-body and its fabricated identity
To which you are so vainly attached
Is but a very brief, a very hollow dream.
* * * *
So many concepts describing the same thing,
And the unblemished pie ever whole all the while.
* * * *
Looking back at the long and winding rolodex of perception of your dreamy existence,
Did it ever really happen, is it really happening right now,
And what makes you so sure?
* * * *
The weight of your world, of your universe,
Is but a sensory-laden, imaginary one.
Atlas shrugged, and you can, too.
* * * *
All creation is really as modern as it is ancient; all creation is really as ancient as it is modern.
The relativity of the dreamtime you are streamlessly witnessing, and believing so real,
Is tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, billions of years, both ago and hence.
Each and every part and particle very much eternally ever-present
In all the incalculable pasts, all the incalculable futures, that the indelible awareness
In every way and shape and manner, simultaneously permeates in this indivisible quantum theater.
* * * *
Why on earth do you need the sanction of any other?
Be your own law, be your own sovereign, be your own herald,
In your indivisible, ever-present, imaginary kingdom.
* * * *
The mind is swept up by the windy senses
Into an imaginary existence fashioned by nature-nurture.
To discern the ultimate reality, awareness must release into its eternal abyss.
True nature, true Self, is prior to any and all dimensions in this beyond-boggling mystery you are.
* * * *
What Now?
What Now!
What Now!?
* * * *
Yet another intellectual device, another outline, another framework, another agenda,
Left to wander alone in the dank, musty, obscure corridors of the Ivory Tower,
Destined never to see the light of any influence, much less fame or fortune.
* * * *
To be at peace, to align with the eternal way,
You must discern the final course, the ultimate tack.
You must leave behind the sphere of imaginary knowing.
You must still the busy mind into its eternal unknown,
Into the awareness prior to little-self consciousness.
* * * *
Heraclitus and Freud wrote of the same smoky truth:
A man’s character – the whimsical dance of imagination – is his fate.
Anatomy – the indivisible dance of physics and chemistry and biology – is destiny.
* * * *
One day on top of the world, the next a pistol in your mouth.
Life can be like that.
* * * *
Just because something does not matter to you
Does not mean it neither true nor important.
* * * *
So many lost in the trees, they never even begin to discern the forest.
And though the trees are endlessly engaging in their own right,
For those who would see, they are ultimately but a means to grasp the whole.
As the eyes of age confirm ever again: (The/A) Devil (is) in the detail(s); God is in the detail.
* * * *
We are all very much alone in our own little cosmos,
Peering out from a mask that can never be seen,
A dreamy mystery that can never be known.
* * * *
The definition of success does not in any way, any shape, any form,
Include pride or envy or gluttony or lust or wrath or greed or sloth.
* * * *
The hunger button, turn it on, turn it off, you choose.
The difference between attachment and detachment,
For anything and everything, is a discerning mind.
* * * *
How will that knack for abiding and thriving in the ecstasies of the digital realms
Translate into the day-to-day mind that the mundane nature of adulthood entails?
* * * *
No need to always allow the world into your mind, at least not all the time.
No need for all those piddling footprints, all those this’s and that’s,
To always be wandering helter-skelter, muddling things up,
Causing all sorts of bother, both within and without.
Give your Self a timeout, a rest, a breather,
At least now and again in the once and awhile.
* * * *
Yes, you may well be quite bright, but rest assured, few if any of us,
Is near the wag that the delusions of vanity so inevitably incline.
* * * *
The entire universe from big bang to big collapse,
Your entire existence from conception to last wheezing breath,
Is all happening this very timeless singular moment.
And there is absolutely nothing you can do
To change even one instant.
* * * *
Awareness moves not.
It is ever-present, eternally timeless.
Only a very, very tranquil, very, very attentive mind,
Can discern it the singular source of all consciousness, of all dreamtime,
Of all creation, of all preservation, of all destruction.
* * * *
Awareness moves not.
It is ever-present, ephemeral, eternal.
Only a very still, very composed, very attentive mind,
Can discern it the singular source of all consciousness, of all dreamtime,
Of all creation, of all preservation, of all destruction.
And from before all beginnings,
To after all endings,
It is all the you, you truly are.
* * * *
What is that which is called god by so many names but an impersonal all and nothing,
An implausible totality so absolute, so timeless, as to be everything and nothing all the while.
An eternal quantum mystery so intrinsic as to be and not be simultaneously in every pointless point.
How is it humankind is not genuinely, beyond doubt, humbled by its relative insignificance?
* * * *
It matters much less what is going on out there
Once you discern what is not going on in there.
* * * *
Is it the hardwired, programmed, conditioned consciousness,
That spawns intelligence, that contrives all thought and action?
Or the awareness that underlies all forms throughout all creation?
* * * *
We are all cousins of the same jungle, all ultimately equal.
Skin color is nothing more than a matter of latitude,
Of where our more recent ancestors resided.
Cultures are but arbitrary agreements.
We are all enslaved by the chains
We harbor in our minds.
Each alone must choose to be free.
* * * *
The now that was then,
And the now that will be when,
Is the same now that has ever been.
* * * *
What a mesmerizing, absorbing thing the sensory mind.
Over and over it is drawn into the delusion of illusion.
You must be very still, very attentive, very discerning,
To be the timeless, indivisible absoluteness you truly are.
It requires a courageousness that transcends birth and death.
* * * *
Breathing in, breathing out, as fully, as deeply as you can,
Is as much as the mystery of eternity can offer.
It is as present as you can ever be.
* * * *
Living and dying each and every moment is the way of the mind given over
To the mysterious ever-emanating nowness of eternal awareness.
Space-time is but the illusion of the neuron trail.
* * * *
What is the tongue but a nerve-ridden muscular organ
That the mind employs to perceive sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and unami.
