The Vague Perceptions of Existence
Any given life is filled with so many adventures, so many misadventures,
All vague perceptions that never happened the way they are remembered.
Explore and Discern
No one can teach you what is true.
You must explore it alone, discern it alone.
Awareness is all, and timelessly awaits your presence.
The Nothing More-Less-But of Imagination
There are indeed many classes, many grades, many calibers, of imagination,
But all are nonetheless imagination, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Whose Hand is Better Suited?
Why wait for the Fates to decide your end by some other foul hand?
Whose hand is better suited for your own departure than your own?
Going to Be v. What They Might Do
Rather than asking children what they are going to be when they grow up,
Would it not be more accurate to ask them what they think they might do?
All Things Imaginable
Time is a creation of the human mind.
The timeless moment is all there is.
All meaning and purpose is illusion.
Only the mind moves the clock’s hands.
Only the mind travels the calendar’s pages.
Only the mind measures all things imaginable.
Only the mind imagines its world, its universe, real.
What Need for Dogma?
Espousing any religion only proves again and again,
How far humankind has drifted from its origin.
What need does nature have for dogma?
One Exit
If there is an original sin, a dubious concept from the get-go,
It is the choiceless happenstance, the cosmic spin of the quantum roulette wheel, of being born.
You did not ask to be here; you are not required to stay here.
There is only one exit.
The Darwinian Purity
The natural world operates at a level of Darwinian purity,
That the human species long ago stopped giving exclusive attention.
A garden still very much present, to which only the relative few discern access.
The Drivel of Meaning and Purpose
All religion, all spirituality, all philosophy, is nothing more than the drivel,
That individuals and groups incessantly drone on and on and on about,
To give their tawdry existence meaning and purpose where there is none.
Massive pillars of hooey-balooey absurdity to occupy otherwise empty minds.
Already Forgotten
Chances are you are already all but forgotten by most everybody,
You have ever called lover, friend, acquaintance, stranger, or foe.
Naught But Imagination
Imagination is the creator of everything.
The cosmic universe, the world,
All things sentient, all things inanimate,
All cultures, all languages, all deities, all dogmas,
All histories, all sciences, all mathematics, all music, all art,
All industries, all technologies, all measurements, all space, all time.
Every illusion, every vanity, every everything, under any and every given sun.
All nothing more than imagination.
One Anchorage v. Many
In the ever-evolving human paradigm,
With its thus-far ever-snowballing population,
And seemingly interminable propensity for tool-making,
There has been a steady shift from generalization to specialization,
From individuals being competent in several different fields or activities,
With a broad array of knowledge and ability on a variety of subjects, useful or not,
To one where industry and expertise are ever divvied up for efficiency’s exalted objectives.
The specialist narrows down his worldview to fulfill his work, his calling, his genius.
The generalist, the jack-of-all-trades, sails many oceans, wanders many ports,
Witnessing and appreciating the talents of those tied to one anchorage.
Buddhism v. Buddhahood
Buddhism can be shared, taught, practiced,
But Buddhahood, that is altogether another matter.
Something no mind bound to time can grasp.
The Muddle of Genetic Heritage
Large brain, imagination, sense of self,
Opposable thumbs, arms, legs, larynx, lungs, cooling system,
Ever Grappling
There is no God, only awareness.
All deities are the imaginary creations of human consciousness,
Ever grappling with the unknowable.
The Unleashed Eye
The inner eye of awareness witnesses indivisibly.
Allow consciousness to wander willy-nilly,
And the illusion gyrates into the anarchy and absurdity,
Of every variety of narcissism and hedonism, vanity and avarice,
And the seemingly countless irrevocable, often harsh judgments, they inspire.
A Divisive Stew
Political persuasions are formed in the black and white versus gray of the given wiring.
Spawned by nature, given wind by nurture, they play out in every way across the board.
‘Tis the double-double-toil-and-trouble of opposing dynamics cooking the stew divisive.
The No-Mind Walkabout
The agonies and ecstasies of the human epoch are beyond counting,
And the tranquil mind has little to offer in the way of repair,
But to meander about with impassive steadfastness,
Giving it no mind as time and mood allow.
The Nature of Old Age
What is old age, but another day of counting one’s wealth,
And aches and pains and woes, and all the world’s travails?
Nature’s Immaculate Nature
Chances are if you scratch deeply enough,
There will be a rational explanation for everything.
The immaculate nature of Nature is incapable of anything else.
The Watchtower of Science
Science is the never-ending exploration of nature in all its grandeur.
Any conclusion that is not open to question sullies its primary directive.
Despite the fact that existence is an illusion, that it is naught but a dream,
Science offers the most reliable, accurate watchtower, imagination can offer.
The Carrots and Sticks of Religion
The heavens and hells of all religions across all times and geographies,
Are nothing more than carrot and stick manipulation,
Of ignorance in all its susceptibility.
What is History?
What is history?
My story, your story, his story. her story, their story, our story, the story.
All nothing more than imagination larking about in each and every mind.
What a Mystery!
The quantum cosmos within.
The quantum cosmos without.
All the same, what a mystery.
The Absurdity of Duality
Positing a god or gods, a creation, a cosmos, a mystery,
That does not include the You that You truly are,
Is absurd beyond all notions of absurdity.
The Fiction of History
History has never existed as more than a fiction of imagination.
It is but a shadow given reality in the vanity of human consciousness,
Ever since its evolutionary ascension in the primal jungles long before time.
A Mirage in the Ethereal Abyss
Awareness is the ethereal abyss
In which quantum earth, quantum water, quantum fire, quantum wind,
Play out the mirage of life in all its forms.
Nature: Creator, Destroyer
Nature, whether you love it or hate it or ignore it, is always there,
Timelessly creating and destroying your world, your cosmos, and you.
Why Pretend?
Why pretend, why make-believe, why fantasize, why feign, you know,
Who-what-where-when-why-how all this is happening,
When you do not, when you cannot.
It is a mystery.
Leave it, weave it, at that.
The Contrails of Imagination
So much suffering, and for what, really,
But the unwavering mirages of vanity and avarice,
The delusions of narcissism and hedonism,
The contrails of imaginary notion.
To Which Are You Predisposed?
There is the rational response.
There is the passionate response.
To which are you predisposed?
The Domestication! The Domestication!
No matter how wild you are, if you are hungry, cold, lonely, weak, sick;
You will likely capitulate, you will likely tame yourself, to a giving hand.
The Nature of Every Culture
Every culture has a history, every culture has a narrative.
Every culture makes every conceivable-feasible effort,
To manipulate the future into its enduring likeness.
Lighten Up! Lighten Up!
Take a good inward look at how seriously you take yourself and your world.
It is not at all unlikely you need to both figuratively and literally lighten up.
Awareness v. Imagination
You cannot distinguish this awareness, you cannot be this awareness,
If/when you are attached to anything born of imagination.
It is a very timeless realization of the sentience,
That permeates the all and none.
The Genesis of Choice
There are no teachers, no coaches, no masters.
It is You who chooses to school yourself.
It is You who chooses to learn, or not to learn.
It is You who chooses to study, to observe, to realize.
It is You who chooses to put together an imaginary cosmos.
It is You who creates the frame of reference in which you will abide.
