Leftovers
2023
Awareness is the one and only You, the everything within all,
And it has no attachment to any shape, to any existence, whatsoever.
Its indivisible omnipresence-omniscience-omnipotence permeates all totality.
It is the unborn-undying, imbuing all dimensions, all illusions, cultivated by sentience.
If you are to realize the truth of that which eternity is, it must include everything, including You.
There is no need for deities, no need for souls, no need for angels, no need for saints, no need for demons,
No need for belief, no need for scripture, no need for dogma, no need for priests, no need for idols,
No need for worship, no need for prayer, no need for superstition, no need for cathedrals,
No need for heavenly ecstasies, no need for purgatories, no need for infernos.
Awareness is witness to all, and You, a sparkle of that eternal now.
All You need do, is be the solitary witness You ever are,
Without the self-imagery chained to form.
Be the ever-present moment.
Be the awareness.
Be the ineffable mystery.
Be the flawless sentience of eternity.
Be the indelible Self of all selves, of all creation.
* * * *
Time is but a concoction of imagination’s perception of gravity’s dustballs,
Angled this way or that, in varying distances from the furnaces of their given stars.
A galactic potion, double-double-toiled-and-troubled-fire-burned-and-cauldron-bubbled.
The natural selection of the mystery playing its Self, by its Self, across its eternal nothingness.
Awareness, in its quantum collider, its laboratory of creation, all outcomes naught but illusory dreams.
And you, that ineffable, intangible, indelible, indivisible, unborn-undying, timeless awareness,
Playing out your little part, in your little dream, all alone, right here, right now, poof.
* * * *
Change is a challenge for minds bent on custom, on belief, on habit, on ritual, on convention, on tradition.
To be free of inward constraints, to be unfettered by limitations of human consciousness,
Is not something for which any oracle will find widespread reception.
Paradigm shifts are not instigated by the multitudes,
And revolutionaries often run afoul of swords, not always their own.
* * * *
We are all extemporaneous players in this Shakespearian mirage.
We all strike the pose, the attitude, the passion, the given twinkling beckons.
The moment none can help but complete in whatever fashion nature-nurture has allotted.
From royal flush to low card, the hand you are dealt, is the one you must play.
Should you choose to stick around, to enjoy and endure it all, that is.
* * * *
Every life form in the six kingdoms is the same indivisible, indelible, timeless quantum matrix mystery.
Every life form in the six kingdoms plays out the nature-nurture of its genetic lottery algorithm.
An archaebacterium plays out its archaebacterium nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
An eubacterium plays out its eubacterium nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
An animalia plays out its animalia nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
A protista plays out its protista nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
A fungi plays out its fungi nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
A plantae plays out its plantae nature-nurture genetic lottery algorithm.
And the inert players – earth, wind, water, fire – the clay of all existence.
Stardust come unto life, stardust born of mystery; natural selection its chisel.
All ever vibrating away simultaneously; all dancing their given places in the sun.
All ever creating, ever preserving, ever destroying; all ever indivisibly unborn-undying.
All ever the same ineffable quantum matrix mystery; all ever the same ineffable eternal moment.
* * * *
You are stardust come unto to life, mystery come unto life, eternity come unto life.
Dial into the timeless moment, and all questions, all answers, will become irrelevant.
* * * *
This mind-body you imagine yours, is a drop of the quantum matrix,
Streaming like a current through the electromagnetic spectrum,
Flowing through lesser masses; stopped by more solid ones.
Physics is physic is physics; there is no breaking the laws.
And what is the ether allowing it all to happen: Awareness.
We drift like clouds passing to and fro in an untouched sky.
A touchy-feely dream; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Space and time are illusions, to which there is no direction.
There is no forward, no backward, no right nor left, no up nor down,
Nor any other bearing that imagination might in sensory perception envision.
The quantum dream is always, right here, right now, kaleidoscoping, no direction known.
And You are the centerstage, You are the awareness, You are the witness,
To the ineffable mystery playing out the given sentience.
All that is, all that is not, every moment.
* * * *
You are already samadhi, ecstasy, bliss.
All you need do, is be still enough to discern it.
We are all that which is called God by many names.
Each of us exploring our own exclusive matrix of creation.
And why do you need to believe in anything concocted by mind?
Is not just being, enough, without all the nonsense born of imagination?
The infinite ocean is an infinity of drops; how could all this be, any other way?
Without the endless splintering, there would be no existence, there would be no witness.
And it is You, who must endure it all, with all your spirit, very much alone, a light unto your Self.
* * * *
It is indeed beyond boggling, to fathom: You are the universe and beyond.
That you are the indivisible, indefinable, unfathomable, indelible, ineffable mystery.
But wrapping your head around it, is as simple as letting go, and wrapping your head around it.
One does not ask for permission to be free; one asserts it, affirms it, champions it, with their entire being.
* * * *
Creation is the moment; destruction, the same;
With a kaleidoscoping of eternity’s moment between.
And creation to one beholder, may be destruction in another’s.
The quantum matrix is an ever-morphing playhouse;
All witnessed by the ineffable awareness,
Through the eyes of sentience.
There is no other.
* * * *
Science is only is what it is, because of all the technologies,
That awareness, through imagination, has created to measure the cosmic illusion.
The dreamtime, that the electromagnetic spectrum – the quantum stardust, the divine dance, the Shiva –
Has spun into sentience upon this pale blue dot, is a sentience capable of exploring its mystery.
As to the question – whether it is intelligent design or naturally-selected happenstance –
Is it really, worth, all the absurdity, all the horror, our kind every moment inflicts,
Upon one another, all our fellow earthlings, and this very pale blue dot?
We are all the same mystery, come unto the dream of existence;
What narcissism to give it more narrative than that.
* * * *
… As real, as it every single moment, every single breath, every single blink, seems …
… Your entire existence – this thing called life – from the cradle to the grave …
… Everything you see and hear and touch and taste and smell and feel …
… Your mind, your body, your world, your cosmos, your dream …
… Is entirely imagined, entirely fictional, entirely illusory …
… Poof! …
* * * *
The ice box door is gaping-wide, the-roar-of-the falls-daily-louder open,
And there is no way closing it – even if we could – is going to undo where it is spinning.
The remainder of human history, however long, however short, is set to reel madly down a harsh road.
* * * *
Imagination has thoroughly conquered this garden dust ball.
And thrashed it into a twisted shadow of its naturally-selected, Darwinian purity.
It is a cancer wreaking havoc upon the host, that cannot forever allow its wayward nature to continue,
If Gaia is to survive and blossom anew, in the grand theater of this grand mystery.
The story’s conclusion will never see its campfire telling.
* * * *
Whoever comes out of the chutes, straightest and strongest and fastest, generally wins the race.
Assuming, of course, they choose to compete at all; instead, find wandering about, the greater draw.
* * * *
Self-imagery can be a huge stumbling block.
How you discern another, how another discerns you,
Depends very much on how your frames of reference interface,
And there is really nada-nada either of you can do about it,
Except perhaps somehow remain in total detachment,
Which works for about thirteen seconds, at best.
* * * *
It is the insatiable ravenousness of the mind, of consciousness, of imagination,
That must be disciplined, be tempered, be controlled, be mastered.
You can pretty much do anything, once and a while.
You cannot do anything all the time.
* * * *
Whether you want to believe it, accept it, or not,
The warriors who madly charged oblivion, were the ones others followed.
They were naturally selected in the jungles of old, and have steered the course of human history.
This can be a bit much for the domesticated, the housebroken, the so-called civilized sort,
Who lounge in laps of luxury, hold their teacups just-so, and prefer their beasts tame.
That it does not abide well with the hunter-gatherer coursing through our veins,
Become daily more and more obvious, as we race toward the precipice.
* * * *
Normal is nothing more than what you are used to.
It is the pattern, the habit, the conditioning,
Through which you view your world.
* * * *
You and that guy in the gutter have a lot more in common than many would care to believe.
There, but for the grace of the happenstance of natural selection, go you, if you are so lucky.
* * * *
You may not have had a choice in being born,
But you can certainly have hand in how it ends,
If the Reaper does not beat you to the punch.
* * * *
You are but a particle,
Wafting to and fro in the sea of mystery.
All of it all the while.
* * * *
This moment has been a window of freedom and affluence,
The masses have never experienced in all human history.
And the zenith of that world is in the rear-view mirror.
Oppression and anarchy will dance a perverse duet,
In the scar-tissue of the world we have set afoot.
* * * *
Seriously, how much software do you need, how many apps do you use, how many games do you play? Virtual reality has its time and place, and is the dominating stimulus in these our times,
But an existence without a relationship with the real virtual reality,
That mystery from which all this has come to be,
Is a dubious existence, indeed.
* * * *
Every ripple, small to large, tenders a consequence; oftentimes several.
And then there are the swells and rogue waves and tsunamis,
Mixing and matching, to the horizon and beyond.
And You, powerless to stave off or evade,
Any racing for your rocky shore.
* * * *
The analogue mind versus the digital mind,
And the disconnected distortion between,
Is wreaking havoc in a future undone.
* * * *
There is absolutely no concoction of consciousness, of imagination, human or otherwise,
That will even for a moment hold fast, in the spaceless, timeless awareness,
Of the ineffable, indivisible, indelible stillness, of eternity.
Quantum illusion is ever quantum illusion;
No matter its hunger for a more,
That has never been, and can never be.
* * * *
Only you know your own story,
And even that is but a vain perception,
Of what may have really happened.
* * * *
Imagination creates time, imagination travels time, imagination is time,
And through it all, imagination make-believes it truly exists forever and a day.
Only in the timeless tranquility of awareness, can it be discerned as the perjury it is.
Nothing the busy-busy mind will ever concoct, will ever fathom what you are, and are not.
To be truly free of all its monkey-mind assertions, the no-mind, the unclenched mind, is the key.
* * * *
Heaven and hell are states of mind.
An angel can wander throughout any hell, untouched.
And a demon would sling a cloud of rancor and discord into any heaven.
* * * *
It is the body, the corporeal container, that dies, not You.
The reality is, we were never born, so dying is highly improbable.
You are the awareness, the right-here-right-now, the mystery, of all eternity.
* * * *
Time and space are an illusion of consciousness.
We only believe we exist because of a sensory mind-body,
Fabricated by the electromagnetic spectrum, a.k.a., quantum matrix.
Meditation long ago intuited it illusion; science has proved,
We are all very much alone in our own twilight zone.
* * * *
Consciousness, cognizance, imagination, memory, mindfulness, insight, intuition,
Can never even hope to be more than a shadow of the awareness,
That is as real as it can ever, will ever, get.
The real and the unreal are a duet of the unknown.
* * * *
To follow, to worship, the vain and mighty; why?
When being your Self, in this very right-here-right-now,
Is the 24/7/365 all-accepting alter of what is, is-ing ever along.
* * * *
To know history, to understand one’s culture, and place in it, is to perhaps be ready for whatever comes.
The historian-anthropologist-philosopher gives the dreamtime a nuanced perspective,
Percolated in a doubting detachment that bends to relativity.
* * * *
Regarding traveling through space and time,
It is tough to wander something that does not exist,
As anything more than an imaginary notion.
All imagination can do is travel itself.
* * * *
Why be concerned whether anyone else is free,
If you, your Self, have not managed to brass-ring it?
It is surely enough, if you alone, have truly let go all claims.
The human paradigm will carry on in its squalor to the bitter end.
No need to wander furrow-browed trying to solve its insoluble dilemma.
* * * *
What else can truth be, need truth be, but awareness its Self, pure and simple and free?
Prior to all priors, within all withins, without all withouts, beyond all beyonds, You are.
* * * *
You have never been real, you will never be real, in any way you think.
There is only pure awareness, it suffers not, be free, die now, to all of it.
* * * *
You may be an extremely complex pattern, but you are a pattern, nonetheless.
Your fated destiny is playing out – ineffably inexplicable as its indivisibility ever is –
As the first moment of creation, spun into being, its magical-mystery matrix of space and time.
* * * *
If there is an omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent, merciful god,
Why would you ever have to pray, to beg, to plead, to hope, for anything?
How would he-she-it not know your every need, your every want?
* * * *
Always curious how our kind build ups or tears down,
The many others who chance through the conditioned awareness.
To illustrate it in agricultural vernacular: we till, we prune, we thin, we grade,
And then enjoy the bounty, the harvest, the fruits, of our industry.
And woe unto those who are not deemed worthy.
* * * *
You would kill someone, simply because they call their idol by a different name than yours?
Seriously?
* * * *
In the infinity of all eyes, there is but one witness.
No need to give it any name or rank, other than You.
* * * *
We are all dancing in every way imaginable, in the same quantum hologram,
The infinite matrix, of the inexplicable source, that has ever been You, awareness.
* * * *
It is a bit less problematic to be generous, to be liberal, to be kind,
When you are not having to make decisions, infused with greed and vanity.
The spreadsheet pinnacles are without mercy for the masses,
Over which they imagine themselves superior.
* * * *
To wander untouched, untroubled, untainted, by the sensory theater,
Is the way of the eternal mind, timelessly witnessing.
As the mind moves, so does the dream.
* * * *
You are first and last, with nothing before or between or after,
If space and time truly existed as more than a quantum dream.
* * * *
What are the number-crunching odds, that once some material possession is in a storage unit,
Or even a closet or drawer or box or bag, that you will ever use it, or ever even think of it, again?
* * * *
Save the world? From Us? Lord, no!
How would that even be at all possible?
And where in God’s moniker, to even begin.
Seriously, is it any marvel, Jesus has not returned?
* * * *
Eternal salvation is about being free of the fell grip of the space-time born of imagination.
The return to nothingness, is the dissolution of all things imagined,
Of all things begetted of consciousness.
* * * *
Might not be the way you would say it,
But in the essence of linguistic aptitude,
Getting the gist, is all that really matters.
* * * *
What is around the next corner, and the next, and the many beyond,
Can be a great surprise to those without the sagacity of anticipation.
* * * *
How many followers would follow their prophets,
If they ran into them unrecognized on any given street?