The same process is true of eyes with light, ears with sound, nose with smell, skin with touch.
Through illusions fostered by flesh, all universes are born into imagination,
And through imagination, every delusion imaginable
Plays out in the dream of time.
* * * *
Your skeptical, cynical, critical, inquiring mind, as rational as it may seek to be,
Resides upon an irrational mystery that has never embraced rhyme or reason.
* * * *
“Can it get any more stupid?” you ask.
Alas, the short answer is, “Yes, it can.”
* * * *
Every living creature has its own point of view, its own universe.
Plants, animals, protists, fungi, archaebacteria, eubacteria,
All play out their timeless dreamtime real in their own unique way,
But what is real, and is any perspective really any more so than any other?
* * * *
Every game has its rules, and there are so many games.
But what of the eclectic mind that crosses any and all boundaries.
The awakened mind that morphs without restraint any way it may choose.
The god-mind functions in a state of beingness that transcends all notions of sanity.
Some are set up on one rostrum or another, some are crucified, some become garden statues.
Who knows how many stroll freely, anonymously, watchfully, among the harried herd.
And likely some just call it a life, and blow their brains back into the oblivion.
Seers wander the dream untethered to the boundaries of humankind.
* * * *
What is power? What is fame? What is fortune?
But enticing sirens to vanity’s rocky shoals and cliffs.
* * * *
Chance are just about everything you really think matters,
Everything involving your petty, narcissistic me-myself-and-I paradigm,
In reality does not ultimately matter even one iota in the grand schemelessness of it all.
Your significance to the electromagnetic spectrum is null and void diddly-squat.
* * * *
The contest between the tortoise and the hare is not just a children’s parable.
Slow and steady and sure often overcome indolence and arrogance.
Best never underestimate either opponent or circumstance.
* * * *
The quantum source abides all.
It is indifferent to any and all and every difference.
Black and white, good and evil, yes and no, dualities of any make or model,
Are but the ephemeral whimsies of temporal imagination.
* * * *
The mystery of awareness peers out through the creations of its quantum theater,
Interacting in every way imaginable as the given patterning and scenario dictate.
* * * *
Awareness is the silent om of the universe.
From it all sentient beings arise and abide.
* * * *
Another Buddha.
Kill it, holmes.
* * * *
To be the immortal essence you truly are and are not, die to it all, let it all go.
Death while living is to be finished with what is not, never was, will never be.
* * * *
Your cosmos is whatever you perceive it to be,
And no one else’s will ever, or can ever be the same.
You are very much alone to the abyss of your awareness,
No matter how zealously you may long for it to be otherwise.
* * * *
The ancient world that is all life’s foundation,
Did not necessarily arrive at this moment in time
Through political correctness or ethical consideration.
* * * *
In the very timeless awareness sense,
What might you be doing right now
That would really be any different
Than what you are doing right now?
* * * *
How easy it is to fall into a descending spiral of self-pity over one’s lot in life.
To stay strong, to stand tall in the bittersweet winds of fate, is ever a challenge.
* * * *
If you are going to feel guilty about something,
Probably best not to do it in the first place.
“Know thy Self” is always good policy.
* * * *
Why would you dread a deity in which you do not believe?
Is it even worth wasting one iota of time discussing it?
* * * *
What goes up must come down is a statistical certainty.
No edifice – tower, mountain, or universe – stands forever.
* * * *
Respect begets respect.
Contempt begets contempt.
Cause begets effect; effect, cause.
Time never dies; the circle is not round.
* * * *
Surely, the continual assertion by someone
That they are strong or beautiful or honest or anything,
Suggests they do not sincerely believe it true.
* * * *
There ain’t no dark side, there ain’t no light side, there ain’t no side at all.
There just be a streaming dream of awareness that ain’t no dream at all.
* * * *
There is no end to the “what if’s” of any historical contemplation, no matter the scale;
Be it individual, group, world, cosmic, or whatever else any mind might attempt to fathom.
* * * *
Each and every one of us in the human paradigm is a true believer to one degree or another.
The fact that we collude our identities real, assume time real, is the first and last self-deception.
A byzantine complicity to which our kind is genetically and culturally bound for the rest of mind.
* * * *
Inside the eyes, inside the ears, inside the nose,
Inside the tongue, inside the skin,
Where are you?
And where does the boundary
Between inside and outside begin and end?
* * * *
Your perfection is in everything imagined.
Your perfection is not in anything imagined.
* * * *
What are sight and sound and taste and smell and feeling,
But vibration interpreted by the mind steeped in illusion.
* * * *
How is it even remotely possible
For anyone to be as asleep and undoubting at the end
As they were in the beginning?
* * * *
Nothing any day before that.
Nothing the day before.
Nothing yesterday.
Nothing today.
Nothing tomorrow.
Nothing the day after.
Nothing any day after that.
* * * *
How free is the individual in any meme?
How free is the individual in any group?
How free is the individual in any mind?
* * * *
This right-here-right-now is all that matters.
Everything before, everything hence, means nothing.
All is but a passing dream to which you may subscribe or not.
* * * *
Chances are, that wherever you journey, no matter how far, you will always be you;
With all your assumptions, all your behaviors, all your prejudices, all your boundaries;
All filtered by time-bound consciousness timelessly streaming through pristine awareness.
* * * *
So, you are totally open, totally inclusive, totally loving,
Except all those many times when you are not, eh?
Such a tough show pretending to be so perfect.
What intermittent cronies, heart and mind can be.
We all suffer from one variety of miasma or another.
* * * *
The clear space of awareness is the enigma, the paradox, the irony,
The aloneness, the indivisibility, the absoluteness, the limitless,
The totality, the infinity, the infinitesimalibility, the solace,
The oblivion you truly are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
In every inclusion, some exclusion.
In every exclusion, some inclusion.