An Imaginary Prison
You are in an imaginary prison of your own making,
Until you clearly perceive the relativity of consciousness,
And the absoluteness of the awareness through which it wanders.
Carrots and Sticks
Many if not all, do not easily tolerate things with which they disagree,
Or do things for which they have little disposition.
Ergo, carrots and sticks.
Imperfection in a Sea of Perfection
You are as perfect as quantum’s indivisible mystery,
And as imperfect as humankind’s divisible mundane.
The Endpoint
The endpoint of the philosophical quest,
Is the realization that there is no meaning and purpose,
Other than what the moment offers, other than what the moment calls for.
It is the futile therapy of fools seeking a greater that is not.
The Secular Notions of Imagination
Detach the timeless awareness from the time-bound mind-body consciousness,
And who are You, what are You, where are You, why are You, how are You?
The you, the world, the universe, are but secular notions born of imagination.
Imagination’s Evolutionary Context
All sense of self is but imaginary notion born of an evolutionary context.
Awareness, ever-present, without frames or boundaries, is the only reality.
The Decline! The Decline!
Growing old so often becomes more about decrying declining health,
And reminiscing the wonders of that youthful vigor,
Than anything deemed present.
In the Ever-Present Awareness
In the ever-present awareness:
Who is the me, the myself, the I?
What is the me, the myself, the I?
Where is the me, the myself, the I?
When is the me, the myself, the I?
Why is the me, the myself, the I?
How is the me, the myself, the I?
Best Not Be Too Attached
Best not be too attached to that finite body-mind.
It is ever-changing and eventually falls away,
No matter what You do to keep it going.
Discerning the Timeless Insecurity
The challenge is renouncing the sorrow of consciousness, for the quietude of awareness.
In transcending attachment to the mundane-secular-time-bound world,
For the timeless insecurity of immaculate awareness.
The Blueprint Seed
The mind-body is the result of a seed, a blueprint, ever-changing since life’s creation.
The You that you really are, the You that you really are not,
Has never been what You think.
The Golden Rule is All You Need
Matters of conscience generally so vary with circumstance,
That it may well be more than rarely worth giving great credence.
The karmic undertone of the Golden Rule is surely enough:
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Mindfulness is the path to a serene existence.
On Being Open to Change
Never hesitate to change the way you habitually do something.
Amazing how often a different approach, a different strategy, a different tactic,
Can be for the better, or at least confirm the one in play.
A Common Fabrication
Every culture that has ever existed has had its deities and demons,
All nothing more than the fabrications of imagination,
None more-or-less real than any other.
History’s Invention
History is the invention of whatever mind deems rumored events worth remembering,
And wielding the narrative it discerns, into an amalgamation that never really happened.
The Mind-Body Identity
The identity you pretend, is only as capable of functioning,
As the given mind-body, the awareness you truly are, inhabits.
Of Beginning and End, Causes and Effects
It is the essence of the one and only spaceless-timeless moment,
That the beginnings of all ends, are the ends of all beginnings.
That all causes become all effects, and all effects become all causes.
That what is called reality is but an ever-kaleidoscoping sensory illusion.
Life, Awareness, Consciousness, Imagination
You are the mystery come unto life.
You are the mystery come unto awareness.
You are the mystery come unto consciousness.
You are the mystery come unto imagination.
Filling the Abyss
There you so many narcissistic, hedonistic moments are,
Still trying to fill the abyss, still trying to become something.
Things that imagination can never more than pretend to achieve.
Negating the Concoctions
Negation is simply clearly realizing the awareness that You actually are,
Is none of the many concoctions of imagination born of mind,
And letting them all go, and becoming very, very still.
A Fiction of Imagination
The ephemeral dream of consciousness is without tangibility,
Without meaning or purpose, without beginning or conclusion.
Any given existence is nothing more than a fiction of imagination.
This Singular Moment
You did not exist a moment ago, nor will you a moment hence.
This singular moment is the one and only timeless, indivisible now.
Every Moment Appearing and Disappearing
Rest easy in the forebrain, where all dreaming appears and disappears, each-and-every moment.
Where, from nothingness, imagination weaves its reverie of space and time,
In the thunder and lightning of the neuron trails.
A Witness to the Mystery
You appear but a speck of the cosmos,
Yet without You to witness it, it would not, could not be.
It is an inexplicable, indivisible, quantum mystery born of imagination,
In which observer and observed are interminably intertwined,
In the all-pervading, unborn-undying awareness,
Prior to all plays of consciousness.
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Chances are once you sell something, or give it away, or throw it away,
That you rarely, at best, ever think upon it again.
Out of sight, out of mind.
The Spectrum of Human Vanity
What is human existence but a spectrum of love and hate,
With an array of different shades of like and dislike between.
The Compensation of Existence
What is it, persuades such longing for a lengthy existence full of pain and suffering,
When so many monotonous and marginal and pitiless moments are the compensation?
What is ecstasy but the absence of the myriad agonies the mind-body so easily bestows?
Inventions of the Imaginary Mind
Language, mathematics, music, are all inventions of the imaginary mind born of illusion.
They sashay through eternity’s ether like the smoke of all things earth, water, air, fire.
They persevere for only as long as imagination maintains its holographic universe.
Why is Heaven on Earth Not Enough?
How is it that the eternal moment is not enough for you?
How is it that you always want more than heaven can offer?
Of the Oligarchy, by the Oligarchy, for the Oligarchy
In any of history’s free-for-alls for democracy,
When has government of the people, by the people, for the people,
Really ever not been government of the oligarchy, by the oligarchy, for the oligarchy?
What Need for Identity?
What is this need to delineate an identity?
Words cannot even begin to approach the sovereignty,
Of the eternal awareness You every moment truly are, and are not.
The Ascetic Life
The more you know, the more you must forget.
The more you possess, the more you must discard.
The ascetic life is inclined to simplicity and freedom.
The Limits of an Analog Creation
How can that which is a temporal fabrication of analog creation,
Ever fully comprehend, fully surrender, to that timelessness which is prior?
A maddening and pointless exercise, to which only fools are drawn.
Standing Alone, Standing Sovereign
What is sanity, what is insanity,
But all the standards of any given culture,
Asserting this or that, is or is not acceptable behavior.
Standing alone, standing sovereign, is not for the meek of spirit.
The Transcendent Awareness
Through all agonies, through all ecstasies,
The awareness is ever the same.
It chooses no sides, it chooses no modes.
All states of consciousness are equally transcended.
The Unimaginable Self
For the awareness, that is the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent witness, to stand alone,
The consciousness of imagined little self, must surrender to the stillness which is absolute.
An Ocean of All
How can You, who are the unborn-undying awareness,
Not be the witness within and without every seed ever born,
Across the vast ever and ever of all quantum creation?
Not a string of separate lives, but an ocean of all.
Always the Same
No matter how many ways,
You add or subtract or multiply or divide or whatever the moment,
It is always the same.
You Are Source, Source Is You
Awareness, consciousness, perception, memory, imagination, are one in the same, the same in one.
The cosmos is nothing more than the happenchance of quantum selection since the mystery’s origin.
To suppose some separate creator creating it all, is to misconstrue the fact that it is all very much You.