* * * *
This long and winding work is dedicated,
To the mystics at large, the mystiques en liberté,
For whom Self is all; for whom one is all, and all are one.
* * * *
The intensity of imagination contributes greatly to holding one's breath.
When feeling the tension of any perception, observe how you are breathing, or not.
Oxygen deprivation may be contributing to the plight, to which your mind so readily succumbs.
* * * *
This esoteric work is dedicated to mystics at large;
The mystiques en liberté, for whom Self is all.
* * * *
Not making the world, about you, goes a long way towards not taking things personally.
And not taking things personally, goes a long way towards equanimity of mind and body.
* * * *
We all get a sensory window, oh-so-mortal, to the mystery all equally are.
All tweaked and twisted by the imaginary conviction,
Through which all things are viewed.
* * * *
A period is a stop.
A comma is a pause.
A hyphen is a connector.
A semi-colon is a deviation.
A question mark is an uncertainty.
An exclamation mark is an interruption.
A parenthesis is an enclosure.
A bracket is a cell.
* * * *
How to articulate the tension, the satisfaction, the pleasure,
Any given creator feels, from each stroke, of whatever the brush.
* * * *
To truly be The King of your jungle, cannot be make-believe bravado.
You must be The King, in whatever way it takes, to eliminate all doubt.
For doubt will only bring anarchy, and very likely ensure decline and fall.
* * * *
Science fiction may herald every variety of possibility, but it is not reality.
It takes a great deal of all things technological, not to mention funding and resources,
To duplicate what paper and screen writers, from the comfort of keyboards, so easily imagine.
* * * *
Got it seen.
Got it heard.
Got it smelled
Got it tasted.
Got it felt.
Got it grokked.
* * * *
Awareness neither creates nor destroys.
Awareness neither begins nor ends.
Awareness neither loves nor hates.
Awareness neither praises nor maligns.
Awareness neither enjoys nor dislikes.
Awareness neither celebrates nor broods.
Awareness neither favors nor disfavors.
Awareness neither simplifies nor complicates.
Awareness neither discerns nor neglects.
Awareness neither is nor is not.
Awareness neither supports nor opposes.
Awareness neither validates nor refutes.
Awareness neither admires nor derides.
Awareness neither clarifies nor confuses.
Awareness neither wins nor loses.
Awareness neither catches nor releases.
Awareness neither lightens nor darkens.
Awareness neither lives nor dies.
Awareness neither ascends nor descends.
Awareness neither endures nor succumbs.
Awareness neither preserves nor ends.
Awareness neither stores nor expends.
Awareness neither rescues nor abandons.
Awareness neither does nor undoes.
Awareness neither clears nor blocks.
Awareness neither frees nor imprisons.
Awareness neither saves nor spends.
Awareness neither gains nor loses.
Awareness neither achieves nor fails.
Awareness neither continues nor pauses.
Awareness neither possesses nor lacks.
Awareness neither craves nor dislikes.
Awareness neither respects nor scorns.
Awareness neither unites nor divides.
Awareness neither assists nor hinders.
Awareness neither perceives nor ignores.
Awareness neither solidifies nor evaporates.
Awareness neither strengthens nor weakens.
Awareness neither enables nor prevents.
Awareness neither facilitates nor impedes.
Awareness neither shortens nor lengthens.
Awareness neither appears nor disappears.
Awareness is the unborn-undying; with neither beginning nor end.
* * * *
To go forward or backward,
To go around or through,
To go before or after,
To go good or bad,
To go selfless or selfish,
To go to or from,
To go in or out,
To go within or without,
To go yay or nay,
To go tall or short,
To go close or distant,
To go fore or aft,
To go full or empty,
To go strong or weak,
To go normal or weird,
To go dry or wet,
To go constant or fickle,
To go positive or negative,
To go happy or sad,
To go wise or foolish,
To go bright or dim,
To go deep or shallow,
To go over or under,
To go on or off,
To go loose or tight,
To go for or against,
To go near or far,
To go soft or harsh,
To go naive or cynical,
To go narrow or wide,
To go plus or minus,
To go above or below,
To go up or down,
To go inside or outside,
To go sharp or dull,
To go simple or complex,
To go right or wrong,
To go black or white,
To go this or that,
How artless, the ‘or’ of the middle way.
* * * *
The weight of space.
The weight of time.
The weight of gravity.
The weight of vanity.
The weight of power.
The weight of wealth.
The weight of tribe.
The weight of history.
The weight of tradition.
The weight of dogma.
The weight of fame.
The weight of desire.
The weight of fear.
The weight of dread.
The weight of sorrow.
The weight of pain.
The weight of despair.
The weight of loss.
The weight of gain.
The weight of glut.
The weight of dearth.
The weight of things.
The weight of avarice.
The weight of cruelty.
The weight of kindness.
The weight of selfishness.
The weight of altruism.
The weight of pride.
The weight of covetousness.
The weight of lust.
The weight of anger.
The weight of gluttony.
The weight of envy.
The weight of sloth.
The weight of like.
The weight of dislike.
The weight of hate.
The weight of love.
The weight of strength.
The weight of weakness.
The weight of yes.
The weight of no.
The weight of maybe.
The weight of light
The weight of dark.
The weight of good.
The weight of evil.
The weight of full.
The weight of empty.
The weight of have
The weight of have not.
The weight of all.
The weight of none.
The weight of some.
The weight of body.
The weight of mind.
The weight of life.
The weight of death.
The weight of perception.
The weight of imagination.
Who is the who, who carries it all?
* * * *
Watching the second hand move, watching the minute hand move, watching the hour hand move;
Watching the world turn, watching the clouds in every shape and size race across the sky;
Watching the sun, the moon, the stars, go round and round, every day the same;
Who-what-why-when-where-how, is the witness doing the watching?
Eternity is ever-present for those who have eyes and ears,
To see and hear the mystery, as it frolics in its quantum infinity.
* * * *
Awareness is … right here, right now.
To dub it either infinitesimal or infinite, or anything, actually,
Is to give it a space-time tone that absolutely has no basis in its reality, whatsoever.
Consciousness is but an imaginary wisp of nothingness, wafting through the beyond-expansive expanse.
And humankind playing out its ceaseless dramafest in a pre-determined fashion,
Far grander than the human mind can comprehend,
Lest it doth become it.
* * * *
The moment is mystery; You are mystery.
The moment is eternal; You are eternal.
The moment is immaculate; You are immaculate.
The moment is unborn; You are unborn.
The moment is undying; You are undying.
The moment is indivisible; You are indivisible.
The moment is here; You are here.
The moment is unbounded; You are unbounded.
The moment is silence; You are silence.
The moment is truth; You are truth.
The moment is graceful; You are graceful.
The moment is pure; You are pure.
The moment is unequivocal; You are unequivocal.
The moment is supreme; You are supreme.
The moment is unqualified; You are unqualified.
The moment is perfect; You are perfect.
The moment is nothingness; You are nothingness.
The moment is total; You are total.
The moment is complete; You are complete.
The moment is tabula rasa; You are tabula rasa.
The moment is sentient; You are sentient.
The moment is still; You are still.
The moment is inscrutable; You are inscrutable.
The moment is perpetual; You are perpetual.
The moment is matrix; You are matrix.
The moment is serene; You are serene.
The moment is pervasive; You are pervasive.
The moment is dispassionate; You are dispassionate.
The moment is nonexistent; You are nonexistent.
The moment is uncontrolled; You are uncontrolled.
The moment is boundless; You are boundless.
The moment is unrestrained; You are unrestrained.
The moment is untouched; You are untouched.
The moment is unrefined; You are unrefined.
The moment is limitless; You are limitless.
The moment is indefinable; You are indefinable.
The moment is undone; You are undone.
The moment is extraordinary; You are extraordinary.
The moment is enduring; You are enduring.
The moment is tranquil; You are tranquil.
The moment is unruffled; You are unruffled.
The moment is unworried; You are unworried.
The moment is placid; You are placid.
The moment is composed; You are composed.
The moment is unbounded; You are unbounded.
The moment is unchained; You are unchained.
The moment is opaque; You are opaque.
The moment is vulnerable; You are vulnerable.
The moment is compliant; You are compliant.
The moment is fictional; You are fictional.
The moment is undeniable; You are undeniable.
The moment is pristine; You are pristine.
The moment is forever; You are forever.
The moment is mundane; You are mundane.
The moment is empty; You are empty.
The moment is untarnished; You are untarnished.
The moment is impartial; You are impartial.
The moment is rational; You are rational.
The moment is priceless; You are priceless.
The moment is all; You are all.
The moment is valueless; You are valueless.
The moment is straightforward; You are straightforward.
The moment is obscure; You are obscure.
The moment is worthless; You are worthless.
The moment is anonymous; You are anonymous.
The moment is purposeless; You are purposeless.
The moment is none; You are none.
The moment is unimportant; You are unimportant.
The moment is silent; You are silent.
The moment is nondualistic; You are nondualistic.
The moment is clear; You are clear.
The moment is motionless; You are motionless.
The moment is wasted; You are wasted.
The moment is mindless; You are mindless.
The moment is everlasting; You are everlasting.
The moment is ineffective; You are ineffective.
The moment is vain; You are vain.
The moment is unsuccessful; You are unsuccessful.
The moment is fruitless; You are fruitless.
The moment is futile; You are futile.
The moment is instantaneous; You are instantaneous.
The moment is imaginary; You are imaginary.
The moment is aware; You are aware.
The moment is ineffable; You are ineffable.
The moment is mysterious; You are mysterious.
The moment is inexpressible; You are inexpressible.
The moment is unspeakable; You are unspeakable.
The moment is meaningless; You are meaningless.
The moment is ordinary; You are ordinary.
The moment is engrained; You are engrained.
The moment is imperceptible; You are imperceptible.
The moment is inconsequential; You are inconsequential.
The moment is hollow; You are hollow.
The moment is alone; You are alone.
The moment is minimal; You are minimal.
The moment is impenetrable; You are impenetrable.
The moment is average; You are average.
The moment is unfathomable; You are unfathomable.
The moment is unique; You are unique.
The moment is unicity; You are unicity.
The moment is incessant; You are incessant.
The moment is inconceivable; You are inconceivable.
The moment is unfastened You are unfastened.
The moment is rational; You are rational.
The moment is maximum; You are maximum.
The moment is detached; You are detached.
The moment is unrivaled; You are unrivaled.
The moment is inimitable; You are inimitable.
The moment is incomparable; You are incomparable.
The moment is unbiased; You are unbiased.
The moment is pointless; You are pointless.
The moment is unconcerned; You are unconcerned.
The moment is ceaseless; You are ceaseless.
The moment is impersonal; You are impersonal.
The moment is absurd; You are . absurd
The moment is aloof; You are aloof.
The moment is interminable; You are interminable.
The moment is exquisite; You are exquisite.
The moment is unintelligible; You are unintelligible.
The moment is incomprehensible; You are incomprehensible.
The moment is unreadable; You are unreadable.
The moment is enigmatic; You are enigmatic.
The moment is carefree; You are carefree.
The moment is never-ending; You are never-ending.
The moment is now; You are now.
The moment is innocent; You are innocent.
The moment is singular; You are singular.
The moment is timeless; You are timeless.
The moment is momentary; You are momentary.
The moment is absolute; You are absolute.
The moment is sovereign; You are sovereign.
The moment is omniscient; You are omniscient.
The moment is omnipresent; You are omnipresent.
The moment is omnipotent; You are omnipotent.
The moment is kaleidoscoping; You are kaleidoscoping.
The moment is quantum; You are quantum.
The moment is awareness; You are awareness.
The moment is totality; You are totality.
The moment is life; You are life.
The moment is seamless; You are seamless.
The moment is unconditional; You are unconditional.
The moment is unadulterated; You are unadulterated.
The moment is flawless; You are flawless.
The moment is unspoiled; You are unspoiled.
The moment is entire; You are entire.
The moment is effortless; You are effortless.
The moment is first; You are first.
The moment is oblivion; You are oblivion.
The moment is mindful; You are mindful.
The moment is last; You are last.
The moment is whole; You are whole.
The moment is harmonious; You are harmonious.
The moment is unified; You are unified.
The moment is impeccable; You are impeccable.
The moment is blameless; You are blameless.
The moment is spotless; You are spotless.
The moment is alertness; You are alertness.
The moment is matchless; You are matchless.
The moment is void; You are void.
The moment is stillness; You are stillness.
The moment is extinct; You are extinct.
The moment is obscurity; You are obscurity.
The moment is anonymous; You are anonymous.
The moment is insignificant; You are insignificant.
The moment is null; You are null.
The moment is worthless; You are worthless.
The moment is useless; You are useless.
The moment is unknowable; You are unknowable.
The moment is naught; You are naught.
The moment is nameless; You are nameless.
The moment is undiscoverable; You are undiscoverable.
The moment is immeasurable; You are immeasurable.
The moment is infinite; You are infinite.
The moment is incalculable; You are incalculable.
The moment is inestimable; You are inestimable.
The moment is endless; You are endless.
The moment is simple; You are simple.
The moment is straightforward; You are straightforward.
The moment is natural; You are natural.
The moment is painless; You are painless.
The moment is uncomplicated; You are uncomplicated.
The moment is unforced; You are unforced.
The moment is infinitesimal; You are infinitesimal.
The moment is ever; You are ever.
The moment is untroubled; You are untroubled.
The moment is inexplicable; You are inexplicable.
The moment is unstained; You are unstained.
The moment is peerless; You are peerless.
The moment is indefinable; You are indefinable.
The moment is emptiness; You are emptiness.
The moment is indifferent; You are indifferent.
The moment is ageless; You are ageless.
The moment is irrational; You are irrational.
The moment is immortal; You are immortal.
The moment is way; You are way.
The moment is intrinsic; You are intrinsic.
The moment is intangible You are intangible.
The moment is witness; You are witness.
The moment is indelible; You are indelible.
The moment is solitary; You are solitary.
The moment is free; You are free.
* * * *
You are what you eat, and you shit it, too.