* * * *
Those who believe themselves free of vanity only delude themselves.
Consciousness has an insatiable proclivity for chasing its own tail round and round.
In pure awareness, the one and only you is timelessly, indivisibly free,
But only until consciousness stirs, however slightly.
* * * *
How long before you take that final journey?
How long before the imaginary you evaporates
Into the indivisible tranquility of pure awareness?
How long before the last word really-truly-finally is?
* * * *
Surely one must be agnostic,
For if there is a supreme being,
It is far greater than any thought.
* * * *
And from what might you hope you can be rescued?
Misfortune? Conflict? Suffering? Pain? Death?
If you truly fathomed what life and death are,
You might well perceive eternity’s harmonic ballet
Playing out each and every twinkling before your very eyes.
That birth and death are but temporal illusions of mind-body consciousness.
That the you to which you subscribe is in reality nothing more than a figment of imagination.
Eternal life is the stillness of the unborn-undying awareness you every instant are,
Witnessing the reverie of a quantum matrix born of a quantum mind.
* * * *
Wander your universe free and clear.
There is nothing to do, nothing to resolve.
Redemption is for each alone to discern within.
* * * *
Tranquility is an inward state.
An outward sensory reflection may seem the cause,
But it is a mind in sync with the quantum beingness from which it is fostered.
Even in the most chaotic arena imaginable, serenity can reign
In the fearlessness of unblemished awareness.
* * * *
Can you waylay all the pitter-patter chatter of imaginary identity, and just be?
Can you release your consciousness from all its fictional attachments
To culture, politics, religion, finance, gender, education,
Emotion, language, race, caste, et cetera.
Can you be just the stillness of pure awareness?
* * * *
Never assume any history to be totally true.
Every witness, every mind, has its own confined perception.
None ever in any way exactly the same; none ever in any way entirely accurate.
Every soldier on a battlefield has his own unique account.
* * * *
What you say, what you do, has absolutely nothing to do
With what you really are, or with what you really are not.
* * * *
So many on the lower rungs of any given society trying so hard to attain equality
With those they perceive to be in some higher caste, and by doing so ever remain subjugated.
Stand aloof from all cultural reference points, stand free of all imaginary notions.
None need impinge upon the sovereignty of your true essential nature.
* * * *
From the ultimate quantum view,
The so-called evil deed is as indivisible as the good one.
Consciousness is not in any way as important to the infinity of eternity
As the egocentric, ethnocentric, geocentric, heliiocentric mind, in its limited visions assumes.
The temporal individual-tribal mind is to be transcended, not embraced.
* * * *
Time is a function of imagination.
Awareness is a function of eternity.
* * * *
You could be anywhere in your world, anywhere in your universe,
And if you close your eyes and still your thoughts,
Be where you have always been.
* * * *
History is the momentum of forces bent on creation and preservation and destruction,
As intentionally or unintentionally contrived by individuals and collectives and alliances between.
It is the synergistic rippling of every variety of current washing every direction,
Subject only to the whims of time and the laws of physics.
* * * *
We are one and all the same essence, the same gold, the same creation, the same source, come to life.
With but five senses, we have each fashioned, we have each imagined, immense universes.
Why should we not all together celebrate the mystery that has stitched together,
Within and without each of us, a timeless, indivisible quantum matrix,
Through which each very much alone abides their given lot.
A singular vision that relatively few feel called to clearly realize.
* * * *
What is will but the psychic synergy of desire and fear.
The fear of not being, the fear of not having, the fear of not feeling.
Of craving this or that, and fearing it will not be, or that it will not forever last.
An insatiable hunger for more that can never be quenched, no matter the dreamtime allotted.
* * * *
Dead or alive, what difference but a flurry of imagination,
Which, from the beginning to the end, is in truth, nothing.
* * * *
What torture it can be to exist, to live, to be or not be, in this mortal realm,
And for what but vain notion, for bits and pieces of the countless pleasures life can offer.
And what from that, but endless variations of pain and suffering,
And motley stews of related bother.
* * * *
Superstitions are the relentless concoctions of ignorance,
And its willy-nilly attempts to placate the inexplicable.
* * * *
English is the language, the lingua franca, that possesses the flexibility,
The adaptability, the universality, expedient for these our modern times.
* * * *
Communism and socialism are egalitarian ideals
No human society has ever, will ever, be long able to sustain.
There is no self-interest in bee hives and ant hills.
The human paradigm is nothing but.
* * * *
Yet another addition to the feed lot, another trough for the masses to vent their insatiable hunger.
So many bloated bellies and rears, so many rotund faces and tree-trunk thighs and calves.
People really should start branding themselves with all their happy meal choices.
More than a little frightening; almost like Halloween every day anymore.
* * * *
Life is born of patterns, predispositions, instincts,
But it is imagination that transcends the origins of matter,
And how probable is that in the farthest reaches of time and space?
There are billions and billions, maybe even trillions and trillions of galaxies,
But the dreamtime of humankind will never discover, never know, anything firsthand
About the all-but-infinite mysteries playing out in the all-but-infinite shores.
The fictions of paper and screen will be as far as we ever travel.
* * * *
And what is forever, and what is not forever,
Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
* * * *
If you see and hear only words, you see and hear nothing.
It is in the space between them that meaning is discerned.
* * * *
Has it occurred to you that you might have total control over the churning movement of your mind,
Total control over the thunderstorms flashing about in the synapses of the given brain.
Perfect equanimity may be attainable if you are able to be detached enough
To not care about anything your universe might set before you.
You need not allow the mundane into your sanctum
But for the desire and dread that have so shaped your dreamtime.
To respond rather than react to the given kaleidoscoping is the challenge for all.
* * * *
In the pure nihilistic mind,
The mind that doubts everything,
The mind that no longer seeks meaning,
The mind that no longer requires purpose,
The mind that no longer acknowledges dogma,
The mind that no longer maintains principles,
The mind that no longer asserts knowledge,
The mind that literally believes nothing,
The first and last freedom reigns.