Not a point to be taken in some proud, vainglorious, narcissistic way, but one to be discerned,
As the way it truly is, the way it has always truly been, the way will ever truly be.
You are source, source is You, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
The Given Moment
The given second, the given minute, the given hour,
The given day, the given week, the given month, the given year,
The given decade, the given century, the given millennium, the given epoch,
All played out in the same awareness of the same given moment.
The Dilemma of Stuff
The dilemma of stuff is how much time and effort and resources it can take
To purchase it, use it, maintain it, clean it, dust it, repair it, organize it, store it,
Protect it, insure it, use it, sell it, give it away, throw it away, and whatever else it.
Generally enjoyable for a time, but sooner or later something of an albatross.
The Narratives of Time
There is no history, only historians.
There is no translation, only translators.
There are no Christs, there are no Buddhas,
Only middlemen and followers and circus tents.
Of Ethics in Warfare
Ethics in warfare is rooted in complete and utter absurdity.
If you are steadfastly resolved on annihilating an individual or group,
Why should-could-would it possibly matter how you do it?
Dead is dead, no matter the ways and means.
The Limitations of Speculation
Knowledge is perception recalling.
All futures are but hollow speculation.
Speculation does not count as knowledge.
It utilizes knowledge to predict possibilities,
But can never transcend its veiled nature.
The Hallowed Fact
To say it is all You, is not some vain reckoning, but a most hallowed fact,
To which only the most discerning, the most immaculate minds, are privy.
Dreams Are Dreams Are Dreams
Waking dreams, sleeping dreams, what difference, really?
Both are fictions of consciousness, of imagination,
Of minds born of illusory quantum play.
The Idolatry of Imaginary Notion
Any god or gods born of imaginary notion are false, meaningless idols,
Whose chief function is to feed the narcissism of the individual,
And the collective in which the individual participates.
Creator, Preserver, Destroyer
The ever-changing eternal moment.
Sometimes it creates, sometimes it preserves, sometimes it destroys.
There is no knowing what will come next.
The Ebb and Flow
A good day is washed away by the next.
A bad day is washed away by a good one.
Ebbing and flowing, always ebbing, flowing.
The Bene Gesserit Playbook
How many women are only interested in a man’s youthful wildness,
For as long as it takes to reign him in for their own domestic purpose?
The Pigeonhole Persona
How many people pigeonhole everyone and everything,
Rather than view it all as freshly as the moment allows?
The Original Moment
Are you sure what you think happened, actually happened?
And then are you sure what actually happened, actually happened?
What story, what narrative, what description, what account, what chronicle,
Can ever be as real, can ever be as true, as the original moment?
The Only Real Meaning and Purpose
The drive of life to sustain itself is the only real meaning and purpose.
Without it, nothing: zero, nil, zilch, void, extinction, annihilation, oblivion.
The Illusion of Continuity
Every moment is in quantum reality entirely unrelated to any other,
But through the time-bound dream of consciousness.
All continuity is but imaginary notion.
No Creator, No Destroyer
There is no creator, only creating; there is no destroyer, only destroying.
And they are both one in the same each and every never-changing moment.
When the Harvest Comes
The Witness manifests many different ways.
Try not to get caught up in the greater or lesser game.
None of it will matter when the Reaper shows up for the harvest.
Yet Another Unhinged Mind
Yet another mind grossly unhinged by industry, technology,
And all the other wayward contrivances born of the human mind.
Questioning Identity
Who is the identity?
What is the identity?
Where is the identity?
When is the identity?
Why is the identity?
How is the identity?
The Imaginary Reality
It is imagination that clings to all its imaginary notions.
Reality is ever-changing in its ever-same, indivisible way.
The Last Story
The last human …will it be a man? A woman? A boy? A girl?
Who will it be? What will happen? Where will it happen?
When will it happen? Why will it happen? How will it happen?
What will be the last story of the final spark of human consciousness.
The God Bundle
God, as so many dualistic creeds of these modern times would have it,
Is Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and the Great Pumpkin,
All bundled up nice-and-tidy-and-a-tad-more-than-all-perfect into one Judge Judy.
Where the Wheel Hits the Road
What happened a moment ago, what will happen a moment hence,
Is not the wheel that is hitting the road right now.
And only imagination clings.
Quite Another Matter
Every seed is a one-time adventure.
The deep-rooted, unborn-undying, timeless awareness,
That witnesses the given sensory theater, is, however, quite another matter.
New Beginning, New Ending
Each and every moment is a new beginning, a new ending.
Why believe, why imagine, you can ever hold on to anything?
Shades of Lipstick
What is all philosophy but different shades of lipstick on the same mystery.
For each and every observer who might ponder it deeply, it is equally new.
There is But One Moment
… there is but one moment …
… this moment …
… is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment … is the same as this moment …
… is the same as this moment …
… the one and only eternal reality …
… whatever the theater …
As Real and True as It Gets
Every life form is the same quantum mystery, the same awareness, indivisibly alone,
Each peering out into a completely unique, completely sovereign creation.
If you are questing an omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent God,
That grand vision of totality, which also includes You,
Is as real and true as it can ever get.
Connecting Dots
Did something happen for a reason? Or did something just happen to happen?
Fallacies are mistaken beliefs, especially ones based on unsound argument,
Piecing together things to give meaning and purpose where none exist.
Mind is good at connecting dots, but often into great absurdities.
Try Not to Believe
You are indelible awareness.
Try not to believe what you see.
Try not to believe what you hear.
Try not to believe what you taste.
Try not to believe what you smell.
Try not to believe what you feel.
And most of all …
Try not to believe what you think.
Every Dream, Its Own First and Last
We are all first and last in our own little dream.
Every window of time offers its own articulation.
None are greater or lesser, despite all assertions.
The Gradations of Vanity
From family to tribal bands to the greatest civilizations,
What has any cultural grouping ever been,
But ideas born of vanity.
The Habituation of Meaning
All values, all standards, all morals, all ethics, all ideals, all principles, all tenets, all beliefs,
Are subjective, arbitrary, fallacious, sentimental, distorted, idiosyncratic,
Skewed, prejudiced, colored, slanted, biased, personal.
Meaningful only to minds conditioned, habituated to believe them.
Where is the Knowledge in Oblivion?
Existence becomes a preoccupation, an obligation, a predictable routine,
A commitment to enduring endless rounds of monotony and suffering,
Between relatively brief respites of what is considered exiting or pleasurable,
To what end only death (perhaps) knows, if knowledge is at all important in oblivion.
Clinging to the Ever-Changing
It is imagination that clings to all its imaginary notions,
Founded upon the sensory-mind quantum matrix.
Reality is ever-changing in its ever-same way.
A Center Stage Rendition
Neither up nor down, right nor left, forward nor backward,
Nor any other symmetrical or asymmetrical orientation, either.
You are the one and only center stage awareness peering out,
Into your rendition of the sensory-mind quantum theater.
With and Without
What would the cosmos be like without You?
What would You be like without the cosmos?
Destined to Continue
The human experience is remarkably painful, yet we endure,
And continue breeding, so that the future will get its due, as well.
The Moment That Cannot Be Imagined
Take an hour, split it in half.