And piddle it, and sweat it, and spit it, and sneeze it,
And cough it, and weep it, and bleed it, and ejaculate it, as well.
How fortunate to finally realize, you are not this cesspool,
And must only bear witness to its sundry travesties,
For what whatever jot the Fates hath deigned.
* * * *
Has your lifetime of philosophizing, in any way,
Transformed the patterning of your terrestrial mind-body?
Not that you have, in any way or shape or form, ever once witnessed.
Destiny is destiny, fate is fate, fortune is fortune, upshot is upshot, kismet is kismet,
No matter how it is chiseled in stone in the sands of time.
All sentience endures it the same.
* * * *
The human paradigm will have to change intelligently,
If any sort of idealized metamorphosis,
Is fated to happen.
It would be a revolution of utterly epic proportion,
Well beyond any imaginary assessment, this present, or any prior, has ever witnessed.
* * * *
… The mystery of the immaculate, flawless, pristine, impeccable, immortally eternal awareness …
… Prior to all priors, within all withins, without all withouts, beyond all beyonds …
… Ineffable, intangible, indelible, indivisible, unborn-undying …
… Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent …
… Spaceless, timeless…
You
* * * *
The awareness sees.
The awareness hears.
The awareness smells.
The awareness tastes.
The awareness feels.
Long gone before mind remembers it.
* * * *
If there is a guiding hand to this mystery, it is the process of natural selection,
Set into motion at the inexplicable, ineffable inception of creation.
The only answer, for those always seeking answers,
Is solitary walks, or staring into space,
Until the mind’s need for answers dissolves.
* * * *
The relatively agreeable thing regarding imagination,
Is that you can do absolutely anything the mind might venture.
Angel on high in the lap of some deity; or demon, as low as low can go.
The mind is the magic carpet time machine, that can meander all creation at will.
Far less bother than the real thing can be; especially when it comes to the harsher fantasies.
That so many must twist and destroy other lives, is the wretched absurdity of this planet of the apes.
* * * *
Neither You, nor anyone else, can help but play out their destined role.
There is nothing to do, but spontaneous extemporaneous.
Play out every scenario as the moment calls.
Choice has nothing to do with it.
None can do more,
Than surrender to the abyss in all.
Call it whatever you will, it is all You; there is no other.
* * * *
You can only sit in one chair at a time.
You can only sleep in one bed at a time,
You can only eat one meal at a time,
You can only drink one drink at a time.
You can only take one shower at a time.
You can only wear one outfit at a time.
You can only read one book at a time.
You can only play one game at a time.
You can only ride one bike at a time,
You can only see one thing at a time.
You can only hear one sound at a time.
You can only taste one taste at a time.
You can only smell one smell at a time.
You can only feel one touch at a time.
You can only do one anything at a time.
So, how much does anyone really need?
* * * *
Why are you so fearful of it all coming to an end?
Oblivion is the state from whence You came.
Oblivion is the state to which all return.
There is absolutely nothing to fear or dread.
There is absolutely nothing for which to hope or plead.
There is simply eternity, which You are, have ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Is natural selection a function of spontaneity, of autonomy, of self-determination, of free will,
Or simply the continuation of the pattern-selection, kaleidoscoping since the first moment of genesis?
Impromptu, spontaneous, extemporaneous, when viewed from the macro level;
But precisely, exactly determined, at the quantum level.
Has there ever been even one choice?
Is such an unsynchronized flow even remotely possible,
In this ineffable cosmos, absolutely orchestrated, every moment, in every way?
Looking back at your entire existence, what say did you have in anything, that lead you to be reading this?
* * * *
The you, you imagine carries on, is not the You, You are.
All forms are but ever-changing, temporal, quantum illusions,
To which only imagination, stimulated by the senses, is witness.
The awareness You truly are, is the omnipresent, immortal actuality.
Humankind’s capacity for delusion is the harbor of all things irrational.
* * * *
This ultimate truth is all that really matters in this théâtre absurde.
Everything else is nothing more than quantum illusion.
Everything else is but an imaginary dreamtime,
In which You are voluntary prisoner,
Of your own mind’s design.
There are no chains.
There is only the moment,
And You are as free as You dare.
* * * *
How we can be so blinded by vanity and greed,
As to not clearly see, and not be on full-back-track concerned,
That strangling the garden is a sure road to perdition,
Is an astoundingly absurd thing to witness.
* * * *
You are but a particle, wafting to and fro in the sea of mystery; all of it all the while.
The quantum sea allows every variety of form to play out however it will,
Without parameters, without attachment, without judgment.
Only human imagination, imagines otherwise.
What need for any deity, for any dogmatic entanglements,
Once you have discerned right-relationship, with the mystery’s totality?
* * * *
Who-what-when-where-why-how, exactly, is this self, you so adamantly imagine yourself to be?
It is an invention, a collusion, a lie, that imagination has swept our genomic-sequencing,
To impromptu-play across all the horror our kind has wreaked upon this garden.
And its harsh, unforgiving, dystopian endgame, is well past self-evident.
* * * *
Any given mind is a universe unto its Self;
Unto the awareness in which all forms dance.
In which imagination, imagines an authenticity,
Engineered entirely by the given nature-nurture.
An impromptu performance of genomic design.
To assume it free will, would be a conclusion,
Without substance, in the abyss of eternity.
* * * *
The unknowable created the cosmos.
The cosmos created the world.
The world created nature.
Nature created Gaia.
Gaia created humankind.
Humankind created imagination.
Imagination imagined the unknowable known.
Ineffable, indivisible, ineffaceable, unfathomable, immaculate.
And in that knowing, the sense of self was imagined.
And in that awareness of imaginary self, You.
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
Creator, preserver, destroyer.
Eternity, born into time.
Eternity, imagined.
Awareness, all.
All, You.
There is no other.
* * * *
You, Awareness.
Awareness field.
Awareness infinity.
Awareness freedom.
Awareness tranquility.
Awareness indelibility.
Awareness sovereignty.
Awareness absoluteness.
Awareness indivisibility.
Awareness timelessness.
Awareness singularity.
Awareness totality.
Awareness truth.
Awareness joy.
You, Awareness.
* * * *
How they always win, how they always rule, how they are always at top of the food chain,
Has been the same tale since long before our\kind migrated out into the plains.
It is the tale of power, of might makes right, of the law of the club,
And who is willing to wield it, with the most savagery.
Submit or die, it matters not to the big ape,
And the minions who serve in every possible way.
The axis of evil is nepotism and cronyism and favoritism.
It is the reality of natural selection since life’s most primordial etchings.
Quantum stardust – morphing, mutating, evolving, dancing – in the mystery of awareness.
The mystery of Self, of the one and only dancer, playing itself alive in every possible way, including You.
* * * *
Letters and numbers and notes, and any other hieroglyphs,
Are all imagined, and bound to the mirage of time and space.
The awareness is prior to all; the sky in which all clouds dance.
* * * *
Here is your death, come and get it, embrace it with all your being.
Or run away, as far, as fast, as your make-believe deigns.
The Reaper will be waiting for your arrival.
* * * *
Your universe will never be the same once you wander from the first one.
Actually, it has never been the same every moment since your conception.
* * * *
Imagination has blinded humankind to the garden of its origin.
Unlikely as it is to happen, it is on the future to regain its sight.
How difficult it will be, to throw everything out, and start over.
And will it be possible, in the ruins of a torn and tattered world?
* * * *
Imagination can only imagine itself to be awareness.
That which is prior to all things born of quantum design,
Cannot be grasped by the whimsy of consciousness.
* * * *
Whether awake or asleep, a dream is a dream,
And that is all it is, all it has ever been, all it will ever be,
No matter how many memories the imaginary you shores it up with.
* * * *
Are you walking alone, paying attention to the given moment,
Or with the cloud of memories rolodexing through the cerebellum?
* * * *
If there is movement, there are ripples,
And ripples, and ever more ripples, rippling away.
That is the disposition of the coin of creation and destruction,
With preservation flipping to and fro about the edges.
* * * *
How fortunate you are if power and fame and fortune have somehow evaded you.
Vulnerability, anonymity, austerity, and the mindfulness they engender,
Are a great gift in this insane asylum, this théâtre absurde.
* * * *
When schemes do not go according to plan, best to take a big breath,
And then stoke up whatever grit and gumption is necessary,
To come up with the new plan that will carry on.
Stiff upper lip is what the Brits call it.
* * * *
Without being paranoid, may be best to always assume
There could be a camera or video pointing your direction.
* * * *
How you deal with the kaleidoscoping moment,
Is entirely shaped by the nature-nurture,
You drew in the genetic lottery.
* * * *
Humankind is what it is, has always been, and will always be.
Would make sense to just sit and stare at a wall, as to get all twisted about it.
Discerning the sanctity of eternity – to be at peace with the illusion – is a gift to your Self.
* * * *
The post-WWII Boomer generation that I was born into, got set up by the idealistic winds of our youth,
To believe humankind could be and do something Darwin 101 assures us is impossible.
What I tell any who still harbor that delusional notion, any who still believe,
Us capable of, for even a few minutes, overriding the natural selection that whittled us,
Is that you can take the monkey out of the jungle, but you cannot take the jungle out of the monkey.
* * * *
The body is always in the present moment.
Awareness is always in the present moment.
Only imagination wanders space and time.
Only imagination creates space and time.
Only imagination imagines itself alive.
Only imagination imagines itself real.
Only imagination imagines its Self.
Only imagination imagines totality.
Only imagination imagines nothing.
* * * *
In the world, but not of it.
In the matrix, but not of it.
In the illusion, but not of it.
In the dream, but not of it.
* * * *
The Eternal Mind
… mysterious …
… ineffable …
… tabula rasa …
… aware …
… still …
… indivisible …
… momentary …
… singular …
… indelible …
… supreme …
… matchless …
… now …
… sentient …
… unfathomable …
… inscrutable …
… perpetual …
… imaginary …
… matrix …
… flawless …
… timeless …
… infinite …
… infinitesimal …
… omnipresent …
… serene …
… immortal …
… pervasive …
… omniscient …
… mindful …
… instantaneous …
… quantum …
… null …
… immaculate …
… futile …
… everlasting …
… unbound …
… motionless …
… mindless …
… clear …
… nondualistic …
… here …
… unbounded …
… silent …
… graceful …
… pure …
… unequivocal …
… unqualified …
… perfect …
… nothingness …
… total …
… complete …
… innocent …
… truth …
… unconditional …
… unadulterated …
… seamless …
… unspoiled …
… impeccable …
… empty …
… entire …
… effortless …
… first …
… oblivion …
… last …
… whole …
… harmonious …
… unified …
… blameless …
… spotless …
… sentient …
… alert …
… void …
… unimportant …
… all …
… none …
… inestimable …
… indefinable …
… extinct …
… purposeless …
… obscure …
… anonymous …
… insignificant …
… null …
… worthless …
… unknowable …
… naught …
… indecipherable …
… nameless …
… undiscoverable …
… useless …
… immeasurable …
… valueless …
… incalculable …
… rational …
… unutterable …
… endless …
… impartial …
… simple …
… straightforward …
… natural …
… untouched …
… imperceptible …
… painless …
… uncomplicated …
… unforced …
… untarnished …
… ever …
… untroubled …
… inexplicable …
… unstained …
… peerless …
… emptiness …
… indifferent …
… ageless …
… ineradicable …
… irrational …
… permanent …
… indiscernible …
… impalpable …
… faultless …
… pristine …
… mundane …
… hollow …
… alone …
… minimal …
… average …
… unique …
… unspeakable …
… unimaginable …
… unicity …
… whole …
… incessant …
… inconceivable …
… unfastened …
… rational …
… undeniable …
… detached …
… unrivaled …
… inimitable …
… incomparable …
… unbiased …
… pointless …
… unconcerned …
… ceaseless …
… priceless …
… impersonal …
… absurd …
… aloof …
… nonexistent …
… interminable …
… carefree …
… enigmatic …
… impenetrable …
… unreadable …
… incomprehensible …
… unintelligible …
… meaningless …
… inconsequential …
… exquisite …
… ordinary …
… engrained …
… intrinsic …
… intangible …
… solitary …
… enduring …
… inexpressible …
… omnipotent …
… tranquil …
… free …
… sovereign …
… unborn …
… undying …
… absolute …
… eternal …
* * * *
The mitote, the chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind,
Are always ready and waiting and eager to sally into the windmills of your mind.
How many are playing over and over and over in your head, in the right here, right now?
* * * *
The mystery created imagination.
Imagination created deities of every variety,
And plays out ceaseless permutations of vanity and greed.
Its trail of horrors ignores all rationality, all compassion, all munificence.
The mystery, in all its vastness, has no shoulders to shrug.
* * * *
Hot or cold, hard or soft, clean or dirty, clothed or naked,
Comfortable or uncomfortable, asleep or awake, seen or unseen,
Engaged or unengaged, self-absorbed or Self-absorbed, it is all the same.
The awareness is equally within every particle of creation.
Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.
You are it; it is You.
The other is but imagined.
* * * *
Someone who has not got a lot to do, has less time to do it in,
Than someone who has a hectic existence, with so much on their plate,
That any need is added to the list, and done as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Yet another peculiar irony in the paradox of all things two-legged in this quantum dream.
* * * *
What is creation's beginning but the space of awareness,
Stirring just enough to explode into the quantum soup,
That would eventually manifest into all the forms it,
In any given here now, pervades, including yours.
* * * *
You are the mitote, the chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind.
All the chatter in your head, playing over and over and over, is yours, and yours alone.
* * * *
The challenge with building an empire – or anything, for that matter –
Is the humdrum-day-after-day of keeping it going and going and going.
* * * *
Our kind does not deal well with not knowing everything that consciousness can come up with.
It was not the fruit of knowledge, that was plucked in Eden; it was the fruit of imagination,
That was swallowed in full by the tree-dwellers, in whom the mind-spark first sparked.
* * * *
To be a philosopher is to step as far back as possible,
And to examine anything and everything,
As closely as mind allows.