* * * *
Greater and lesser minds always have so many answers
To so many questions it would never occur a child to ask.
* * * *
Even if there is a supreme being, or even many, so what?
All things great to small are born of the same timeless source.
As an ant is to you, you are to any wave or particle of the mystery.
All else is but vanity born of one imaginary notion or another.
* * * *
What is money? What is gold? What are jewels?
Once you discern time and health the only wealth.
* * * *
What difference, really, between reaching across a table or across a universe?
What difference, really, between a shattering glass or an exploding galaxy?
Physics is physics, quantum is quantum, indivisible, no matter the scale.
* * * *
You were born attached to nothing more than an umbilical cord.
The challenge when you depart is be attached to nothing at all.
* * * *
Mind can run on and on and on like a hamster wheel
Going round and round and round on a journey nowhere.
Effortless as it is, getting off is rarely easy, much less painless,
But not impossible for those rare few determined to find their way.
* * * *
To live as if it is not happening,
To abide in the emptiness of eternity,
Is the every-moment challenge of any seer.
* * * *
In cold, dress for cold; in hot, dress for hot; in wet, dress for wet.
Mother Nature will school those who give her their attention,
To discern the common sense that is only rarely common.
* * * *
To live fully, mindfully, born and perishing each and every moment,
Is to be attentive, without urgency, breathing fully, regularly, no direction known,
Thought in abeyance, or moving like a temperate, unobtrusive breeze.
* * * *
You have never really been in control of anything in this ephemeral dreamtime.
Rest assured you will have even less say after you dissolve back into the mystery.
* * * *
I who am, I what am, I where am, I when am, I why am, I how am,
How can any me, any myself, any I, ever be anything but the same mystery,
The same upwelling, the same unknown, the same abyss, the same quantum essence,
Eternally ever-present, timelessly streaming, indivisibly emanating, unremittingly enduring,
Ever witnessing the kaleidoscoping dream of creation and preservation and destruction,
Through the awareness of the given seed, and its passage through the winds of mind.
* * * *
Why would you need to believe in,
To worship, to venerate, to adulate, to idolize,
Some imaginary, iconic, dualistic, on-high Olympian deity,
When you can linger in non-dualistic awareness,
When you can simply be the entirety,
Timelessly transient.
* * * *
You create your own yoke – heavy or light or nonexistent –
It is up to you and the level of attachment to your dreamtime.
* * * *
What is the persona but a defensive psychic shield against the harshness of your universe.
An imaginary identity with which you daily manage your world as it fashioned you.
Alas, what happened to the courage with which you wandered your childhood?
* * * *
And why again do you keep coming back?
What world, what sun have you not wandered
That you must repeat it again and again and again?
* * * *
The corporal body is but a means to a dream,
A temporal reverie of the three-dimensional kind.
* * * *
That most primal thing, fear, has been key in molding this imaginary you,
A conditioned identity that you every day wake up believing real and true.
A state of mind, a state of attachment, a sword by which you live and die.
* * * *
Is it an electromagnetic spectrum?
An electromagnetic matrix?
Or anything at all?
* * * *
It has to be a harmonic orchestration; how else could it seamlessly function?
Duality is but a deception of consciousness inspired by the sensory mind-body.
* * * *
To care or not to care you every moment decide.
Choose yes, choose no, consequences ever ripple.
* * * *
Are you this earthly, temporal, finite, mortal body?
Are you that of which this body is made?
Or are you that which is prior to all form and context,
Prior to consciousness and its innumerable channels of speculation.
Prior even to that inexplicable awareness by which all dreams of time are perceived.
* * * *
Be wary of those who crow their spiritual illumination.
Satori is but a quickly-passed moment along the road less traveled,
A long and winding trail whose every step, every breath, beckons full attention.
There is the awakening, and there is the process of emancipation for whatever time remains.
* * * *
What is any nation-state but a large tribe,
An idea from the mind conceived of me and myself and I,
Used by the most self-absorbed to garner power and fame and fortune,
At the expense of all those who so earnestly, so simply, so naively, so foolishly believe.
* * * *
What no one knows is generally much easier to forget.
If you want a secret kept, best keep it to yourself.
* * * *
You are the indelible mystery come unto life.
Do not be so arrogant, so narcissistic, that you do not discern
That you are not the only you that is, that has ever been, that will ever be.
The same you abides in every animate and inanimate form that might ever be concocted.
Every part and particle, every chasm between, it is all the same indivisible, singular, unknowable you.
Everything seen, everything heard, everything tasted, everything smelt, everything felt.
Everything created, everything preserved, everything destroyed.
Whether you tread softly, or harshly, or not at all,
Know, without doubt, without disquiet,
That there is not, has never been, will never be, any other.
* * * *
Death is hunting for you again today.
Has been since the moment you were conceived.
Will be until your last wheezing breath.
* * * *
The mystery is whatever it pleases you to believe, and none of it all the while,
Because no thought, no dream of consciousness, can or has ever or will ever, touch it.
And to believe, to assert otherwise, is nothing more than self-absorbed delusion.
* * * *
Prince or pauper, warrior or coward,
Scholar or imbecilic, saint or sinner,
The dream of time passes the same.
What difference but vain notion.
* * * *
You are the ever-streaming awareness,
Nothing less, nothing more, nothing but.
All thoughts about it are but vanity.
Existence is but a hollow shell.
* * * *
If you had but eyes, your universe would be but sight.
If you had but an ear, your universe would be but sound.
If you had but a mouth, your universe would be but taste.
If you had but a nose, your universe would be but smell.
If you had but skin, your universe would be but touch.
And what would your universe be with but a mind?