Take that half and divide it in half,
And then half that half into yet another half,
And half and half and half, again and again and again,
Until there is but the half-est half that half can consciously be,
And that splinter will still be more half than the one and only twinkling,
In which all time born of the human mind imagines its measured passing to be.
The Truth of Aging
What are all old sickly folks doing but just hanging on and on and on,
Taking up space, breathing and imbibing, and otherwise devouring,
The future’s air and water, and other ways and means au naturel.
Conspiracies? Or Mission Statements?
Every group has its raison d'etre.
Group actions are less about conspiracy,
Than they are mission statements set in motion.
What Makes You So Sure?
Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you?
When are you?
Why are you?
How are you?
And …
Who-what-where-when-why-how,
Makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?
Just How Sure Can You Be?
Who are you? What are you? Where are you? When are you? Why are you? How are you?
And who-what-where-when-why-how, makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?
Everyone, Everything, as Indivisible as You
Glance over at the weary old woman sitting very alone at the thieving slot machine three stools away;
Chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette, downing as many gin and tonics as the waitress will allow.
Though she does not even begin to fathom it, she is just as much the indivisible mystery as you.
So do not get all pride-filled and judgmental, believing you are special for discerning the obvious.
The Aloofness of Self
Become a stranger to the mind-body that the timeless awareness you truly are inhabits.
Be as aloof toward your passing dream of consciousness as you would be to any other’s.
And God Sighed, “Meh”
And lo, the magical garden of the seven days was no more.
Torn asunder, covered by asphalt, cement, glass, and plastic, it had lost its way,
Forever scarred by the mind of man evolved of the garden so long ago.
And though blades of grass labored through the many cracks,
God gazed down and forlornly sighed, “Meh.”
The Self-Absorption of Passion
What is to feel happy for? What is to feel sorrow about? What is to feel angry at?
What is any passion but the self-absorption of desire and rage and fervor,
A dream that is not real, has never been real, will never be real.
All Centerstage in Their Own Dream
I am centerstage in my dream, you center stage in yours.
What is to be done but play on however the mystery calls.
Nothing Less, Nothing More, Nothing But
Awareness, you are, you are.
The eternal, ever-present moment.
Nothing less, nothing more, nothing but.
Questions of a Thousand Dreams
Who is the who?
What is the what?
Where is the where?
When is the when?
Why is the why?
How is the how?
Sun Tzu 101
Sun Tzu said, “The art of war recognizes nine varieties of ground.”
1) Dispersive Ground:
When a chieftain is fighting in his own territory, it is dispersive ground.
2) Facile Ground:
When he has penetrated into hostile territory, but to no great distance, it is facile ground.
3) Contentious Ground:
Ground the possession of which imports great advantage to either side, is contentious ground.
4) Open Ground:
Ground on which each side has liberty of movement is open ground.
5) Ground of Intersecting Highways:
Ground which forms the key to three contiguous states,
so that he who occupies it first has most of the Empire at his command,
is a ground of intersecting highways.
6) Serious Ground:
When an army has penetrated into the heart of a hostile country,
leaving a number of fortified cities in its rear, it is serious ground.
7) Difficult Ground:
Mountain forests, rugged steeps, marshes and fens,
all country that is hard to traverse, this is difficult ground.
8) Hemmed-In Ground:
Ground which is reached through narrow gorges,
and from which we can only retire by tortuous paths,
so that a small number of the enemy would suffice to crush a large body of our men,
this is hemmed in ground.
9) Desperate Ground:
Ground on which we can only be saved from destruction
by fighting without delay, is desperate ground.
Always be aware of the ground on which you stand,
The ground through which you pass,
The ground through which you intend to stand or pass,
The ground in which you have stood, or through which you have passed,
And the quantum nature of which all are equally fashioned,
Ever-indivisible beneath your indivisible feet.
Unsolvable Mystery, Ceaseless Speculations
Cultures across every time and geography have always added imagery and idolatry
– gratuitous, frivolous, meaningless usurpations, ever born of imagination –
To their ceaseless speculations regarding this unsolvable mystery,
All of which are utterly pointless when it comes to the quest for truth.
An Eye for an I
Who is I?
What is I?
Where is I?
When is I?
Why is I?
How is I?
All Alone, Centerstage
All are alone, centerstage in their universe,
And all others are but ever-kaleidoscoping reflections,
Born of the sensory theater that nature-nurture hath wrought.
The Seven C’s of Effective Communication
Always a sound and rational idea to hold fast with the Seven C’s of effective communication:
Clarity
Ensure your message is easy to understand and leaves no room for ambiguity.
Use clear and concise language, avoiding jargon or technical terms
that your audience may not understand.
Conciseness
Get straight to the point and avoid unnecessary words or information.
A concise message is more likely to be retained and acted upon.
Correctness
Ensure your message is accurate, factual, and free of errors.
Double-check your figures, facts, and grammar before sending or delivering your message.
Completeness
Include all necessary information to ensure the recipient has a full understanding of the message.
Consider your audience's perspective and provide relevant details.
Concreteness
Support your message with specific details, examples, or illustrations.
Avoid abstract or generalized statements.
Consideration
Show respect for your audience's time, knowledge, and emotions.
Be mindful of their feelings and perspectives.
Courtesy
Be polite and respectful in your communication.
Use appropriate language and tone, and be mindful of non-verbal cues.
This Ever-Present Moment
There is only awareness.
There is only this one ever-present moment in which awareness is.
You are the awareness, you are the moment.
There is no other.
Only Ignorance Imagines Knowing
Awareness equally, spacelessly, timelessly, indivisibly, permeates all dimensions,
In the one-and-only everlasting, ever-present moment, as the mystery ordains.
What minds perceive is a cosmos, is an ever-mutating theater of quantum design.
How it came to this or that, how it continues on, only ignorance imagines knowing.
Here You Are
This is the one and only here, the one and only now,
The one and only awareness, the one and only moment.
Here you are right here, right now.
Here you are right here, right now.
Here you are right here, right now.
Here you are right here, right now.
Here you are right here, right now.
Here you are …
The Destiny of Speculation
No, not that.
And not that, either.
And throw out that one, too.
Such is the destiny of all speculation.
Nothing to Feed
Always wanting it to be what it can never be, has no need to be.
How can you be so gluttonous, when there is truly nothing to feed?
The So Hard of It
Hard to start, hard to continue, hard to finish,
Hard to not wish you could do it all over again.
The Impossible Questions
Who? Who cares anyway?
What? What does it matter?
Where? Where do you think?
When? When do you please?
Why? Why does it matter?
How? How do you know?
Why Would Awareness Ever Care?
Why would what others think of you, why would what you think of yourself,
Ever matter at all to the awareness you truly are, have ever been, will ever be?
What Is There to Transcend?
What is there to achieve, what is there to transcend,
When the moment from which awareness peers,
Is every figment you could ever yearn to be.
What Point All the Speculations?
So many speculations, absolutely none any more or less true than any other.
What point all the delusions, pretending to know what can never be known?
Damn the Torpedoes
All sorts of things that make a life weave and bob.
No rewind button, so tally ho, damn the torpedoes.
Complete and Utter Indifference
The pain and suffering of mortal existence, is insurmountable,
But through the complete and utter indifference of pure awareness.
Just Another Story
Spin that narrative however you will, it is just a story.