* * * *
Big bang, genesis, turtles all the way up and down, call it whatever you will,
Somehow it began, and somehow it will go on for as long as it does.
What need to speculate about a mystery that can never known?
All who try, only wave their arms about, uttering vague absurdities.
* * * *
The clinging to memories, to all that is perceived,
Are just imagination's refusal to let go of any allotted moment,
To let go the existence it believes really happened,
Forever gone as soon as it happens.
* * * *
Mitote is imagination; you are imagination, you are mitote.
The chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind.
Anytime there is the spark of me-myself-and-I, mitote has the reins.
* * * *
How much better off, how much less full of false and unnecessary drama, might your life be,
Without your family, and a fair portion of so-called friends and acquaintances?
And let us not begin to factor in the co-workers on that exit list.
* * * *
Suspend knowing, forget everything.
Be the awareness, absolutely free.
* * * *
How can anyone not discern that all organized religions are but cults,
That fenagle their absurdities, their charades, into wealth and influence.
Weave their wares into any mind, gullible enough to believe in anything.
Nothing more than fabrications that benefit whoever can spin them best.
* * * *
You will explore it, ponder it, as deeply,
As thoroughly, as intelligently, as scientifically,
As your insight and fear, your gumption and grit, allow.
* * * *
It is through resolute attention,
That you barricade your mind from the mitote,
The chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind.
* * * *
The awareness is your magic carpet ride home.
How much closer to God could you possibly be?
* * * *
You must discern how to best realign your Self,
When imagination has yet again crept in and stolen the helm,
For it is an easy thing to misplace, if you are not paying very close attention.
* * * *
In dissolving the mitote – the chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind –
Into the stillness that is real, into the silence that is real, the first and last voice is your own.
* * * *
No matter how it tries, no matter what tricks, what fallacies and delusions, it plays with itself,
Imagination, confined to the space and time of its own dreamy invention,
Can never ever keep up with the timeless moment.
Alas that eternal awareness has no time to taunt such a loser.
* * * *
No matter how far and wide your pathless walkabout,
You will always find your Self right here, right now.
* * * *
The loss of things is not easy.
Family
Friends
Things
Games
Jobs
Battles
Titles
Awards
Wealth
Security
Health
Life
But what choice is there?
* * * *
This may be the last time,
You ever do that.
Or see that.
Or hear that.
Or taste that.
Or smell that.
Or feel that.
Or be that.
Savor every moment.
It is gone before you know it.
* * * *
Let go of everything.
Memories.
Things.
Relationships.
Family.
Friends.
Adversaries.
Enemies.
Power.
Fame.
Fortune.
Desires.
Fears.
Dreads.
Passion.
Sensuality.
Plans.
Concerns.
Cares.
Hopes.
Hates.
Loves.
Problems.
Solutions.
Ideals.
Belief's.
Habits.
Pipedreams.
Dogmas.
Busyness.
Distractions.
Knowledge.
Self-importance.
And any other stirrings of consciousness.
* * * *
Regarding the mitote,
The chaos of 1,000 voices all trying to talk at once in the mind,
Best to ignore them, as attention allows.
* * * *
You can never achieve more than a pale translation, of any other’s cosmic array.
Every life form has its solitary existence, which can never be more than sketched.
* * * *
Imagination is the time machine in which humankind travels willy-nilly,
Wherever it is inclined by nature-nurture’s proclivity for natural selection.
* * * *
If you believe I am saying, there is not a supreme deity, think again.
If you believe I am saying, there is a supreme deity, think again.
Back and forth that whirling dervish, as you are inclined.
But the truth is, I do not know, nor do I care.
I Am … What more need be said?
The moment is all.
* * * *
The garden has always been here.
In all our self-serving vanity, all our insatiable avarice,
We just stopped seeing it, we just stopped respecting it, we just stopped protecting it.
* * * *
The human paradigm is founded on imagination’s usurpation of the eternal awareness.
The young in any clan, any tribe, any culture, only know what came before,
Because imagination requires them to embrace the dreamtime,
It has so diligently, so earnestly, worked to sustain.
The human paradigm would not be what it is without it.
How long imagination can preserve its anomaly, is the question.
* * * *
No, I am not tossing out history.
I am simply pointing out that it is an imaginary invention,
To which we have tethered ourselves to such a fisted-hand-in-the-coconut degree,
That it is driving our kind, and a fair number of our fellow earthlings, and perhaps Gaia, towards oblivion,
Or certainly a far different garden than the one from which we spawned.
* * * *
René Descartes penned, “If you would be a real seeker after truth,
You must at least once in your life, doubt, as far as possible, all things.”
And in doing that, you will discern how far doubt can take you, will take you;
And where it dissolves, should you choose the long and winding road less traveled.
* * * *
Assuming it is your intention to waylay the usurpation of imagination,
It is all about paying close attention to whatever is going on.
It does not really at all matter what you are doing;
Only that you are giving the eternal now full attention.
* * * *
We are all timeless figments of imagination,
Attached to the biology from which the senses peer out,
In an impromptu nature-nurture, matrix-theater of quantum design.
The ineffable, indelible mystery of stardust come to life.
* * * *
The entire human paradigm is nothing more than stories born of imagination.
Your story is but a collage of perceptions, all founded on a fabricated frame of reference.
The only story you need to end, is your own; without a story, the incessant inner narration falls silent.
You must let it go, as if it never happened, if You wish to be the eternity You are.
One does not need to forever pretend something that is not real.
Without the story, what is a given moment?
* * * *
You were born with no story; what happened that you made up this illusionary tale?
A fable which all seems so real in the streaming moment, but is instantly but a vague memory.
And yet you cling to it real, until the body perishes, and the neuron matrix no longer ignites imagination.
And what you all the while really were, what you all the while really were not, becomes apparent.
* * * *
The one thing, of which you can be almost always be very certain,
Is everyone's penchant for padding and protecting their pocketbook.
* * * *
Very possible, very probable, indeed, given its magnitude,
That there are many superior beings in many parts of the universe,
But whether or not there a supreme one, only the most discerning discern.
* * * *
The hungers of human consciousness can be insatiable,
If not bound to moderation by an austere, disciplined mind.
* * * *
You have run into far too many human beings,
Who are smarter, more skillful, more adept, in many ways,
To assert you are in any way superior to anyone.
* * * *
The astounding thing about the human paradigm’s evolutionary progression,
Is that so many do not grasp that they are ultimately not separate from anything.
* * * *
Die to the world, die to the cosmos, die to everything that consciousness imaginations.
Become the sky of awareness, the presence of awareness permeating all and nothing.
* * * *
You are every moment, a twinkle of stardust, come unto existence.
Ever an indivisible, indefinable, unfathomable, indelible, ineffable mystery.
How is it, so many give over to the empty speculations and inventions of storytellers?
* * * *
Without consciousness, without imagination, without vanity,
You might well be something slimy, or a rock,
And call yourself lucky, to boot.
After all, being an abyss, is eternal fare.
* * * *
What a transcendent mystery, for sentience to have evolved,
And somehow further mutated into imagination.
The mystery of the Mystery, indeed.
And will imagination survive itself?
Is a query the moment will never answer,
Until the last twinkle of stardust, twinkles its last.
* * * *
Who among us, is able walkabout throughout any given day, any given night,
Without the perpetual pitter-patter of every variability of judgment?
The human paradigm is eternally lost to its tribal instincts,
Very much hinging on the relativity of differences.
To be indifferent to differences, is prior-to-consciousness fare.
* * * *
What would this spinning garden orb look like,
If the human paradigm, with all its genetic might,
Had never migrated out the jungles of long ago?
* * * *
Whether the flame of imagination extinguishes with or without a great whimpering struggle,
Is for the last historian, the last Ivory-Tower-autodidact, to all alone pen.
That way, the aliens who come a billion years hence,
Will know how our kind expired.
Whoop-de-doo.
* * * *
All perception is ever a right-here-right-now illusion-delusion.
Space and time are but imaginary fabrications of the sensory mind,
Trapped in its own nature-nurture labyrinth, evolved of natural selection.
Whether designed or happenchance, dualistic or nondualistic, divine or secular,
Is but conjecture of the ever absorbed, ever agitated, ever busy-busy mind in question.
From birth to death, first breath to last, the ineffable ever remains ineffable.
* * * *
Ponder the revolutions it took for a hunter-gatherer species,
Migrating out of the jungles of Africa, to arrive at this moment in time:
… Agricultural … Industrial … Technological … Scientific … Commercial …
Boggling how right Malthus will relatively soon be, as we surge, every instant, ever closer,
To the inevitable edge of our spinning blue marble, hanging-in-space, Petri dish.
What more can you expect from a cancer, bent on consuming its host.
* * * *
So, are you being tagged even more as cattle funneling into the chutes, than in this time?
Are you being mal-treated even more, as many-humans-are-less-than-equal?
Is it the same-old-same-old decent into Gaia well-beyond-purgatory,
It has always been for our naturally-selected kind, and all our fellow earthlings.
You can call it Anthropocene Epoch, or whatever, but it is, alas, happening very real-time.
* * * *
Explore your limits, expand your limits, and then do the same with the new limits.
The many boxes, in which you ever reside – no matter how many you may punch through –
Are entirely of your own imaginary creation, as patterned by nature-nurture’s quantum programming.
* * * *
All life forms are but a one-time seed, a one-time instrument, a one-time vehicle,
Through which the indelible, indivisible mystery of awareness,
Witnesses yet another illusion of creation.
* * * *
Is it possible for one to be in charge, to be at the helm, of the given mind-body,
To use it as a tool, rather than an out-of-control roller coaster,
Is a question each mind must alone answer.
* * * *
Please your Self, amuse your Self, however your will dictates,
Though restraint in the harming of innocence,
Is highly encouraged.
* * * *
Fear death? Well, you will endure it however it comes; you have no choice.
So it sayeth in the teensy-tiny print, you did not well-scrutinize on the unwritten contract.
Only if you choose to give your Self a tranquil, painless end – inert gas asphyxiation is recommended –
Will you have any say in the most assuredly inevitable, genomically-induced, departure.
* * * *
To imagine you are the mind-body is an error,
All of humankind has over and over and over made,
Since the first seeds of imagination took root,
In the mutations of natural-selection,
In the jungles of so long ago,
But a blink of eternity.
* * * *
Look at all those stars in the sky, and me tell, truthfully,
That you believe they are Santa Claus, and the North Pole, Heaven.
And he is Peeping Tom everyone, and keeping an eternal tabulation of demerits;
Casting all upstairs or down, for choices made in an existence,
In which no one has ever had any choice.
He is You; figure it out.
* * * *
Doubt with every fiber of your being,
That your political leaders really care about you,
As anything more than sheeples, armed with wallet and vote,
Submissively willing to acquiesce to their vain, likely avaricious whims.
* * * *
ChatGPT query: An aphorism about the stillness before time.
Answer: In the silence preceding time, existence finds its breath.
* * * *
ChatGPT query: What is Truth?
Truth refers to the state of being in being in accordance with facts or reality.
It represents information or statements that accurately reflect the way things are,
Without distortion or deception.
* * * *
How can an incoherent mind ever fathom its incoherency?
How can a coherent mind ever not fathom its coherency?
* * * *
What is it drives philosophers, hierophants, mystics, seers, sages, whatevers;
Into endlessly constructing, so many intricate, erudite, dogmatic labyrinths;
Other than to seek an audience that will discern whatever it is they discern.
* * * *
This right-here-right-now moment is the one and only truth.
How could the mystery be any more; how could it be any less?
* * * *
Friggin’ amazing how much corruption is running this so-called civilized planet of the apes,
And absolutely no hope, that it will not descend into unutterable darkness, before it is over.
* * * *
Pure awareness is the thick pea soup of oblivion,
In which space and time have no access,
And imagination is immobilized.
* * * *
What is sleep but a mini-oblivion,
Practiced over and over in the given lifetime,
Until the curtain falls, and the Reaper takes another bow.
* * * *
No counting, more counting, and even more counting, of mounds of gold doubloons,
Is near as enticing, as ensnaring, as the process it took to get them,
Nor near as enjoyable, as it will be to spend it.
* * * *
Build contentment into your dynamic.
Infuse it into the depths of the awareness You are.
No need to beat your Self up over anything, anymore, anyever.
* * * *
How could any existential form across the universe,
Ever reach the level of consciousness, of imagination, that our kind has,
Without some form of nature-nurture natural selection, anchored to Darwinian principles?
And what would it take to get that foundation, working well enough together,
To fabricate the technologies, it would take to travel across space,
To find and reach our little blue marble dust ball?
* * * *
How can you be bored? How can you be restless?
When every single moment, is, in reality, exactly the same.
When it is only the degree, the motivation of attention, that changes.
* * * *
Yes, there is indeed a supreme deity, and it includes you and me,
And every quantum-dust-filled star and planet and moon and rock and grain,
And the unutterable, ineffable, formlessness of nothingness betwixt and between, as well.
* * * *
What a wondrous, impossible thing, this spinning, wobbling blue marble;
Hanging by the invisible, indivisible thread of gravity,
In this Christmas tree of a cosmos.
How could any Santa Claus do it, without being it?
* * * *
How boring, oblivion; how could any Self ever say no,
To every form of distraction imagination might devise.
* * * *
There clearly is no ‘keeping-a-list-checking-it-twice-be-good-or-coal-in-the-stocking’ Santa Claus deity.
That notion has been patently absurd from the get-go in every culture humankind has spawned.
If some god-word must be used to describe this beyond-boggling quantum matrix,
The concept surely must incorporate everything, including you and me.
There is no need for the banalities of organized religions,
Because we are all very equal witnesses,
To the same ineffable mystery,
Every kaleidoscoping eternal moment.
* * * *
For the eternal stillness, for the eternal moment, to reign supreme,
The imaginary mind must be made whole, must be given over to awareness,
Through complete, utter, unreserved, absolute, total attention.
A level of attention, immortal in nature.
* * * *
How can agriculture and industry and technology save us;
Save our dust ball world, save our fellow earthlings,
From all the dilemmas they have, in very, very large part, created?