* * * *
If nature is your god, and you are a mind-body born of nature,
Then idolatry is really nothing more than another form of narcissism.
* * * *
All belief, all tradition, all dogma, all speculation, is nothing more than imaginary confabulation
Of the mind ever seeking security, ever assuming there must be an answer to the insoluble unknown.
* * * *
Why should there be, how can there be, any who?
Why should there be, how can there be, any what?
Why should there be, how can there be, any where?
Why should there be, how can there be, any when?
Why should there be, how can there be, any why?
Why should there be, how can there be, any how?
* * * *
The mind ever tries to control the what is, but it never can, never has, never will,
Because the space-time born of consciousness is not real,
Never has been, will never be.
* * * *
There is no observer, only observing.
There is no listener, only listening.
There is no taster, only tasting.
There is no feeler, only feeling.
There is no smeller, only smelling,
And those are but senses feeding into a neural transmitter,
An evolutionary mind whose existence is an unverifiable assumption,
That has yet to be proven more than a temporal illusion born of imagination.
If any other fellow earthling played our absurd game, we would snicker and snigger.
* * * *
All religions and cults are but predictable collections of clichés,
Platitudes, banalities, triteness, truisms, formulas, lies,
Sayings, hypocrisies, insincerities, hokum, tokenisms, false pieties,
Deceptions, deceits, pretenses, propagandas, shams, hooeys, humbugs, hogwash,
Nonsenses, claptraps, baloneys, bunkums, codswallops, rubbishes, gibberish, garbage, lip service,
And whatever else it takes to get into your wallet, and eventually your progeny’s, as well.
* * * *
You are, have ever been, will ever be, the same eternal, indivisible, sovereign, immortal Self.
It is only the nature-nurture, the times and spaces, the minds and bodies,
The cultures and language, and everything other,
That appear to change.
* * * *
What is so much of any day-to-day in these our modern times but thing management:
Buy it, unpack it, use it, manage it, clean it, repair it, insure it, store it, file it,
Give it, lend it, replace it, upgrade it, trade it, sell it, lose it, toss it,
Remember it, forget it, remember it, forget it, on and on.
* * * *
We cannot all sit in an ashram, nor do we all want to.
Most of us, to whatever capacity we are able,
Fit inquiry into our given day-to-day.
* * * *
Every living creature is a genius in its own niche.
Cousins of the same puddle; survivors since life’s origin.
* * * *
The world will do everything it can
To drag you back to its illusion
Inspired by your delusion.
* * * *
What is an eclipse but one relatively large piece of orbiting dust
Getting between another relatively large piece of dust and a nuclear-powered flashlight.
Yet another relatively inflated example of much ado about nothing
In the relativity of the human absurdity.
* * * *
We are all sorry we did a lot of things.
We are all sorry we did not do a lot of things.
So it goes, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.
* * * *
Humankind’s domestication of this garden world
Is but a relatively temporary reign.
Darwin will rise again.
* * * *
The universe is a quantum matrix; a timeless, indivisible, indelible, vibratory theater.
Every life form has its own unique relationship with its enigmatic mystery.
In humankind, it is through the eyes that the mind discerns light;
Ears, sound; tongue, taste; nose, smell; flesh, touch.
What would your cosmos, your world, be,
With even one or two or three less, much less all.
* * * *
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really does not matter,
Matter being what it is, and what it is not.
* * * *
What some call negativity, pessimism, skepticism, doubt, cynicism,
To the rational mind of the critical thinker, is merely the way it is.
* * * *
The jellyfish have survived 650 million years because they are born
Without any hope or expectation or desire for anything more than serenely drifting along.
Unlike human beings, who really should be called human becomings,
Just being has always been more than enough.
* * * *
Your sense of significance is highly exaggerated, highly overrated.
As all-important as your path to glory likely theaters out in that temporal head,
It is at best barely a twitch of a vibration on the Richter scale of the electromagnetic matrix.
* * * *
Effing the ineffable.
More effing the ineffable.
Even more effing the ineffable.
* * * *
Gobbledygook.
More gobbledygook.
Even more gobbledygook.
* * * *
Human drivel.
More human drivel.
Even more human drivel.
* * * *
Mind gorp.
More mind gorp.
Even more mind gorp.
* * * *
Much ado about nothing.
More much ado about nothing.
Even more much ado about nothing.
* * * *
Dogma.
More dogma.
Even more dogma.
* * * *
Glory.
More glory.
Even more glory.
* * * *
Vanity.
More vanity.
Even more vanity.
* * * *
Chaos.
More chaos.
Even more chaos.
* * * *
Absurdity.
More absurdity.
Even more absurdity.
* * * *
Rules.
More rules.
Even more rules.
* * * *
Laws.
More laws.
Even more laws.
* * * *
Power.
More power.
Even more power.
* * * *
Fame.
More fame.
Even more fame.
* * * *
Fortune.
More fortune.
Even more fortune.
* * * *
Concepts.
More concepts.
Even more concepts.
* * * *
Done.
More done.
Even more done.
* * * *
Scourge.
More scourge.
Even more scourge.
* * * *
Mind doodles.
More mind doodles.
Even more mind doodles.
* * * *
Human drivel.
More human drivel.
Even more human drivel.
* * * *
Déjà vu.
More déjà vu.
Even more déjà vu.
* * * *
Metaphors.
More metaphors.
Even more metaphors.
* * * *
Consequences.
More consequences.
Even more consequences.
* * * *
Meaninglessness.
More meaninglessness.
Even more meaninglessness.
* * * *
Purposelessness.
More purposelessness.
Even more purposelessness.
* * * *
Me, myself, and I.
More me, myself, and I.
Even more me, myself, and I.
* * * *
Cute.
More cute.
Even more cute.
* * * *
Entitlement.
More entitlement.
Even more entitlement.
* * * *
Duh.