Imagined, fabricated, temporal, bounded,
Destined to be forgotten.
Oh Where, Oh Where
Where does the universe go when you close your eyes?
What is the universe doing behind the back of your head?
Not blinking, or turning around, will not provide the answer.
Not All That Different
That man you slayed, was not so different than you.
He had a mother, he had a father, he had sisters, he had brothers.
He had girlfriends, wives, children, grandmothers, grandfathers, aunts, uncles.
He had friends, acquaintances, partners, co-workers, adversaries.
The only difference was he belonged to a different tribe.
A difference your tribe would not tolerate.
The Detachment of Awareness
Pain and suffering are aided and abetted by imagination’s flight in the illusory winds of time and space.
To be still in the awareness that is the source, is to detach from the mind-body and the cosmos it creates.
The Final Plague
All the plagues, geographies throughout time have witnessed,
Are Mother Nature’s resolute attempts to put an end to her two-legged creation.
Perhaps, one of these fine daze, if we do not beat her to the punch, she will finally get it right.
Why So Serious?
Would you ever be as concerned,
What any other creature thought of you,
As you are some stranger, passing on a sidewalk?
Agape Love
Self-interest is the underlying context for all human interaction.
Love is bullshit unless one truly transcends into the agape rendition.
A Dubious Assumption
How can you be sure it was not your nature-nurture conditioning,
The patterned interplay of your genetic inheritance and other biological factors,
And the countless influences of external factors after conception,
That tacked you left, not right, or right, not left?
Free will is a dubious assumption.
The Dearth of Wisdom
The dearth of wise and trustworthy leadership in this our modern world,
Is not going to get any better any time ever in the human paradigm.
Any and all revolutions will only replace what is with the same.
The little folk who might yearn for more are on their own.
Power and fame and fortune do not tend to seduce the selfless.
So it goes, too bad, so sorry, oh well, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Forgive Your Self
If you sincerely regret something you did or did not do,
It probably means you would do it differently,
Or at least attempt to do it differently,
Were there a rewind button.
Meanwhile, try to forgive yourself.
The Questions of Attachment
Who is attached to who?
What is attached to what?
Where is attached to where?
When is attached to when?
Why is attached to why?
How is attached to how?
In Every Breath, the Cosmos
Each and every moment takes up a mighty big swath,
When you ponder the breadth and depth,
Of the cosmos it contains.
Who Thinks Who?
Who sees who?
Who tastes who?
Who smells who?
Who hears who?
Who feels who?
Who thinks who?
The Time Traveler
You have been a time traveler ever since the body was conceived,
And will return to oblivion, obscurity, nothingness, void, nada, when it perishes.
Such is the nature of the dreamtime for all the sentient creatures in which You timelessly abide.
Evolutionary Happenstance
The human paradigm is an outcome of memory cells created through evolutionary happenstance,
Through natural selection, in such a way as to conjure up an imaginary self,
And the rest is the make-believe we call history.
The Real History
History changes every time a page is added or torn out.
History is unchanged even when a page is added or torn out.
Everyone a Storyteller
No matter that it be alleged fact or fantastical fiction, all thinkers, all writers, all actors,
All historians, all scientists, all mathematicians, all engineers, all electricians,
All architects, all carpenters, all chefs, all tailors, all cobblers,
All inventors, all producers, all originators,
All creators of every variety, every scope, are storytellers.
From the Get-Go
The entire human paradigm has never been about free will.
It was ordained, predetermined, destined, fated,
Genetically sequenced, from the get-go.
The Story of Toll Booths
Someone creates a story.
Someone else believes it true.
Someone else builds a toll booth.
Such is the Dream of Time
You have been a time traveler ever since you were conceived,
And will come to a complete standstill when you depart.
Such is the dream of time for all sentient creatures.
All the Pain, All the Suffering
How can there ever be a health care system that can keep up,
With all the pain and suffering this manifest world sustains?
The Hypocrisy of Conquest
One tribe or another rapes and pillages and destroys the garden and neighborhood,
And then gets all out of sorts and twisted up, when nature and the neighbors strike back.
The Inevitability of Decline
Any given system tends to eventually grow too large, too unwieldy, too stale,
And is usurped by more adaptable systems, not yet bound by the inevitable constraints.
It is the nature of the manifest garden, the manifest universe, since its creation.
The Irrationality of Trivial Pursuit
The mystery is an endless source of knowledge and nonsense.
How rational is it to endlessly fill you head with so much of it?
The Impossibility of Awareness
It is impossible for awareness to exist.
It is but timeless witness to a kaleidoscoping quantum dream,
Over which it has no control, no say, whatsoever.
The Old Monkey’s-Fist-In-The-Coconut Narrative
The indelible voraciousness of humanoid consciousness,
Traps the genomic paradigm in an endless vortex,
Of every conceivable narcissism, of every achievable hedonism.
The same old monkey’s-fist-in-the-coconut narrative, played out forever again.
When It Began
From non-living matter to organic compounds to slimy blobs to crawlers to tree-swingers,
When the two-legged genome became the human beings we today play, is anybody’s guess.
No Denying It
One of the first things to admit to yourself every morning,
Is that you are absolutely bonkers, just like everyone else.
The Dream in a Nutshell
Awareness is witness.
Imagination, the dreamer.
Quantum, the theater.
The Build-Up-Tear-Down Game
Is there anything the willy-nilly mob savors more,
Than setting their champions and idols on golden pedestals,
And then righteously wrenching them down at the slightest provocation.
The Tyranny! The Tyranny!
The tyranny that desire and fear, power and fame and fortune,
Have over the human mind, is an unending theater of absurdity.
Always! Always! Always!
You are what you have always been, will always be.
You have always been what you will always be, always are,
You will always be what you are, have always been.
Mesmerized by Illusion
So hypnotized by our genomic patterning and cultural conditioning,
That we cannot simply discern, simply transcend,
All the imagined differences.
The Dominions of Imagination
The moment is timeless.
It harbors no beginnings, no endings, nor anything before or between or after.
Those are the dominions of imagination.
The Great Challenge
To be as still as the awareness that perceives it all,
To be free of all desire and fear, all musings, all conclusions, all speculations,
All the weavings of the ever-kaleidoscoping senses,
That is the challenge.
All the Same Moment
Some universes are very large
Some universes are very small.
All universes begin the same.
All universes end the same.
All the same moment.
What Does the Mystery Care?
Infinite or infinitesimal, what does the mystery care?
Spiritual or agnostic, what does the mystery care?
Clean or dirty, what does the mystery care?
Live or die, what does the mystery care?
Wealthy or poor, what does the mystery care?
Alive or dead, what does the mystery care?
Believer or atheist, what does the mystery care?
Subtle or blatant, what does the mystery care?
Kind or cruel, what does the mystery care?
Sane or insane, what does the mystery care?
Straight or gay, what does the mystery care?
Sage or fool, what does the mystery care?
Fast or slow, what does the mystery care?
Do or do not, what does the mystery care?
Long or short, what does the mystery care?
Succeed or fail, what does the mystery care?
Love or hate, what does the mystery care?
Still or moving, what does the mystery care?
Real or unreal, what does the mystery care?
Tit or tat, what does the mystery care?
For or against, what does the mystery care?