There is no saving this garden; only surviving all our kind has imagined upon it.
* * * *
Those eyes you are gazing into, those lips you are kissing on, are no different,
Than any gooey protoplasm this stardust world has ever spawned.
It is only imagination, playing out the imaginary theater,
This line of genomic sequencing has ordained.
And You, lead imaginary thespian,
In your production of quantum stagecraft.
* * * *
The cosmos within, the cosmos without; they are the same.
It is consciousness, it is imagination, that has counterfeited their duality.
Tabula rasa has no chance against nature-nurture, and the first birth, 3.8 billion years ago,
Which has, permeated by awareness, mutated through natural selection, into You.
And it is You, and You alone, who must set aside all the conditioning,
And become the stillness that is the birthright of all things.
* * * *
Imagine if you had just been born, and knew absolutely nothing;
What would be that state of mind, and might it still be accessible?
* * * *
Any biology has the potential to become a cancer,
If it can overcome or outmaneuver its limitations.
* * * *
No matter the religion, the belief, they are all just stories.
If God is so great, why does he need anyone to affirm it?
* * * *
Resign yourself to the fact that you will likely decline and fall with a very long list,
Of books and movies and music and whatever, unwatched and unread and unheard and unknown.
The cruel reality is that the most anyone can hope to achieve in this dreamtime mystery,
Is a hearty statistical sample, in whatever frame of reference fate allows.
* * * *
Imagination evolved as an armament in humanoid survival strategy.
The tooth and claw of a species that lacked either tooth or claw.
The mind’s means to solve problems; to anticipate problems.
Alas, that it also has an inclination to make them, as well.
* * * *
We are all but ephemeral dreamtimes of our ultimate nature,
Temporal waves crashing upon the rocky shores of infinity.
What is the point of judging any part or particle of it, really?
A dream is a dream, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
How many moments in an attosecond?
How many moments in a nanosecond?
How many moments in a second?
How many moments in a minute?
How many moments in an hour?
How many moments in a day?
How many moments in a month?
How many moments in a year?
How many moments in a decade?
How many moments in a century?
How many moments in a millennium?
How many moments in a million years?
How many moments in a billion years?
How many moments in a trillion years?
How many moments in a gazillion years?
How many moments in a moment?
Eternity, right here right now.
Bam!
* * * *
No need to sentimentalize the mystery, no need to idealize the mystery.
It is what it is, it is what You are, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Mundane, dull, boring, dreary, monotonous, repetitive, tiresome, uninteresting,
Lackluster, tedious, wearisome, unvaried, colorless, pedestrian,
Deadly, droning, ordinary, bland, nondescript.
Despite all your vain pretenses,
You know it true.
* * * *
You are older than the stars, younger than the moment.
Right here, right now, this very, one-and-only, unborn-undying, timeless, ineffable instant.
Eternity … Bam!
* * * *
Best not to build your building higher than all the others,
Unless you enjoy looking down on a lot of ugly rooftops.
* * * *
Any creature educates itself; any creature tames itself.
Any teacher, any trainer, merely fashions the opportunities.
The carrots and sticks that shape the fates of the domesticated.
* * * *
Contemplation and meditation,
Are the means to explore and realize for your Self,
The mystery You are.
* * * *
Every moment, the garden, and of all its life forms,
Eat and drink and devour and munch and chomp and guzzle itself in ways beyond counting.
It is an ever-kaleidoscoping quantum mystery from the get-go.
* * * *
You were born the tabula rasa of awareness,
Until the cosmos drew you into its web of consciousness.
To discern and reclaim its immaculate, indivisible, ever-present nature,
Requires diligently watering and nourishing the seed of doubt with truth everlasting.
* * * *
What might this garden world be,
Had our kind embraced guardianship,
Rather than manipulation and annihilation?
Alas, that we and our posterity will never know.
* * * *
Nobody goes through life without having an impact on others in this dreamtime theater.
Some cast more ripples than others, but every part and particle,
Is required for the dream to play out,
In this quantum matrix of space and time.
* * * *
All the knowledge the illusionary manifest world has to offer,
Is nothing more than trivial pursuit in eternity's yawning abyss.
* * * *
It is not your consciousness, nor my consciousness, nor anyone else’s consciousness.
It is simply consciousness, playing out in every mind, in every way imaginable.
All the gibberish, all the babble, all the drivel in the world, means nothing.
Be still, and know You are, have ever been, will ever be, That I Am.
* * * *
That world, that universe, that you, exist only in imagination.
You are naught but the awareness of the unborn-undying moment;
Regardless the ever-kaleidoscoping illusion the sensory-mind weaves.
* * * *
How arrogant any who consider themselves masters.
Every mind is the spawn of imagination,
Begun anew every moment.
* * * *
What a fucked-up world we have given the future.
I mean, it was obviously more than already fucked up, of course,
But we have most certainly spun it, into over-the-top absurdity, beyond all pales.
The fall from grace, daily more apparent in every headline.
* * * *
The challenge is to give the moment your fullest attention,
In whatever way the sensory mind is riveted,
For it is quickly come and gone,
In its ineffable, indelible, indivisible way.
* * * *
It is all imagined; it is all an illusion.
There is no one to follow, there is no one to be.
You are as free as You allow the awareness You are to be
* * * *
There is no scripture, no dogma, no authority, that can prove the mystery this or that.
Put them all down, let go all narrow thinking, let go all attachments, embrace eternity.
* * * *
The higher high, the greater buzz, the more meaningful moments, are illusory,
And are meaningless, delusionary projections, of a mind that does not really exist.
* * * *
Unplugging Darwin just ain’t gonna to happen.
There is no saving this world; only surviving it.
* * * *
If you truly see who-what-where-when-why-how You really are,
Then what can touch You, if You maintain the detachment of the warrior mind.
Si vis pacem, para bellum: If you want peace, prepare for war.
* * * *
You were pure innocence, you were tabula rasa,
Before imagination infected you with its mitote.
* * * *
The fear of death, the dread of death, is really about loss.
About not wanting to let go that relationship.
That memory harbored in mind.
That perception harbored in imagination.
* * * *
Attention to the timeless moment is as spiritual as it gets.
There is no more, except in the endless maze of imagination.
* * * *
Covetous, jealous, mean, cruel deities; avoid them.
Generous, trusting, kind, pleasant deities; avoid them, too.
* * * *
What cosmos does the mind gaze out upon,
But its own creation, its own perception.
* * * *
Notice how the imaginary self, the great usurper,
Gains the helm, with the absence of regular breathing.
Oxygen deprivation is a huge player in the human paradigm.
* * * *
Is your detachment only a few layers deep,
Or clean-cut all the Gordian-Knot-way through?
* * * *
Truth, ever the right-here-right-now moment,
Kaleidoscoping from one to the next,
Differing only in the mirage in which it is cast,
Bound by no mind, in its sentience through space and time.
Very much akin, to very fine dry sand, in loose fingers, on a very windy day.
* * * *
No one need know how detached you are.
The ocean is a desert with its life underground.
The chameleon changes costumes as the jungle calls.
* * * *
Millenniums can be counted.
Centuries can be counted.
Decades can be counted.
Years can be counted.
Months can be counted.
Days can be counted.
Hours can be counted.
Minutes can be counted.
Seconds can be counted.
As can every class of epoch,
And age and era and eon and cycle.
But how do you count the eternal moment,
Upon which all inklings space and time are imagined?
* * * *
Realigning the mind to eternity.
Realigning the mind to sentience.
Realigning the mind to awareness.
Realigning the mind to mindfulness.
Realigning the mind to wakefulness.
Realigning the mind to endlessness.
Realigning the mind to the moment.
Realigning the mind to perpetuity.
Realigning the mind to infinity.
Realigning the mind to now.
Requires great attention.
Breathe through it.
* * * *
Consciousness, neither is, nor is not.
Awareness, neither is, nor is not.
Eternity, neither is, nor is not.
Space, neither is, nor is not.
Time, neither is, nor is not.
You, neither are, nor are not.
It is but quantum kaleidoscoping.
* * * *
Pure and simple infinity,
Pure and simple nowness,
Pure and simple awareness.
Pure and simple wakefulness.
Pure and simple timelessness.
Pure and simple mindfulness,
Pure and simple endlessness,
Pure and simple perpetuity,
Pure and simple sentience.
Pure and simple eternity.
* * * *
Quantum earth.
Quantum wind.
Quantum water.
Quantum fire.
All playing in ether.
* * * *
This led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Led to this,
Ad infinitum.
The moment is like that.
* * * *
In the monkey minds.
A taste for lightness.
A taste for darkness.
A taste for emptiness.
Something for everyone.
* * * *
All the letters and numbers and notes and other tools of creation, cannot,
In the ever-present timelessness of eternity, more that fleetingly entertain.
* * * *
Do not get too swollen up about yourself.
All of our ancestors came out of the same primordial soup,
And no amount of Darwinian natural selection, or nature-nurture manipulation,
Is ever going to, in more than magical thinking, change that.
* * * *
When you factor in the sundry bothers of maintenance,
Insurance, licensing fees, storage, depreciation, cleaning, and such,
It can be much cheaper to rent living spaces, vehicles, and other high-end things.
It really all depends how inclined you are, to carrying the many burdens the world has in play.
* * * *
After the Great Fall, the one-percenters will be all alone;
Counting their mounds of gold, and no world to spend it in.
* * * *
Every geography will have its own response to the Great Fall.
The human paradigm will likely eek on in it planet-of-the-apes fashion.
Those who continue on will probably reorganize back into regional feudal societies,
Full of every imaginable dystopian nightmare of which our kind is capable.
The tech geeks and their piles of gold will not be in charge very long,
Unless they up their game into some very callused behaviors.
The Dark Ages after Rome's fall is how to imagine it.
* * * *
Before you washed that apple, did you wash your hands?
Before you washed your hands, did you wash the faucet handle?
Before you washed the faucet handle, did you wash the container of soap?
And what about all the handles on doors and cabinets and sundry?
And how clean was the towel used to dry your hands?
Hard to stay clean in a muddy stream.
* * * *
Is there any other creature that gives a hoot. who-what-where-when-why-how. it is?
Is there any other creature, that projects an imaginary persona,
Through which so much passion emits?
How is it we allow imagination to usurp us so?
* * * *
No matter how quickly you move, no matter how quickly you cogitate,
Momentary awareness will always beat you to the punch.
Even the fastest computers cannot outrace it.
Nor the speediest quantum.
A tie at best.
Else it would be time travel,
Which would be difficult, even if time existed.
* * * *
Stardust come to life, quantum come to life, awareness come to life, eternity come to life.
Molecular beings, chemical beings, carbon-based beings, genetic beings, biological beings.
An indivisible, indelible, ineffable mystery, baffling on a scale beyond all comprehension.
* * * *
Enjoy the eternal moment, best you can.
The alternative is much less entertaining; torturous, actually.
Why not up the game, with the highest-grade endorphins, imagination can conjure?
There are so many drugs available, both natural and man-made, to use to explore the moment-to-moment.
And for those who want to fly solo without aids, there is the zafu and zabuton,
And more than a few solitary places to sit and walk.
* * * *
I have given you everything this mind has to give, for you to do with whatever you please.
My only entreaty, my only admonition, is that you waylay any absurdity as much as possible.
* * * *
Looking closely at words,
How they are spelled, what they mean,
Can oftentimes seems more that a little inexplicable.
Language, what an indelible mystery consciousness hath wrought.
And every one, across the world, across time, an expression of its culture of origin.
Could there be anything more boggling about the human paradigm?
* * * *
To declare awareness infinite,
Is as wrong as it would be, to call it infinitesimal.
How can any measurement measure, how can any thought encapsulate,
That, which the bounds of time and space, cannot contain.
* * * *
How can anyone not doubt the narratives of ancient propaganda,
That cannot be in any way verified by scientific observation and critical thinking?
Knowing all we know about corruption and deceit, how can logic not discern the many dishonesties?
The insatiable greed, to which our kind has given itself over to, throughout its voracious dream,
Throughout its virulent, cancerous march, in its domination of nature’s blue marble garden,
Has utilized every form of trickery, to harness all into its Planet of the Apes rampage.
* * * *
Even if you were to spend an entire existence wandering about the world,
It would be as meaningful as any ant wandering about a kitchen sink.
Vanity might wish to think itself important to its imaginary deities,
But imagination can do nothing to waylay the reality of eternity.
* * * *
Somedaze, a little more; somedaze, a little less.
Somedaze, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
How else would any divinity create a universe,
But through awareness pervading the quantum sea.
Awareness, ever-present witness to every sentient dream.
Natural selection the means to play out the Darwinian theater.
And You, the spontaneity of the eternal, come unto mortal existence.
Where is it even possible for duality, to have any possibility, whatsoever?
* * * *
What would you have done with your existence, if you were rich beyond rich?
What would you have done with your existence, if you were poor beyond poor?
Who, what, where, when, why, how, are all relative frames of imaginary reference.
Stars twinkle, suns shine, worlds spin, all the same one, each and every eternal moment.
No matter the seed cast by natural selection, the awareness fills all equally, all indifferently.
* * * *
If you have a clear conscience,
You are either enlightened and free,
Or wedged in some self-absorbed dreamtime,
In which sociopaths and psychopaths,
Absorbed by greed and vanity,
Are very much at home.
* * * *
It took 3.8 billion years for the human population to hit its first billion,
And only another 200-ish years to breed 7 billion more.
There is no happy ending to this story.
* * * *
How can you not see, the all-pervading sentience,
Within all existential forms, including You,
Is the deity you worship from afar?
* * * *
A mind that is watchful, but no longer curious,
No longer caught up in the ceaseless chitter-chatter of consciousness,
Is an ever-present, eternal mind; sentient but still, timelessly absolute, serenely aware, flawless.
* * * *
How is it you are not in full control of your thinking?
How is it you still allow imagination into your mind?