More duh.
Even more duh.
* * * *
Doh.
More doh.
Even more doh.
* * * *
Future past.
More future past.
Even more future past.
* * * *
Say whaaaat?!!
More say whaaaat?!!
Even more say whaaaat?!!
* * * *
Tool-making.
More tool-making.
Even more tool-making.
* * * *
Home invasion.
More home invasion.
Even more home invasion.
* * * *
Deception.
More deception.
Even more deception.
* * * *
Civilization.
More civilization.
Even more civilization.
* * * *
Savagery.
More savagery.
Even more savagery.
* * * *
Delusion.
More delusion.
Even more delusion.
* * * *
Confusion.
More confusion.
Even more confusion.
* * * *
Revenge.
More revenge.
Even more revenge.
* * * *
Forgiveness.
More forgiveness.
Even more forgiveness.
* * * *
Folderol.
More folderol.
Even more folderol.
* * * *
Be here now.
More be here now.
Even more be here now.
* * * *
Be there now.
More be there now.
Even more be there now.
* * * *
Nowhere now.
More nowhere now.
Even more nowhere now.
* * * *
Life of moi.
More life of moi.
Even more life of moi.
* * * *
End is nigh.
More end is nigh.
Even more end is nigh.
* * * *
Nowhere.
More nowhere.
Even more nowhere.
* * * *
Bragging.
More bragging.
Even more bragging.
* * * *
Dramas.
More dramas.
Even more dramas.
* * * *
Soap operas.
More soap operas.
Even more soap operas.
* * * *
Insoluble problems.
More insoluble problems.
Even more insoluble problems.
* * * *
Empowerment.
More empowerment.
Even more empowerment.
* * * *
Disempowerment.
More disempowerment.
Even more disempowerment.
* * * *
Self-absorption.
More self-absorption.
Even more self-absorption.
* * * *
Self-aggrandizement.
More self-aggrandizement.
Even more self-aggrandizement.
* * * *
Opening game.
More opening game.
Even more opening game.
* * * *
Middle game.
More middle game.
Even more middle game.
* * * *
End game.
More end game.
Even more end game.
* * * *
Projects.
More projects.
Even more projects.
* * * *
Conundrums.
More conundrums.
Even more conundrums.
* * * *
Play the gray.
More play the gray.
Even more play the gray.
* * * *
No-others.
More no-others.
Even more no-others.
* * * *
Intelligencia.
More intelligencia.
Even more intelligencia.
* * * *
Aristocracy.
More aristocracy.
Even more aristocracy.
* * * *
Plutocracy.
More plutocracy.
Even more plutocracy.
* * * *
Oligarchy.
More oligarchy.
Even more oligarchy.
* * * *
Tyranny.
More tyranny.
Even more tyranny.
* * * *
Bourgeois.
More bourgeois.
Even more bourgeois.
* * * *
Proletariat.
More proletariat.
Even more proletariat.
* * * *
Deplorables.
More deplorables.
Even more deplorables.
* * * *
Legalisms.
More legalisms.
Even more legalisms.
* * * *
Number-crunchers.
More number-crunchers.
Even more number-crunchers.
* * * *
Politicians.
More politicians.
Even more politicians.
* * * *
Lawyers.
More lawyers.
Even more legalists.
* * * *
Bureaucrats.
More bureaucrats.
Even more bureaucrats.
* * * *
Technocrats.
More technocrats.
Even more technocrats.
* * * *
Political intrigue.
More political intrigue.
Even more political intrigue.
* * * *
Philosophical babble.
More philosophical babble.
Even more philosophical babble.
* * * *
Lone Ranger.
More Lone Ranger.
Even more Lone Ranger.
* * * *
Pleasure.
More pleasure.
Even more pleasure.
* * * *
Pain.
More pain.
Even more pain.
* * * *
Death.
More death.
Even more death.
* * * *
Killing.
More killing.
Even more killing.
* * * *
Desperation.
More desperation.
Even more desperation.
* * * *
Problems.
More problems.
Even more problems.
* * * *
Solutions.
More solutions.
Even more solutions.
* * * *
Answers.
More answers.
Even more answers.
* * * *
Questions.
More questions.
Even more questions.
* * * *
Punctuation.
More punctuation.
Even more punctuation.
* * * *
Words.
More words.
Even more words.
* * * *
Food.
More food.
Even more food.
* * * *
Sustenance.
More sustenance.
Even more sustenance.
* * * *
Pathos.
More pathos.
Even more pathos.
* * * *
Anguish.
More anguish.
Even more anguish.
* * * *
Tragedy.
More tragedy.
Even more tragedy.
* * * *
Joy.
More joy.
Even more joy.
* * * *
Sorrow.
More sorrow.
Even more sorrow.
* * * *
Misery.
More misery.
Even more misery.
* * * *
Grief.
More grief.
Even more grief.
* * * *
Drugs.
More drugs.
Even more drugs.
* * * *
Sickness.
More sickness.
Even more sickness.
* * * *
Technology.
More technology.
Even more technology.
* * * *
Engineering.
More engineering.
Even more engineering.
* * * *
Science.
More science.
Even more science.
* * * *
Buzz.
More buzz.
Even more buzz.
* * * *
Noise.
More noise.
Even more noise.
* * * *
Knowledge.
More knowledge.
Even more knowledge.
* * * *
Plagiarism.
More plagiarism.
Even more plagiarism.
* * * *
Civility.
More civility.
Even more civility.
* * * *
Vulgarity.
More vulgarity.
Even more vulgarity.
* * * *
Boorishness.
More boorishness.
Even more boorishness.
* * * *
Incivility.
More incivility.
Even more incivility.
* * * *
Coarseness.
More coarseness.
Even more coarseness.
* * * *
Bullying.
More bullying.
Even more bullying.
* * * *
War.