Up or down, what does the mystery care?
Around or through, what does the mystery care?
Clear or unclear, what does the mystery care?
Fat or thin, what does the mystery care?
Strong or weak, what does the mystery care?
Gratis or priceless, what does the mystery care?
Hard or soft, what does the mystery care?
Give or take, what does the mystery care?
To or from, what does the mystery care?
Wise or foolish, what does the mystery care?
Beautiful or ugly, what does the mystery care?
Big or small, what does the mystery care?
Known or unknown, what does the mystery care?
Fore or aft, what does the mystery care?
Awake or asleep, what does the mystery care?
Heavy or light, what does the mystery care?
Rich or poor, what does the mystery care?
Awake or asleep, what does the mystery care?
True or false, what does the mystery care?
Ecstasy or agony, what does the mystery care?
First or last, what does the mystery care?
Creative or destructive, what does the mystery care?
Full or empty, what does the mystery care?
Sweet or bitter, what does the mystery care?
Loud or quiet, what does the mystery care?
Straight or rounded, what does the mystery care?
Bright or dim, what does the mystery care?
Well or unwell, what does the mystery care?
Astute or obtuse, what does the mystery care?
Like or unlike, what does the mystery care?
Appealing or revolting, what does the mystery care?
Clear or opaque, what does the mystery care?
Thick or thin, what does the mystery care?
Brave or cowardly, what does the mystery care?
Sweet or sour, what does the mystery care?
Equal or lopsided, what does the mystery care?
King or slave, what does the mystery care?
Queen or whore, what does the mystery care?
Expansive or contractive, what does the mystery care?
Soft or harsh, what does the mystery care?
Young or old, what does the mystery care?
Male or female, what does the mystery care?
Honest or dishonest, what does the mystery care?
Wild or tame, what does the mystery care?
Early or late, what does the mystery care?
Pure or foul, what does the mystery care?
Cautious or reckless, what does the mystery care?
Hit or miss, what does the mystery care?
Lead or follow, what does the mystery care?
High or low, what does the mystery care?
Naive or cynical, what does the mystery care?
Truth or lie, what does the mystery care?
Deep or shallow, what does the mystery care?
Open or closed, what does the mystery care?
Rational or absurd, what does the mystery care?
Near or far, what does the mystery care?
Singular or dual, what does the mystery care?
In or out, what does the mystery care?
Free or imprisoned, what does the mystery care?
Yes or no, what does the mystery care?
Attached or detached, what does the mystery care?
Course or fine, what does the mystery care?
All or none, what does the mystery care?
Shiny or dull, what does the mystery care?
Smart or stupid, what does the mystery care?
Tall or short, what does the mystery care?
Forward or backward, what does the mystery care?
Before or after, what does the mystery care?
Selfless or selfish, what does the mystery care?
One or two, what does the mystery care?
Within or without, what does the mystery care?
Yay or nay, what does the mystery care?
Close or distant, what does the mystery care?
Normal or weird, what does the mystery care?
Wet or dry, what does the mystery care?
Hot or cold, what does the mystery care?
Constant or fickle, what does the mystery care?
Positive or negative, what does the mystery care?
Happy or sad, what does the mystery care?
Fair or unfair, what does the mystery care?
Over or under, what does the mystery care?
Similar or different, what does the mystery care?
Loose or tight, what does the mystery care?
Plus or minus, what does the mystery care?
Above or below, what does the mystery care?
Inside or outside, what does the mystery care?
Simple or complex, what does the mystery care?
Black or white, what does the mystery care?
Smooth or coarse, what does the mystery care?
Wide or narrow, what does the mystery care?
Gentle or cruel, what does the mystery care?
Humble or vain, what does the mystery care?
On or off, what does the mystery care?
Here or there, what does the mystery care?
Have or have not, what does the mystery care?
Sharp or dull, what does the mystery care?
Good or bad, what does the mystery care?
Right or wrong, what does the mystery care?
Everything or nothing, what does the mystery care?
Something or nothing, what does the mystery care?
White or black, what does the mystery care?
Light or dark, what does the mystery care?
This or that, what does the mystery care?
When a Wave Strikes
A wave is coming toward you.
Dive into it.
Flow with it.
Let it slam you.
Your choice.
To Care, or Not to Care
Who is the I, who cares, or cares not?
What is the I, what cares, or cares not?
Where is the I, where cares, or cares not?
When is the I, when cares, or cares not?
Why is the I, why cares, or cares not?
How is the I, how cares, or cares not?
All Duality is Imaginary
The only duality, the only dichotomy, with all its blacks and whites,
Nears and fars, larges and smalls, heres and theres, rights and wrongs, loves and hates,
Pluses and minuses, goods and evils, creations and destructions,
Is fabricated entirely of imagination.
A Theater of Unmitigated Absurdity
Plug five senses – sight, sound, smell, taste, touch –
Into a neurotransmitter capable of higher consciousness,
Capable of imagining a sense of self journeying time and space.
Add memory, larynx, opposable thumbs, two legs, lungs, cooling system,
And an inherent predisposition for tool-making and intricate social interactions.
Sprinkle into that biological stew a few dashes of desire and fear,
And, poof, a theater of unmitigated absurdity.
In Every Mind, Both Lock and Key
Pain and suffering have a way of drawing one’s attention,
More easily, more readily, than pleasure and joy.
Within each mind, both lock and key.
Are You Sure?
Are you sure you really want to open that door?
Are you sure you really want to close that door?
What Choice Between Heaven and Hell?
Hell is surely much more interesting, much more entertaining, much more pleasurable,
Than playing a golden harp, at the feet of some deity, in an ethereal paradise, could ever be.
To Know God
If you want to call anything God, it would be awareness.
That which is kinetic or potential, in all things, in all times.
Nectar of the Gods, or Hollow Ideal?
Forgiveness, innocence, compassion, contentment, truth.
Be they the nectar of the gods, or merely hollow ideals?
Suffer No Idols
There is only awareness, immaculate and ingenuous, indivisible and absolute.
It is not Brahman, nor Tao, nor God, nor Allah, nor Jehovah, nor Zeus, nor Jesus, nor Buddha,
Nor any other graven image on high, born of consciousness, manmade or otherwise.
A Wee Slice
Every creature plays a sensory universe.
Every creature taps into a wee slice of the quantum pie.
An itsy-bitsy sliver of the web of life sponsored by the electromagnetic spectrum.
Finite is finite, no matter the perspective.
Be Wary of All Propaganda
Be exceedingly wary of those who truly believe their own propaganda.
Regarding your own self-deceptions, your own fallacies,
Do your best to keep them to a minimum.
Nothing
There is nothing more.
Nothing to achieve.
Nothing to grasp.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to be.
All but a dream.
Thespians, All
We are all thespians upon the quantum stage.
Most believing their parts real and true.
Some more believable than others,
But all dreams, nonetheless.
Only in Pure Awareness
Only in pure awareness, free of all pasts, free of all futures,
All movement of the clouds of consciousness,
Are you free in the dreamtime.
All Questions Answered
So, that is who.
So, that is what.
So, that is where.
So, that is when.
So, that is why.
So, that is how.
The Advent of Knowledge
The articulation, the formulation, of anything,
Is always many steps beyond the moment, to even bother trying,
But the mind is ever absorbed in the endeavor,
And calls it knowing.