* * * *
As has been true in our kind’s advent and migration across the planet,
Every geography will have its own decline and fall,
Its own anthology of consequences,
Its own tumble of dominos,
Its own crash and burn,
Its own curtain call.
* * * *
Given the indelible genetic predisposition of its monkey-mind,
It is not at all difficult to imagine that the human paradigm,
Might well destroy all life forms on this magnificent garden orb.
Could Mother Nature survive a round of mutually-assured destruction?
And, if she did, what would a radiated world look like after the anthropocene?
* * * *
It all seems so large, until you grow into seeing it all You,
And large and small brandish an unimaginable relativity,
In the immeasurable awareness that permeates eternity.
* * * *
A mind at rest is an eternal mind, a no-mind, a quantum mind, an unbound mind.
Death is merely evaporating, back into the nothingness, that nothingness ever is.
* * * *
Extinction is the sure end to all who cannot, will not, adapt to the ever-changing.
There is no benevolence, no compassion, in the Darwinian paradigm,
This mystery garden, has ever since creation, ordained.
Even the rat wolves and meow tigers will have to figure it out.
* * * *
How can sentience be separate in any way, in any shape, in any form,
From whatever niche, whatever world, whatever dimension, it evolved?
* * * *
Could the forest Panda be any more bound to bamboo,
Than we are our greed and vanity for more?
Patterns are patterns are patterns.
None can be free of them,
But in surrender to awareness.
* * * *
Odds are pretty good that most women would be undone,
If you told them what you really think about their appearance,
About their weight, their cellulose, their family, et cetera ad infinitum.
If not for the male appendage, how many women would be in any man’s life?
How many women are capable of real friendship the way men are?
How many are trustworthy, reliable, egalitarian partners?
How many men could be told anything above,
And not just shrug their shoulders?
* * * *
Always interesting how one little relatively absurd thing,
Can turn off an otherwise good or tolerable relationship.
* * * *
A long and winding musing, for the rest of time, and without doubt, not the only one.
There are who knows how many, who endure the anguish of Mother Gaia,
Who feel unutterably powerless against the insatiable predator,
That dominates this no-holds-barred monkey mind.
And all any can do is build a soapbox,
And preach to the choir;
And the choir,
Somehow stay in tune,
And not exalt the character up front.
* * * *
Any who have somehow happened upon this edifice of blather, know well, the pathless path,
That all buddhas and krishnas and miscellaneous others, wander like ants over a pile of sugar.
A pile of sugar most other ants in the world never discern, and perhaps more happily carry on,
For unfolding a lifetime of conditioning, of taming, is a hearty helping of every-moment stew.
* * * *
Burn through the moment,
Like a flame through a fuse.
Like an asteroid through space.
Like a dream through the night.
Like a ripple through a pond.
Like a cloud through the sky.
Like an electron through a wire.
Like a spark through a plug.
Like a breeze through a tree.
Like a candle through a read.
Like a laser through metal.
Like a mind through a moment.
Like a mind through awareness.
Like a mind through here.
Like a mind through now.
Like a mind through eternity.
Like a mind through You.
* * * *
It is often in the unbidden moments,
That the clarity of right here, right now,
That the clarity of the ever-present,
That the clarity of awareness,
That the clarity of eternity,
That the clarity of You,
Makes its Self, apparent.
* * * *
Somehow, creation.
Somehow, life.
Somehow, sentience.
Somehow, consciousness.
Somehow, imagination.
Somehow, You.
No answers to any of it.
The mystery of the mystery,
Will ever be a mystery of a mystery.
* * * *
The awareness before time, before space.
The stillness before time, before space.
The absoluteness before time, before space.
The aloneness before time, before space.
The quantum before time, before space.
The innocence before time, before space.
The vulnerability before time, before space.
The immaculate before time, before space.
The nowness before time, before space.
The perfection before time, before space.
The clarity before time, before space.
The truth before time, before space.
The presence before time, before space.
The eternity before time, before space.
The sovereignty before time, before space.
The serenity before time, before space.
The transcendence before time, before space.
The nothing special before time, before space.
The You before time, before space.
* * * *
The one and only true church is the Church of Awareness,
And it cannot be contained by any arbitrary concoction of imagination.
By any edifice, any concept, any equation, any sound,
Any symbol, any artifice, whatsoever.
* * * *
Where is the edge of your face? The tip of your nose?
Let us know when you reach the inside of your skull.
* * * *
The mind can revert to tabula rasa,
By simply not engaging with anything imaginary.
Any naming, any chatter, whatsoever.
A silent, attentive mind.
Full breathing.
The yoga of mind.
* * * *
This garden world does not give two hoots about you.
And you, so drawn into it, so distracted by it, so enamored with it;
That it conceals, that it consumes, that it annihilates, the potential to be You.
* * * *
Just say no to cover-ups.
Own your fuck-ups,
Apologize once.
So it goes it.
Deal with it.
Get over it.
Move on.
* * * *
The future is already past the moment it happens.
Awareness is, without time; awareness is, without space.
There is no past moment, there is no future moment.
A moment's pathlessness is all that is, all is not.
* * * *
Every mind will twist consciousness to its own ends.
Consciousness will twist every mind to its own ends.
* * * *
If you are a seeker asking the question,
With an answer already in mind,
Then what is the point?
* * * *
Where do all ends end, but where beginning begin.
Where do all beginning begin, but where all ends end.
Which came first, is a prior-to-chicken-and-egg discussion,
To which philosophers in the forums, are ever drawn.
* * * *
There is no changing a destiny to what is already is;
Any tack changes, no matter how extreme,
Are still along the same course.
* * * *
When exactly does fate begin its wayward trail?
The truth of it, is, you were born the moment of creation.
And if there is a supreme deity, you were born,
Whenever, however, it got rolling.
Assuming it ever did.
* * * *
You can pretty much be sure, that once you are born,
It is only going to get worse, one sooner or later or another.
* * * *
You are not even the person, the identity, you imagine you were a moment ago.
The quantum nature never stops, until it morphs into a rock,
And then the rock keeps moving, too.
Maybe back into some other life form down the dream.
* * * *
Move to the back of the skull, into the brainstem,
Where the awareness began to be discerned,
Where awareness began its flowering.
* * * *
Seeking is such a long and winding and endless journey,
Because there is nothing to seek, because there is nothing to find.
There has never been any pot of gold loitering at the end of any rainbow.
Right here, right now, will be the same, any then, as it is, any now.
* * * *
All the death and suffering,
Our kind has wreaked upon our fellow earthlings and the world,
Is just plain sad, laced with pathetic.
* * * *
Likely our ancestors did not care about their world any more than we.
They just lacked the industry and technology and numbers,
To exercise the pinnacles of malfeasance,
To which their progeny have proved more than capable.
* * * *
Believers and atheists wage yap over whether or not there is a God,
As if all their quibbling over nothing more than speculation, really means something.
Agnostics do not pretend to know anything, and wander no-mindlessly, whatever garden is still around.
* * * *
Just another self-absorbed, self-promoting megalomaniac,
That history hails as great if they manage to snag the brass ring.
Especially if they or theirs get to narrate the chronicle.
Or somebody comes along later with an edit.
* * * *
Good things happen to bad people; bad things happen to bad people.
Good things happen to good people; bad things happen to good people.
The mystery does not differentiate, does not reward, does not care.
Despite what middlemen spout in all their glass cathedrals.
* * * *
Travel as fast as light might, darkness is always waiting it.
Think as fast as mind, as consciousness, might,
Awareness is always waiting for it.
* * * *
Give all the AI cheaters participation A's,
And let their someday paychecks do the weeding.
It will not long be easy to cheat those who hire and fire.
* * * *
How can you travel time if it does not exist,
And its sidekick, space, but quantum illusion.
* * * *
If the Jesus you are waiting for, is not the Jesus who was,
Then you will sail on by, like ships in the night.
Same with Buddha and all the others.
* * * *
Walk as if the mind-body was already dead; happily reaped.
Walk as if you were already back in eternity’s timeless bosom.
* * * *
How would it be even remotely possible, feasible, viable,
To create and destroy all that we have, in our 3.8 billion-year narrative,
Without all the permutations of Darwinian natural-selection, nature-nurture intrigue;
All the machinations, that brought us to this moment, in illusion’s delusion;
And then somehow, miraculously shed it all, to survive ourselves.
* * * *
Instead of going off on some desire-fear-dread thought,
Taking a deep breath, is always a good inward policy.
* * * *
Being just the pure awareness You are,
Letting go the world, letting go the illusion, is a rare feat.
Far easier to conquer the world than the mind.
* * * *
What need has the sage for the forbidden fruit?
What allure doe the tree of knowledge of good and evil offer,
The mind that is no longer drawn to the illusion-delusion of dualistic notion.
* * * *
The sentience of awareness cannot see without eyes.
The sentience of awareness cannot hear without ears.
The sentience of awareness cannot feel without nerves.
The sentience of awareness cannot smell without a nose.
The sentience of awareness cannot taste without a tongue.
The sentience of awareness cannot reason without a brain.
The sentience of awareness is an abyss without any other.
It is the quantum dust of creation that drives the matrix.
The sentience of awareness is simply eternal witness;
The ether in which all timelessly kaleidoscopes.
* * * *
Nothing, for farther than you can see.
Nothing, for farther than you can hear.
Nothing, for farther than you can feel.
Nothing, for farther than you can taste.
Nothing, for farther than you can smell.
Nothing, for farther than you can believe.
Nothing, for closer than all of the above.
* * * *
Fathom your innocence.
Fathom your forgiveness.
Fathom your compassion.
Fathom your contentment.
Fathom your truth,
Your Self.
* * * *
Every moment offers a choice:
Look, do not look.
Listen, do not listen.
Taste, do not taste.
Smell, do not smell.
Feel, do not feel.
Speak, do not speak.
Move, do not move.
Think, do not think.
Become, do not become.
Be, do not be.
Bam!
* * * *
Quantum churning.
Quantum magic.
Quantum dream.
Quantum time.
Quantum space.
Quantum mystery.
Quantum relativity.
Quantum indivisible.
Quantum ineffable.
Quantum immaculate.
Quantum unfathomable.
Quantum oblivion.
Quantum flawless.
Quantum solitude.
Quantum indelible.
Quantum unknown.
Quantum witness.
Quantum intangible.
Quantum intrinsic.
Quantum immortal.
Quantum indifference.
Quantum irrational.
Quantum emptiness.
Quantum unborn.
Quantum blameless.
Quantum undying.
Quantum inexpressible.
Quantum overwhelming.
Quantum indefinable.
Quantum observer.
Quantum deep.
Quantum timeless.
Quantum unspeakable.
Quantum indefinable.
Quantum untroubled.
Quantum spectator.
Quantum solo.
Quantum nihility.
Quantum imaginary.
Quantum ineradicable.
Quantum enduring.
Quantum permanence.
Quantum indiscernible.
Quantum impalpable.
Quantum obscurity.
Quantum faultless.
Quantum inscrutable.
Quantum unreadable.
Quantum mundane.
Quantum aloneness.
Quantum unstained.
Quantum tangible.
Quantum incomprehensible.
Quantum anonymous.
Quantum nameless.
Quantum average.
Quantum onlooker.
Quantum matchless.
Quantum unique.
Quantum peerless.
Quantum void.
Quantum unutterable.
Quantum absolute.
Quantum supreme.
Quantum unimaginable.
Quantum unicity.
Quantum whole.
Quantum incessant.
Quantum inconceivable.
Quantum unfastened.
Quantum infinity.
Quantum endless.
Quantum infinitesimal.
Quantum rational.
Quantum undeniable.
Quantum watcher.
Quantum detached.
Quantum nothingness.
Quantum perfect.
Quantum unintelligible.
Quantum meaninglessness.
Quantum inconsequential.
Quantum unrivaled.
Quantum inimitable.
Quantum incomparable.
Quantum spotless.
Quantum unbiased.
Quantum impeccable.
Quantum everlasting.
Quantum perpetual.
Quantum unconcerned.
Quantum ceaseless.
Quantum ageless.
Quantum full.
Quantum priceless.
Quantum impersonal.
Quantum absurdity.
Quantum aloof.
Quantum mysterious.
Quantum nonexistent.
Quantum fictional.
Quantum interminable.
Quantum eyewitness.
Quantum carefree.
Quantum enigmatic.
Quantum inexplicable.
Quantum empty.
Quantum indecipherable.
Quantum ordinary.
Quantum everlasting.
Quantum perception.
Quantum engrained.
Quantum impenetrable.
Quantum imperceptible.
Quantum eternal.
Quantum Self.
* * * *
Instead of always gathering, grasping, filling, amassing, mustering, marshalling, mobilizing;
Give releasing, give dispersing, give disbanding, give dissolving,
Give diffusing, give disappearing, a shot.
Be as nothing.
Just be You. The stillness, the motionlessness of awareness. That I Am.
Prior to consciousness, prior to time, prior to space, prior to all things imagined.
Prior to all things measurable, prior to all things infinitesimal, prior to all things infinite.
Prior to all things that are but ever-morphing clouds, dust balls in the immeasurable sky of eternity.
* * * *
Awareness is the void, the abyss, of eternity.
It is without time; it is without space.
It cannot be measured, for it has no essence.
Light cannot discern it, because it has no reflection.
It is nothingness, untouched by any cloud, by any universe.
It can only be comprehended by the mind given over to no-mind.
And in that, that is no gain or loss, there is no reward, there is only being.
* * * *
So many sustaining the illusion that they will not die,
Because they are truly different than everything else.
Some how, some way, they are going to cheat death.
Ergo, God.
* * * *
Other than playing the necessary politics of survival in the human paradigm,
What would it possibly matter what the dream of consciousness thinks of you?
* * * *
The human paradigm is a slow-motion train wreck.
With all the dystopian books and movies and world histories out there,
It is not hard to imagine how badly it will likely end.
Do you really need to see it?
* * * *
Can you stream through the illusion with minimal attachment,
No preferences, no gauging, no goals, no urgency, no concern?
* * * *
What is it about humankind that it is forever seeking answers to everything?