More war.
Even more war.
* * * *
Revolution.
More revolution.
Even more revolution.
* * * *
Unrest.
More unrest.
Even more unrest.
* * * *
Strife.
More strife.
Even more strife.
* * * *
Hunger.
More hunger.
Even more hunger.
* * * *
Hoitytoityville.
More hoitytoityville.
Even more hoitytoityville.
* * * *
Craving.
More craving.
Even more craving.
* * * *
Contentment.
More contentment.
Even more contentment.
* * * *
Planet of the Apes.
More Planet of the Apes.
Even More Planet of the Apes.
* * * *
Something happened.
More something happened.
Even more something happened.
* * * *
Serenity.
More serenity.
Even more serenity.
* * * *
Eclectic.
More eclectic.
Even more eclectic.
* * * *
Mystery.
More mystery.
Even more mystery.
* * * *
Birth.
More birth.
Even more birth.
* * * *
Paths to glory.
More paths to glory.
Even more paths to glory.
* * * *
Whining.
More whining.
Even more whining.
* * * *
Pap.
More pap.
Even more pap.
* * * *
Space cadet.
More space cadet.
Even more space cadet.
* * * *
Being.
More being.
Even more being.
* * * *
Becoming.
More becoming.
Even more becoming.
* * * *
Thinking.
More thinking.
Even more thinking.
* * * *
Quietude.
More quietude.
Even more quietude.
* * * *
Desire.
More desire.
Even more desire.
* * * *
Fear.
More fear.
Even more fear.
* * * *
Dread.
More dread.
Even more dread.
* * * *
Abyss.
More abyss.
Even more abyss.
* * * *
Serendipity.
More serendipity.
Even more serendipity.
* * * *
Illusion.
More illusion.
Even more illusion.
* * * *
Non sequitur.
More non sequitur.
Even more non sequitur.
* * * *
Endorphins.
More endorphins.
Even more endorphins.
* * * *
More.
More more.
Even more more.
* * * *
Soma.
More soma.
Even more soma.
* * * *
Babbleon.
More babbleon.
Even more babbleon.
* * * *
Twitteron.
More twitteron.
Even more twitteron.
* * * *
Dittoheads.
More dittoheads.
Even more dittoheads.
* * * *
Twitterheads.
More twitterheads.
Even more twitterheads.
* * * *
So it goes.
More so it goes.
Even more so it goes.
* * * *
Food for words.
More food for words.
Even more food for words.
* * * *
Ineffable.
More ineffable
Even more ineffable.
* * * *
Trees falling.
More trees falling.
Even more trees falling.
* * * *
No-mind.
More no-mind.
Even more no-mind.
* * * *
Mindless perception.
More mindless perception.
Even more mindless perception.
* * * *
Wisdom.
More wisdom.
Even more wisdom.
* * * *
Foolishness.
More foolishness.
Even more foolishness.
* * * *
Weariness.
More weariness.
Even more weariness.
* * * *
Game face.
More game face.
Even more game face.
* * * *
Practice.
More practice.
Even more practice.
* * * *
Quackery.
More quackery.
Even more quackery.
* * * *
Bittersweet.
More bittersweet.
Even more bittersweet.
* * * *
Caring.
More caring.
Even more caring.
* * * *
Non-Caring.
More non-caring.
Even more non-caring.
* * * *
Sweet.
More sweet.
Even more sweet.
* * * *
Bitter.
More bitter.
Even more bitter.
* * * *
Sour.
More sour.
Even more sour.
* * * *
Smorgasbord.
More smorgasbord.
Even more smorgasbord.
* * * *
Consumption.
More consumption.
Even more consumption.
* * * *
Parochial.
More parochial.
Even more parochial.
* * * *
Cosmopolitan.
More cosmopolitan.
Even more cosmopolitan.
* * * *
Cruelty.
More cruelty.
Even more cruelty.
* * * *
Kindness.
More kindness.
Even more kindness.
* * * *
Nothing.
More nothing.
Even more nothing.
* * * *
Something.
More something.
Even more something.
* * * *
Meditation.
More meditation.
Even more meditation.
* * * *
Contemplation.
More contemplation.
Even more contemplation.
* * * *
Existence.
More existence.
Even more existence.
* * * *
Creation.
More creation.
Even more creation.
* * * *
Void.
More void.
Even more void.
* * * *
Nil.
More nil.
Even more nil.
* * * *
Naught.
More naught.
Even more naught.
* * * *
Brazen.
More brazen.
Even more brazen.
* * * *
Gold.
More gold.
Even more gold.
* * * *
Real gold.
More real gold.
Even more real gold.
* * * *
False gold.
More false gold.
Even more false gold.
* * * *
Scorn.
More scorn.
Even more scorn.
* * * *
Desolation.
More desolation.
Even more desolation.
* * * *
Things.
More things.
Even more things.
* * * *
Sounds.
More sounds.
Even more sounds.
* * * *
Sights.
More sights.
Even more sights.
* * * *
Flavors.
More flavors.
Even more flavors.
* * * *
Tastes.
More tastes.
Even more tastes.
* * * *
Smells.
More smells.
Even more smells.
* * * *
People.
More people.
Even more people.
* * * *
Nada.
More nada.
Even more nada.
* * * *
Mindful.
More mindful.
Even more mindful.
* * * *
Mindless.
More mindless.
Even more mindless.
* * * *
Wordplay.
More wordplay.
Even more wordplay.
* * * *
Numbers.
More numbers.
Even more numbers.
* * * *
Symbols.
More symbols.
Even more symbols.
* * * *
Images.
More images.
Even more images.
* * * *
Colors.
More colors.
Even more colors.
* * * *
Shades of gray.
More shades of gray.
Even more shades of gray.
* * * *
Forms.
More forms.
Even more forms.
* * * *
Formless.