Pay Attention, You Might Live Longer
You do not need technology to tell you which way the wind blows,
Or that it is hot or cold or humid or raining or snowing,
Or whatever else Mother Nature has in store.
Pay attention, you might live longer.
Why Pretend?
Why bother pretending to know what can never be known?
Only delusion and greed assert anything beyond comprehension.
Another Day Underway
Peering out through the quantum mind,
At a shard of the electromagnetic spectrum,
Another day in the quantum mystery underway.
The Timeless Moment
You are the timeless moment between life and death,
Reverie and oblivion, known and unknown, dust and dust.
Beyond Box Thinking
If you are one that endeavors to think outside your box,
The box gradually grows bigger and bigger and bigger,
Until perchance one indivisible day, no edges remain.
Awareness is Indifferent to All Attributes
Only imagination desires and fears, likes and loves and hates, creates and preserves and destroys.
Only imagination wallows in pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, and sloth.
Only imagination determines all things separate and unequal.
Awareness is indifferent to all attributes.
No Time Like the Present
Awareness has no time to create or preserve or destroy,
Live or die, give or take, stay or go, happy or sad, love or hate, good or bad,
Right or wrong, smart or stupid, kind or cruel, rich or poor,
Sage or fool, black or white, this or that.
Duality is not its purview.
Of Timelessness and Namelessness
That which can be perceived is not the timeless quantum.
That which can be named is not the nameless awareness.
The Delusions of Fictions
The me-myself-and-I is a delusion born of imagination.
It but a fictional player in the timeless eye of awareness.
The Obscurity of the Agnostic
Better to be agnostic, better to allow all the befores, all the afters,
To melt back into the obscurity in which they have always resided.
All the Same Moment
This moment leads to the next …
Leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next …
Leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next … leads to the next …
All the same moment, ever present, ever now, ever eternal.
The Pain and Suffering of Dreamtime
Amazing how much pain and suffering we all put up with in this sensory-mind inspired,
Three-dimensional, touchy-feely, extremely finite, extremely illusory, ever-kaleidoscoping,
Tangibly intangible, ethereal, electromagnetic spectrum quantum matrix of a dreamtime.
Ever the Same Modern Times
Past modern times, current modern times, future modern times,
All transpire, all unfold, all kaleidoscope, in the same timeless now.
The Nothingness in Every Breath
Breathe in nothing, breath out nothing.
Repeat, until the last unborn-undying moment,
Consciousness is capable of sustaining.
Reside in the Serenity
Reside in the timeless, effortless, indivisible serenity,
Of the mystery you are, have ever been, will ever be.
The Truth of Sin
The cosmic garden is an indivisibly immaculate creation.
Imagination is the creator of original sin, the last sin,
And all the incalculable ones betwixt and between.
The Haven in Every Moment
The ephemeral moment offers haven to neither joy nor sorrow.
That is the dominion of the temporal mind imagining all things so.
The Wheel of Perpetual Delusion
The three vanities – power, fame, fortune – are the ways and means of greed,
And greed, of pride, and pride of an indefatigable capacity for perpetual delusion.
The Attraction to Distraction
You are attached to anything tangible or intangible,
That distracts you from the pure beingness of awareness,
Anything that draws you into the endless web of consciousness.
The Greatest Freedom
What serenity to let go all the wanting, all the dread,
To inhale and exhale without concern, without doubt.
To see it all, and want it not, is the greatest freedom.
An Expression of Nature
Have you really ever seen anything but expressions of nature?
Have you really ever been anything but an expression of nature?
Awareness is Awareness
Awareness is awareness.
What is to intellectualize?
What is to mythologize?
What is to dogmatize?
What is to illuminate?
What is to symbolize?
What is to systemize?
What is to idolatrize?
What is to translate?
What is to elucidate?
What is to canonize?
What is to ritualize?
What is to worship?
What is to convert?
What is to believe?
What is to imagine?
What is to venerate?
What is to persuade?
What is to interpret?
What is to formalize?
What is to evangelize?
What is to proselytize?
What is to propagandize?
What is to institutionalize?
What is to traditionalize?
What is to anything?
Of Purpose and Meaning
… There must be a purpose … It was meant to be …
What do those stale fallacies mean, anyway?
Here you are, right here, right now.
What need for it to be more than that?
So Many! So Many!
So many victories, so many losses, so many delights, so many regrets.
So many friends, so many acquaintances, so many antagonists.
So many memories of this and that, and that and this.
The mind can be heaven, the mind can be hell,
And all the purgatories weaving the gray between.
Carbs In, Carbs Out
Consuming only what your metabolism requires is the challenge.
Carbs in, carbs out; far easier not to gain it, than it is to lose it.
A Dubious Assumption
Forever is a function of time,
And given that time does not actually exist,
Is therefore of questionable meaning.
A dubious assumption, indeed.
What Imagination Hath Wrought
What creature has not been the transcendent timeless serenity its entire existence?
Only the human species has fabricated a hellish enterprise of this magical garden world.
The gods and demons it has mythologized, are but the vanity of imagination’s divisive nature.
The Truest Church
Attend the moment, in this right-here-right now.
That is the church, 24/7/365, for the rest of mind.
Take Nothing for Granted
Sometimes you look at things one way, sometimes another.
Irony and paradox take nothing, leave nothing, for granted.
The Helter-Skelter of Illusion
Helter-skeltering, in the to and fro, of the ebb and flow,
Until perchance you get back to where you started from.
The Quantum Paradox
Sight and sound and taste and smell and touch,
Are but the Darwinian alchemy of the sensory mind-body,
Inexplicably founded upon the emptiness of the quantum paradox.
Nobody Teaches Anyone Anything
Nobody has ever taught you anything.
You may have gleaned something spoken or written,
But it was you who had to study it, learn it, practice it, until it stuck.
Through the Reflecting Glass
Observer, seer, visionary, soothsayer, oracle, prophet, prognosticator,
Diviner, fortune teller, augur, crystal gazer, clairvoyant,
Psychic, medium, sibyl, forecaster, scientist.
All witnesses to the same mystery of their own persuasion.
The Rise and Fall of Everything
No doubt a fair-to-middling portion of the world is always churning away,
On every ways and means to bring any Rome’s little production to its knees.
The Actuality of All Creation
That you are co-creator, co-creating, is not an ego thing.
It is an actuality thing, every moment, of every existence.
Of Strategies and Tactics
Damning the torpedoes, burning the bridges and boats,
Going for broke, running the gauntlet, throwing caution to the wind,
Are generally extreme, no-other-option tactics; only rarely safe ‘n sound strategies.
The Truth of Philosophical Prattle
Truth is so much simpler, so much more austere, than all the multiple-syllable wordplay,
That I and others of the same ilk so methodically, so legalistically use,
In our relatively pointless philosophical prattle.
Of the Solitary Meander
Many if not most are fully absorbed in their own existential adventure,
And make little time to deeply ponder the large and small of it in any meaningful way.
The solitary meander of the philosopher is very alonely ground.
And does it matter? Not one whit.
The Difference Between Science and Superstition
The origin of any scientific experiment is chock-full of speculative possibilities.