The churnings of imagination are beyond-all-reason insatiable;
Alas, that the unknown can never be known,
* * * *
Mother Nature is first and foremost teacher.
She will not be forgotten; she will not be forsaken.
She is judge, she is jury, she is executioner, of those who do.
* * * *
The kaleidoscoping swirl of instinctual desires and fears seem the likely forces,
That catalyzed, metabolized imagination, to gain such sway in the human paradigm.
* * * *
Regarding whether or not there is some supreme deity or deities on high,
You might not think there is, but do not know there is not.
Ergo, agnostic is the least tawdry label.
* * * *
Who else but scholars addicted to symposium fare,
Are even going to think about reading all this babbleon?
And that supposes it will ever even breach the Ivory Tower.
* * * *
The drive to be the big ape is likely in all males to some degree.
Terrorism, mass shootings, bar fights, road rage, bullying, trolling, rape, molestation, intimidation,
Are just a little ape’s way of playing it out when opportunity and mood allow.
* * * *
Amazing that few switches in the genome, determine whether you are born male or female.
Gender-ize it as you choose, how remarkable is it, that we all begin life as women,
And with just a few clicks in the chromo-zone, set course, that of a man.
What a mystery you are, to have naturally-selected all this.
* * * *
You think you just came into sentience just because a few quanta amalgamated and naturally selected?
You think you just came into sentience just because two seeds joined and grew in your mother's womb?
You think you just came into sentience just because the Self you are, is in any way cleaved from totality?
* * * *
Why feel shy or embarrassed or hesitant or concerned or doubtful,
About awakening to a greater vision of the ineffable mystery you are?
* * * *
Your entire life has been built upon the conditioning of the mind-body,
To true-believer believe, all it has through perception imagined.
It really does boil down to, to believe, or not to believe.
* * * *
You must enjoy and endure whatever level of intrigue,
From low card to flush, the genetic lottery has dealt.
* * * *
It is only possible to be that free in a totally detached state of mind.
Not all that Darwinian-functional if you are being chased by a tiger.
* * * *
What will the young do with the world …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
That their parents left them …
Back to the pool of origin some 3.7 billion-ish years ago,
On a spinning dust ball that took shape some 4.5-ish spins of the sun ago.
In a universe that is estimated to have big-banged some 13.8 billion-ish before-times ago.
And before that, is a beyond-gaping unknowable.
What an illusion you are.
* * * *
How many generations, since any given genetic line began,
Is yet another statistical guessing game for the busy-minders.
* * * *
Desire is the insatiable hunger to which all in imagination, at least occasionally succumb.
Fear and dread are the anticipation of suffering, of pain or loss or undesirable change.
All are induced by the chemistry of the electromagnetic nature of consciousness.
* * * *
Editing is about making something already good, even better.
No creation is complete, until the creator sets it aside, or dies.
* * * *
The entire human journey,
Since prior to climbing up into the treetops,
Has been a species-wide diaspora from the unknowable get-go.
A primeval algorithm configured by nature-nurture, in the Darwinian jungles of long ago.
* * * *
It may be fairly frightening, even irritating,
For many to begin fathoming they are the eternal,
Because up to this point, their manifest consciousness,
Has not even begun to open to that expansive an inner vision.
It is they who cling to one book, with all its dogmatic tribal traditions,
And ponder putting to torch or blade or many forms of torture,
Those who dare ponder, truth might be so much more.
* * * *
Understand the subtlety,
Between claiming you are god,
And simply being that which is eternal.
One can never be, and the other never was not.
* * *
Three-point-eight billion years of Darwinian fruition have gone into creating these two-legged blobs.
What are we but relatively miniscule organisms playing out relatively miniscule organism dreamtimes?
Identifying with the biological entity is the fountain of all imagination, of all illusion, of all delusion.
* * * *
The quantum cosmos is always in perfect balance.
"Research" is always well behind the actual algorithm.
Whether or not, life can survive that balance is the question.
* * * *
A mindful mind is one of attentive, intentional, eternal awareness,
Witnessing its version of the world, its version of creation.
* * * *
I am whatever you think I am.
You are whatever I think you are.
* * * *
So many trying so hard to stand out, to be an entity that counts.
To get their portion, and more, perhaps much, much more,
If such is their fate in the insatiability of imagination.
* * * *
Though you likely did not know it early on,
This was why you and I came into existence.
* * * *
You have experienced so many things, collected so many things,
And once you experienced them, possessed them,
How many still enticed you?
Or were you merely on the quest for the next?
* * * *
Everything is always subject to editing, unto the last breath;
And beyond, if another, or many others, takes up the banner.
* * * *
To truly be detached, to truly not care, what would that be like?
To not care about anyone, to not care about anything, even yourself,
What would be the state of mind? The quality of existence?
A needs research question, if ever there was one.
* * * *
Embrace the eternal awareness, the stillness, You are, have always been, will ever be.
In which the quantum matrix vibrates the illusion-delusion dreamtime.
It really does boil down to, to believe, or not to believe.
The other is the infection of imagination.
* * * *
The trouble with too little, is it is too little.
The trouble with too much, is it is too much.
The trouble with just right, is it is what it is.
* * * *
Nothingness has no notion.
Nothingness is without airs.
Nothingness knows no other.
Nothingness has no bounds.
Nothingness has no space.
Nothingness has no time.
* * * *
And from the humble beginnings of infancy, of childhood, of adolescence,
You wandered into the mundane world, and entered unto a void few discern.
* * * *
The powerful and rich and famous,
Are generally not powerful and rich and famous,
Because they are nice people.
* * * *
How is it autocracy must so often do it through such heartless tyranny?
Well, what else should we expect from such striving characters,
Drawn to their nature-nurture fate, as we all are, ours.
We are all predators, we are all prey, consuming in one way or another.
* * * *
Imagination is always rushing, rushing, rushing, on and on.
Though it can never be anywhere but right here, right now.
* * * *
Abiding in the singular moment, abiding in the singular awareness,
Is a close to full-stop, as is possible, in this kaleidoscoping matrix.
* * * *
Far more important to laugh than to love?
Or far more important to love than to laugh?
Or are both best intertwined, as the absurdists do?
* * * *
You are a chemistry set, come to life, a quantum organism,
Nature-nurture, naturally-selected, from an eternal bag of tricks.
* * * *
Still the mind, and the cacophony of sounds will be simultaneously, without discrimination, heard.
Add to it the other senses, and explore the sensory theater, the mind through every moment weaves.
* * * *
Some people can be so smart, so stupid, so self-absorbed,
They get too big for their breeches, and forget their ignorance.
* * * *
Your child-mind was likely very tabula-rasa, serenely still,
Until you were drawn into the world, the cosmos, you created.
And relatively few minds not churning with every sort of thought.
* * * *
Heaven, bliss, ecstasy, rapture, nirvana, liberation,
Is right here, right now, if it is Your fate to discern it.
* * * *
All I can do is point it out, articulate it, and then it is on you, all alone,
An embryonic collection, and embryonic mishmash, of crunchy-chewy-gooey,
Cast into existence by Darwinian natural selection and nature-nurture,
To figure out whatever it is you are destined to figure out.
There is no test to take; there is no paper to write.
There is only living it out, best you can.
* * * *
This cannot be taught.
You are on your own, totally alone,
For as far as you take it, for as far as it takes you.
* * * *
What is this very human peculiarity, this very human idiosyncrasy
For there to always to be meaning and purpose, always wanting it to be more than it is.
The addictive euphoria of imagination, imagining everything conceivable,
Takes the paradigm to an end entirely of its own making.
* * * *
Rest assured, the real You can never perish, for the real You were never born.
Only perceived by the naturally-selected evolution of imagination,
That can ever be more than witness to the essential nature,
To which it gives time, to which it gives space,
To which it gives meaning and purpose,
For an eternity which has nothing for anything imagined,
The mortal body is a but a chrysalis for eternity to blossom into nirvana.
* * * *
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* * * *
The pharaoh’s dream.
The queen’s dream.
The counselor’s dream.
The politician’s dream.
The bureaucrat’s dream.
The soldier’s dream.
The terrorist’s dream.
The farmer’s dream.
The worker’s dream.
The slave’s dream.
The teacher’s dream.
The healer’s dream.
The husband’s dream.
The wife’s dream.
The brother’s dream.
The sister’s dream.
The child’s dream.
The infant’s dream.
The male’s dream.
The female’s dream.
The queer’s dream.
The ancestor’s dream.
The seed’s dream.
The banker’s dream.
The tradesman’s dream.
The craftsman’s dream.
The artist’s dream.
The gambler’s dream.
The harlot’s dream.
The lover’s dream.
The hater’s dream.
The criminal’s dream.
The murder’s dream.
The actor’s dream.
The priest’s dream.
The philosopher’s dream.
The dreamer’s dream.
The reaper’s dream.
Anyone’s dream.
Your dream.
All the same dream, in different guises, in different roles.
Where can there be any boundary, when imagination is at play?
Where can there be any boundary, when it is in awareness that it glides?
Where can there be any boundary, when it is You who is witness?
* * * *
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* * * *
Forget who you are sometimes.
Forget what you are sometimes.
Forget where you are sometimes.
Forget when you are sometimes.
Forget why you are sometimes.
Forget how you are sometimes.
* * * *
Another day of dreaming.
Another day of enduring.
Another day of longing.
Another day of fearing.
Another day of dreading.
Another day of crying.
Another day of hating.
Another day of loving.
Another day of laughing.
Another day of dreaming.
What a magic carpet, imagination.
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* * * *
What good is a chef who cannot taste?
What good is a painter who cannot see?
What good is a musician who cannot hear?
What good is a perfumer who cannot smell?
What good is a masseuse who cannot feel?
What good is a thinker who cannot think?
* * * *
Whether it is creative or destructive,
Whether it is expansive or contractive,
Whether it is known or unknown,
Whether it is rational or absurd,
Whether it is real or unreal,
Whether it is true or false,
Whether it is right or wrong,
Whether it is clear or unclear,
Whether it is fair or unfair,
Whether it is good or bad,
Whether it is weak or strong,
Whether it is like or unlike,
Whether it is early or late,
Whether it is love or hate,
Whether it is simple or complex,
Whether it is before or after,
Whether it is tame or wild,
Whether it is thick or thin,
Whether it is sweet or sour,
Whether it is hot or cold,
Whether it is free or restricted,
Whether it is hard or soft,
Whether it is high or low,
Whether it is gratis or priceless,
Whether it is appealing or revolting,
Whether it is singular or dual,
Whether it is fast or slow,
Whether it is course or fine,
Whether it is heavy or light,
Whether it is light or dark,
Whether it is clean or dirty,
Whether it is long or short,
Whether it is shiny or dull,
Whether it is big or small,
Whether it is singular or dual,
Whether it is similar or different,
Whether it is wet or dry,
Whether it is well or unwell,
Whether it is one or two,
Whether it is yes or no,
Whether it is black or white,
Whether it is something or nothing,
Is up to You.
* * * *
Any man worth his salt would have a harem, if time and circumstance allowed.
He might have a favorite or so, but few dicks can long resist the temptations of variety.
That is why women have evolved the instinct to manipulate the lower mind to their advantage.
Men may conquer their worlds, and perhaps even themselves, but the feminine mystic holds the reigns;
At least for a time, if they have honey and wit and resolve, to entice unwary men into their web.
As suits the instincts, the genetic material has naturally selected, in its Darwinian game.
* * * *
When you are drained and frayed and bored beyond all limits,
Contemplate your hovel as you would a vacation resort,
And things may well take a slightly brighter hue.
* * * *
The greatest, most profound philosopher-mystic,
The world, the cosmos, has never known,
Never wrote or said even one word.
* * * *
You are sovereign of your manifest world,
Your cosmos, your domain, your dream, your Self.
What other can persuade you, convince you, anything less?
And why would you even entertain the notion?
* * * *
Is it truly worth engaging with those who cross your path,
Depends on your character, depends on the given moment.
There is no telling where the spin of a conversation can lead,
So one must always be willing to endure the consequences.
* * * *
There will likely be something for you,
Wherever you open or scroll these many pages.
This sort of soliloquy can work that way.
* * * *
Something you said, something you did, perhaps years ago,
May well be remembered, in some mind, some server, somewhere,
So, stay alert, pay attention, be cautious, be ready; it is a treacherous dream.
* * * *
To calculate how things will be perceived, to weigh possible outcomes, is the art of politics.
To which our kind is genetically inclined, but requires great wit and good fortune, to master.
* * * *
When it comes to mating choices,
Is this a good seed line? Will it spawn a life worth living?
Should be heavily weighted on the questionnaire.
* * * *
Every little boy, every little girl, as well as every other sentient creature,
Starts off totally unaware of how nature-nurture will caress and flay them.
* * * *
You are a drop of the quantum ocean.
You are a particle of the quantum creation.
You are sovereign witness to all things eternal.
Solitary witness to all things unto the mystery of Self.
* * * *
Without memory, there would be no consciousness, there would be no imagination.
There would be no creation, there would be no preservation, there would be no destruction.
There would be only the eternal moment, as perceived by whatever senses are there to perceive it.
Space and time are entirely the creations of biological patterns morphing the reveries of quantum design.
The sensory theater has no ultimate reality, whatsoever, other than what humankind imagines it.
* * * *
Listen to the insights of wisdom, or its shadow, pain and suffering,
Will be only too willing to give as many tutorials as are required.
* * * *
To wonder, to ponder, how things will be perceived by others,
Is the tribal aspect, the art of politics, to which our kind is inclined.
Assumptions, presumptions, conjectures, suppositions, guesses,
Deductions, opinions, hypotheses, premises, speculations,
Is why the future-past is ever-kaleidoscoping as it is.
* * * *
Whether or not you have the doubt to discern it fully, you are the mystery.
You have always been the mystery; you will always be the mystery.
Love it, hate it, fear it, condemn it, dread it, ignore it, worship it,
It will always be the ever-present question, the ever-present moment,
To which there is no answer; only witnessing whatever dreams may come.
* * * *
Supreme being is not some celestial entity in any way separate from anything.