More formless.
Even more formless.
* * * *
Art.
More art.
Even more art.
* * * *
History.
More history.
Even more history.
* * * *
Ivory tower.
More ivory tower.
Even more ivory tower.
* * * *
Creativity.
More creativity.
Even more creativity.
* * * *
Preservation.
More preservation.
Even more preservation.
* * * *
Destruction.
More destruction.
Even more destruction.
* * * *
Anthropological events.
More anthropological events.
Even more anthropological events.
* * * *
Crapola.
More crapola.
Even more crapola.
* * * *
Yoke.
More yoke.
Even more yoke.
* * * *
Conversations.
More conversations.
Even more conversations.
* * * *
Habit.
More habit.
Even more habit.
* * * *
Rut.
More rut.
Even more rut.
* * * *
Patterns.
More patterns.
Even more patterns.
* * * *
Human bullshit.
More human bullshit.
Even more human bullshit.
* * * *
Human babble.
More human babble.
Even more human babble.
* * * *
Definitions.
More definitions.
Even more definitions.
* * * *
Grace.
More grace.
Even more grace.
* * * *
Perfection.
More perfection.
Even more perfection.
* * * *
Quantum consumption.
More quantum consumption.
Even more quantum consumption.
* * * *
Futility.
More futility.
Even more futility.
* * * *
Whodunit.
More whodunit.
Even more whodunit.
* * * *
Beeps.
More beeps.
Even more beeps.
* * * *
Gorging.
More gorging.
Even more gorging.
* * * *
Herd games.
More herd games.
Even more herd games.
* * * *
Berserko.
More berserko.
Even More berserko.
* * * *
Calamity.
More calamity.
Even more calamity.
* * * *
Hobbies.
More hobbies.
Even more hobbies.
* * * *
Whatchamacallits.
More whatchamacallits.
Even more whatchamacallits.
* * * *
Wallahoo.
More wallahoo.
Even more wallahoo.
* * * *
Human chatter.
More human chatter.
Even more human chatter.
* * * *
Digestion.
More digestion.
Even more digestion.
* * * *
Indigestion.
More indigestion.
Even more indigestion.
* * * *
Lies.
More lies.
Even more lies.
* * * *
Extinction.
More extinction.
Even more extinction.
* * * *
Migration.
More migration.
Even more migration.
* * * *
Yabba-dabba-doo!
More yabba-dabba-doo!
Even more yabba-dabba-doo!
* * * *
Cleverness.
More cleverness.
Even more cleverness.
* * * *
Doubt.
More doubt.
Even more doubt.
* * * *
Quibbling.
More quibbling.
Even more quibbling.
* * * *
Contrarianism.
More contrarianism.
Even more contrarianism.
* * * *
Eternity.
More eternity.
Even more eternity.
* * * *
Indivisibility.
More indivisibility.
Even more indivisibility.
* * * *
Silly as it is.
More silly as it is.
Even more silly as it is.
* * * *
Never mind.
More never mind.
Even more never mind.
* * * *
Wandering on empty.
More wandering on empty.
Even more wandering on empty.
* * * *
Obviousness.
More obviousness.
Even more obviousness.
* * * *
Translation.
More translation.
Even more translation.
* * * *
Virtue.
More virtue.
Even more virtue.
* * * *
Excellence.
More excellence.
Even more excellence.
* * * *
Areté.
More areté.
Even more areté.
* * * *
Possibilities.
More possibilities.
Even more possibilities.
* * * *
Similarities.
More similarities.
Even more similarities.
* * * *
Differences.
More differences.
Even more differences.
* * * *
Edifices.
More edifices.
Even more edifices.
* * * *
Corruption.
More corruption.
Even more corruption.
* * * *
Charades.
More charades.
Even more charades.
* * * *
Bonkers.
More bonkers.
Even more bonkers.
* * * *
Trivial pursuit
More trivial pursuit.
Even more trivial pursuit.
* * * *
Wankers.
More wankers.
Even more wankers.
* * * *
Pedal to the metal.
More pedal to the metal.
Even more pedal to the metal.
* * * *
Aphrodisiac.
More aphrodisiac.
Even more aphrodisiac.
* * * *
Compromise.
More compromise.
Even more compromise.
* * * *
Half-baked.
More half-baked.
Even more half-baked.
* * * *
Indifference.
More indifference.
Even more indifference.
* * * *
Like.
More like.
Even more like.
* * * *
Dislike.
More dislike.
Even more dislike.
* * * *
Values.
More values.
Even more values.
* * * *
Quality.
More quality.
Even more quality.
* * * *
Shapes.
More shapes.
Even more shapes.
* * * *
Calculations.
More calculations.
Even more calculations.
* * * *
Manipulations.
More manipulations.
Even more manipulations.
* * * *
Truths.
More truths.
Even more truths.
* * * *
Order.
More order.
Even more order.
* * * *
Formlessness.
More formlessness.
Even more formlessness.
* * * *
Awareness.
More awareness.
Even more awareness.
* * * *
Small talk.
More small talk.
Even more small talk.
* * * *
Idle chatter
More idle chatter.
Even more idle chatter.
* * * *
Great thoughts.
More great thoughts.
Even more great thoughts.
* * * *
Quackery.
More quackery.
Even more quackery.
* * * *
Dangerous toys.
More dangerous toys.
Even more dangerous toys.
* * * *
Samsara.
More samsara.
Even more samsara.
* * * *
Smoke.
More smoke.
Even more smoke.
* * * *
Soundless.
More soundless.
Even more soundless.
* * * *
Other.
More other.
Even more other.
* * * *
Bullshit.
More bullshit.
Even more bullshit.
* * * *
Smoke and mirrors.
More smoke and mirrors.
Even more smoke and mirrors.
* * * *
Middlemen.
More middlemen.
Even more middlemen.