The difference between it and superstition, is every attempt to weed out the fallacies.
No Need for Aliens or Deities
This garden world is plenty capable of fashioning anything,
The physics of the quantum mystery might allow,
Without the aid of aliens or deities.
Illusion and Delusion
From nothingness, awareness.
From awareness, quantum.
From quantum, chemistry.
From chemistry, biology.
From biology, medium.
From medium, consciousness,
From consciousness, imagination.
From imagination, Me and Myself and I.
From Me and Myself and I, illusion and delusion.
From Birth to Death
We are born alone, we exist alone, we die alone.
Nothing to assert, nothing to emote, nothing to avoid.
Of the Quantum Tempest
Every other moment of your relatively brief existence,
No matter the quantum tempest whooshing around and about,
Has always been very much steeped in the same awareness as this one.
What Point Judgment?
What is the point of anyone judging any another?
All sensory mind-bodies experience very different worlds, very different universes,
That cannot be altered in any way, in any shape, in any form.
Be and allow … are the highest law.
The Fate of Stagnation
Any individual, any group, any organization, any nation state,
That does not revitalize its dynamic, is destined to decline and fall.
The Truth of Oblivion
When all is said and done, all is said and done.
When all is come and gone, all is come and gone.
Oblivion is the natural state of all befores, all afters.
The Awareness in All Dreams
Awareness is the clarity, the simplicity, the transparency, the eternity,
In which the thunder and lightning of consciousness,
Equally plays any and all dreams.
The Same in All Things
The same awareness is in all life,
It is neither mine nor yours nor theirs.
It is without attachment to any configuration,
And equally plays any and all dreams.
The Reality of Nothing
Nothing to get.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to be.
The Indivisible Reality
There is just this one indelible, indivisible reality,
So easily forgotten in any given moment:
That all are You, and You are all.
Simple to utter; challenging to every instant realize.
How quickly the distractible mind can misplace any coherent insight,
In the murky fog, the mucky bog, the gummy quagmire, of the everyday divisive grind.
Of Fallacious Proclamations
How is it all the folks who so convincingly proclaim their presence,
Are never able to offer verifiable scientific proof of all their deities and aliens,
Much less anything more than folklore about how they came to exist in the first place.
The Convenience of Wage Slavery
The convenient thing about the wage slaves of this modern world,
Is that the overseers no longer have to house and clothe and feed them.
Rationalizing the Mystery
All gods and other mythological creations are un-provable assumptions,
Born of the inexplicable human need to rationalize their inexplicability.
The Speculations of Imagination
Regarding the infinity of the mystery into which we have been cast,
No one can ever know more than the speculations of imagination allow.
Some Unanswerable Questions
Who is the universe you cannot see?
What is the universe you cannot see?
Where is the universe you cannot see?
When is the universe you cannot see?
Why is the universe you cannot see?
How is the universe you cannot see?
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Who is the universe you cannot hear?
What is the universe you cannot hear?
Where is the universe you cannot hear?
When is the universe you cannot hear?
Why is the universe you cannot hear?
How is the universe you cannot hear?
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Who is the universe you cannot taste?
What is the universe you cannot taste?
Where is the universe you cannot taste?
When is the universe you cannot taste?
Why is the universe you cannot taste?
How is the universe you cannot taste?
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Who is the universe you cannot smell?
What is the universe you cannot smell?
Where is the universe you cannot smell?
When is the universe you cannot smell?
Why is the universe you cannot smell?
How is the universe you cannot smell?
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Who is the universe you cannot touch?
What is the universe you cannot touch?
Where is the universe you cannot touch?
When is the universe you cannot touch?
Why is the universe you cannot touch?
How is the universe you cannot touch?
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Who is the universe you cannot know?
What is the universe you cannot know?
Where is the universe you cannot know?
When is the universe you cannot know?
Why is the universe you cannot know?
How is the universe you cannot know?
Some Unanswerable Questions Remixed
Who is the universe you cannot see?
Who is the universe you cannot hear?
Who is the universe you cannot taste?
Who is the universe you cannot smell?
Who is the universe you cannot touch?
Who is the universe you cannot know?
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What is the universe you cannot see?
What is the universe you cannot hear?
What is the universe you cannot taste?
What is the universe you cannot smell?
What is the universe you cannot touch?
What is the universe you cannot know?
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Where is the universe you cannot see?
Where is the universe you cannot hear?
Where is the universe you cannot taste?
Where is the universe you cannot smell?
Where is the universe you cannot touch?
Where is the universe you cannot know?
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When is the universe you cannot see?
When is the universe you cannot hear?
When is the universe you cannot taste?
When is the universe you cannot smell?
When is the universe you cannot touch?
When is the universe you cannot know?
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Why is the universe you cannot see?
Why is the universe you cannot hear?
Why is the universe you cannot taste?
Why is the universe you cannot smell?
Why is the universe you cannot touch?
Why is the universe you cannot know?
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How is the universe you cannot see?
How is the universe you cannot hear?
How is the universe you cannot taste?
How is the universe you cannot smell?
How is the universe you cannot touch?
How is the universe you cannot know?
Always the Same
It is the same today,
As it was yesterday,
As it will be tomorrow.
All You, No Matter Anything
No matter the time, no matter the space,
No matter the form, no matter the formless,
It is all You, and You alone, indivisible, eternal.
The End to Doubt
In the Bhagavad Gita, in Lord Krishna’s discourse with the warrior, Arjuna,
He states the manifest aspect consists of eight material energies:
Earth, water, fire, air, ether, mind, intellect, and ego.
And that the higher nature is the life force,
That permeates all things and sustains the Cosmos.
This two-fold nature is the womb of all beings and things.
It is the source of all Creation, and that into which it dissolves.
That there is nothing higher than the Self that clearly discerns this,
That “All That Is” hangs upon this Self like “pearls threaded on string.”
And that those few who absolutely, without doubt, see this, become That I Am.
The One and Only Instant
There has never been even one instant in all eternity,
When you are not the unborn-undying changeless nature.
All perceptions, all dichotomies, are but imaginary constructs.
You the Unborn Indivisible
There has never been even one instant when you are not the unborn indivisible nature.
All perceptions, all causes, all effects, all dichotomies, are but imaginary constructions.
No Matter Anything
No matter the dice-and-slice of the quantum electromagnetic spectrum being occupied,
No matter the manifestation, no matter the sensory theater,
No matter the dimension,
No matter any dichotomy, any contrast, any gulf, whatsoever,
The awareness peering out, the mystery peering out, the You peering out, is ever eternally the same.
A Spaceless, Timeless Beginning
Imagine yourself back to the moment you were conceived,
And re-examine, re-witness, from that spaceless, timeless beginning,
The womb, the world, the cosmos, you have in time traveled, in time created.
That Which Cannot Be Taught
Truth is not something that can be taught, nor can it be learned.
It is about fully attending the moment; not the triviality of memory.
The Great What Is
The great what is, is so prior to and well beyond any mind-made human concoction,
That vanity can never achieve anything more than all but meaningless confabulation.
The Nothingness of Quantum Play
Observing, contemplating, the imaginary expanses of the mind’s kaleidoscoping theater,
All seen, all heard, all tasted, all smelled, all touched, all anything,
Is the nothingness of quantum play.