It is a state of awareness; a state of omnipresence, omniscience, omnipotence.
A state in in which all are part and party to every moment the moment divines.
* * * *
The big apes will always be in charge of those within reach of their clubs.
All the masses can hope, is that they are reasonably benevolent, reasonably kind.
The cruel ones are a bitch, and death, theirs or yours, by whatever means, the only out.
* * * *
Why do you allow any desire, any fear, any dread, any passion at all, to grip you?
Unclench the mind, let go all thought, let go all that is imagined, be the whole mind.
* * * *
If you believe you truly have free will,
Choose something you always think about,
And try to never think about it ever again.
* * * *
How many more meaningless, predictable research projects,
Must we entertain, to maintain the science welfare program?
* * * *
From the long-term genomic perspective, domestication only destabilizes the Darwinian instinct.
Unnatural selection – the thriving of the inadequate – weakens, damages, undermines, dilutes, sabotages,
The natural selection process that allowed the given genomic sequence to reach this point in time.
What will become of all the life forms once their anchorages are no longer sustained,
Is a dystopian narrative that none now living can more than speculate.
* * * *
There is nothing herein that has not been said or written,
In some other space, some other time, some other culture, some other language,
But to have it all under one roof, in the lingua franca of these times, this mind; well, how lucky is that?
Best leave all your paltry all-that-glitters-is-not-gold gorp at the door.
This rabbit hole will not abide it.
* * * *
Why do you allow any desire to grip you?
Why do you allow any fear to grip you?
Why do you allow any dread to grip you?
Why do you allow any passion to grip you?
Unclench the mind, let go all thought.
Let go all that is but imaginary.
Be the whole mind.
* * * *
This is the real virtual reality,
Why would you want it to be more?
Why would you believe it could be more?
Why would you make-believe it could be more?
Why would you hope it could be more?
Why would you pretend it could be more?
Why would you dream it could be more?
Why would you fathom it could be more?
Why would you aspire it could be more?
Why would you need it could be more?
Why would you crave it could be more?
Why would you covet it could be more?
Why would you fancy it could be more?
Why would you require it could be more?
Why would you wish it could be more?
Why would you suppose it could be more?
Why would you deem it could be more?
Why would you judge it could be more?
Why would you credit it could be more?
Why would you trust it could be more?
Why would you plan it could be more?
Why would you expect it could be more?
Why would you anticipate it could be more?
Why would you yearn it could be more?
Why would you long it could be more?
Why would you fantasize it could be more?
Why would you play it could be more?
Why would you invent it could be more?
Why would you play-act it could be more?
Why would you feign it could be more?
Why would you divine it could be more?
Why would you measure it could be more?
Why would you sound it could be more?
Why would you gauge it could be more?
Why would you probe it could be more?
Why would you promise it could be more?
Why would you understand it could be more?
Why would you comprehend it could be more?
Why would you grasp it could be more?
Why would you demand it could be more?
Why would you insist it could be more?
Why would you claim it could be more?
Why would you petition it could be more?
Why would you mandate it could be more?
Why would you plea it could be more?
Why would you command it could be more?
Why would you order it could be more?
Why would you stipulate it could be more?
Why would you exact it could be more?
Why would you assert it could be more?
Why would you contend it could be more?
Why would you swear it could be more?
Why would you aver it could be more?
Why would you vow it could be more?
Why would you hold it could be more?
Why would you construct it could be more?
Why would you engineer it could be more?
Why would you manufacture it could be more?
Why would you formulate it could be more?
Why would you devise it could be more?
Why would you form it could be more?
Why would you assemble it could be more?
Why would you fake it could be more?
Why would you contrive it could be more?
Why would you concoct it could be more?
Why would you invent it could be more?
Why would you design it could be more?
Why would you develop it could be more?
Why would you care it could be more?
Why would you pray it could be more?
Why would you sift it could be more?
Why would you dredge it could be more?
Why would you seek it could be more?
Why would you build it could be more?
Why would you counterfeit it could be more?
Why would you fabricate it could be more?
Why would you style it could be more?
Why would you originate it could be more?
Why would you declare it could be more?
Why would you imagine it could be more?
More, more, more, there is no more.
It is what it is, that’s all folks.
* * * *
What is a seer, a sage, a mystic, but a mind given over to the mystery.
A mind capable of journeying any and every way, to which its patterning is disposed.
One able to embrace the oblivion from which all fates are born, the oblivion to which all fates return.
One able to walkabout existence, with the whisper of death a constant companion.
Be at peace, be serene, let the Fates take you where they will.
* * * *
You are your world, he is his, she is hers, they are theirs.
No need to despise another over something that cannot be changed.
Be and allow is the greatest order; the Golden Rule, its most harmonious tenet.
Treat others as you would prefer them to treat you.
All else is redundant.
* * * *
When was it that the masters of the game finally figured out,
It was far easier and more motivating to have the slaves,
House and clothe and feed and govern themselves?
* * * *
Humankind’s fascination with all the latest technologies, most so quickly obsolete,
Is a pathway down from which there is no return, and a garden left in ruin and despair.
* * * *
Your dreamtime, your world, your cosmos, and everything in it, is imagined.
None of it, anything more, than an electromagnetic-spectrum-quantum matrix.
* * * *
All your stress, all your dread, all your fear,
Is the response, the scar tissue, of all that the mind-body has endured.
Whether or not it is possible to undo the tree rings, is one of those many needs-research inquiries.
* * * *
From the slime of your father and mother’s seeds joined, arbitrarily amalgamated in your mother’s womb,
You have morphed from one moment to the next in a mind-body cast from life’s long-ago origin.
Molded, shaped, by the environment of whatever time, whatever space, you were cast.
To believe you had any choice in it, to believe you have any choice in it,
Or to believe it was all the plan of some all-seeing deity,
Are all remarkable leaps of imagination.
It is a mystery, to which all answers are but speculation.
* * * *
The ever-hungry, aggrieved world, is already feeding off the carcass of Pax Americana.
No need to annihilate it completely, for it is far more useful as a sleepwalker than a cadaver.
* * * *
The winds of consciousness, of imagination, through the eternal mind’s eye,
Is locked on, to what it can see and hear and smell and taste and touch.
To all things tangible, in this indivisible matrix of quantum design.
It cannot long endure the stillness of awareness, the timelessness of now,
And fashions every distraction, to entice the mind into its willy-nilly usurpation.
* * * *
The resumption of right-relationship with Mother Nature, with the rules of the game,
Is for the future to discern, in the ruins, the scar tissue, of a Darwinian garden undone.
* * * *
The food industry has been allowed to diminish civilization,
And we all accomplices, collaborators, accessories, to one degree or another.
Vanity and greed, narcissism and hedonism, have cast this world into an unenviable future-past.
Such is the journey of unnatural selection; is Darwin spinning or laughing in his grave?
* * * *
All that has ever happened since Creation,
From a particle of dust to the farthest reaches,
Is why you are right here, right now, imbibing this.
It is an indivisible matrix of quantum design.
With, or without, some divine designer,
It is ever the same mystery,
As are You.
* * * *
All perspectives in time and space are relative to the point from which they are perceived.
A life of reflection is not for all; more are required to churn the world that makes it possible.
* * * *
The world we as a species have fashioned –
Overpopulated, full of violence, poisoned in every way imaginable –
Is not the one for which the hunter-gatherer was designed, and many are suffering for it,
Because their nature-nurture, their frame of reference, does not have what it takes to acclimate.
The rules of the quantum matrix are ever the same, and the nightmare is only just getting underway.
* * * *
The future, imagined, is the past projected.
In truth, there is no such thing as space, there is no such thing as time.
No matter the illusion, both past and future are the dreamy fabrications of imagination born of mind.
Only the awareness, only the eternal now, only oblivion, is real.
* * * *
Any translator bent on accurate translation,
Requires the wit to ever-expand beyond his limits,
Into whatever frame of reference is posed for translation.
Achieving the most accurate renditions require an earnest diligence,
An inherent integrity, an innate veracity, an intrinsic rightness,
Which who knows, how many, or how few, possess.
* * * *
Does the lion ponder the ethics of gorging upon an antelope, or an antelope, a blade of grass?
Nature has no attachment to the ceaseless vagaries, the absurdities, of human consciousness.
* * * *
It is a curious thing how preoccupied so many are about life on other planets,
When we have so thoroughly twisted and trampled and destroyed life on our own.
* * * *
We all play it real,
Because we have no choice.
Hotel California of the quantum blend:
“We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.
‘Relax,’ said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave.’ ”
* * * *
Nothing you have done with your relatively brief, relatively humdrum, relatively meaningless existence,
Will make any difference to the multitudes who have never even known you exist.
Only imagination’s vanity makes you believe otherwise.
* * * *
Who is not sitting in constant thumbs-up-thumbs-down judgement of the world about them?
Consciousness itself is judge, jury, executioner; awareness is, without any concern, whatsoever.
* * * *
Strategy is a plan of action or policy designed to achieve a major or overall aim.
Tactic is an action or strategy carefully planned to achieve a specific end.
Strategies and tactics are a vibrant partnership, ever morphing as one,
And should always be open to question, to change, to evolution,
As time and circumstance allow, as time and circumstance demand.
* * * *
Deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA) is the self-replicating material that is present
In nearly all living organisms as the main constituent of chromosomes.
It is the carrier of genetic information since life’s origin on this dust ball,
And is not concerned whether it passes on consensually or non-consensually.
It has no ethical binds born of consciousness; all that matters is that it passes on.
It is the closest thing to immortality this garden has ever, and perhaps will ever create.
* * * *
Why wouldn't the mystery want to experience every possibility?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience anything and everything?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a particle of dust?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a universe?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a world?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an ant?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a sloth?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a raccoon?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a clam?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a rock?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a snake?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being giraffe?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being fly?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a tree?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a weed?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a flower?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being wave?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being chimpanzee?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a dinosaur?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being slug?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a bird?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being frog?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being brick?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an automobile?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a chair?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being cloud?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a mountain?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a gopher?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a pencil?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a computer?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a spider?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being deer?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a tiger?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a whale?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a garbage dump?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being submarine?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a satellite?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a lobster?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a beer can?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a salamander?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a microbe?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a urinal?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a virus?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being fireplace?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a taxi?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a dewdrop?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a tank?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a missile?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a log?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a fence?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an island?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a bottle?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being statue?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a forest?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a mushroom?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a wolf?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a prairie?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a housecat?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an eagle?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being antelope?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a kettle?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a tortoise?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being piece of lint?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a painting?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a waterfall?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a sword?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a house?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an alligator?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a star?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a shield?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a chimney
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being an ocean?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a hat?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a volcano?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a moon?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a diamond?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a screwdriver?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a fork?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a guitar?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a buffalo?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a doll?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a peach?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being radio?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a drug?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a book?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a building?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being river?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a bucket?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being desert?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being golf ball?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being mineshaft?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being tractor?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being wagon?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a parachute?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a reef?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a hurricane?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a couch?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being pond?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a butterfly?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being pile of dung?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being anything?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being everything?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being a human being?
Why wouldn’t the mystery want to experience being you?
* * * *
What is a philosopher?
Cynic, skeptic, doubter, misanthropist, scoffer, doubter, pessimist,
Questioner, disparager, detractor, malcontent, loner, recluse, dilletante.
As pointless as pointless can be; the final chapter existence offers, to be sure.
* * * *
Your destiny has always been whatever is unfolding in your sensory mind-body.
There is absolutely nothing to change, there is absolutely nothing that can be changed.
You are the awareness, the totality, the mystery, witnessing the dream into which it was cast.
* * * *
Scrape away everything that is imaginary, everything that is illusory, everything that is delusionary –
Your knowledge, your things, your memories, everything whirling about your consciousness –
And what is left, but the ineffable, timeless, ungraspable awareness that You truly are.
* * * *
Whether or not your brief existence, and all the knowledge and wisdom you may have gleaned,
Will be warehoused by the quantum matrix, be stored in some great eternal library,
Is but the idle speculation of those still bound in the space-time dream.
Read by the five senses, fashioned by central processing unit,
The cosmos, the kaleidoscoping illusion, is spun,
In the only moment the mystery of eternity has to offer.
* * * *
True believers in any religion (a.k.a., cult) should read 1 Corinthians 13:11 a little more closely.
Whoever scribed it way back when, was speaking to them, not the non-believers, not the critical thinkers.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put aside childish things.
Think about it.
* * * *
Who can help be what they are,
In the part they have been allotted by the genetic lottery,
In the part they have been dealt by the nature-nurture choicelessnesses of all creation?
All are the same awareness, playing out the manifest dream,
Of the quantum sands of time.
* * * *
We and all the myriad creatures who have ever inhabited this garden world,
Are little more than scrabbling microbes on a spinning dust ball,
In a dust storm, in the ethereal abyss of awareness.
Only vanity believes itself, fashions itself, large and important.
* * * *
If you want to meet the demon, peer into your darkest, most perverse, most cruel thoughts.
If you want to be the demon, carry out your darkest, most perverse, most cruel thoughts.
In every moment, a choice.
* * * *
Existence is a daily grapple with the limitations of consciousness.
True humility is a mind given over to the timelessness of awareness.
* * * *
You do not ask to be free; you take the reins, and assume it so.
Even in the darkest, most torturous moments, you can be sovereign.
* * * *
Yes, everybody else is making it up, too.
That is what will always give imagination the edge,
That dooms the human paradigm to a very unpleasant decline and fall,
Into a sea of consequences, for all we have done, for not being better stewards of our garden.
If perchance scattered pockets manage to survive for ten thousand more years,
It will have to include a resurrection of our roles as guardians,
As protectors of right relationship with nature,
The one and only actual law.
* * * *
If it involves time, if it involves space,
If it embraces any movement of consciousness,
Imagination, and all its illusions and delusions, are at play,
And may be duly ignored by those given over to the abyss of eternity.
* * * *
You can bet the dystopian future now spreading its wings, will not be some idyllic Shangri-La.
It will likely be very brutal; as harsh or harsher, than anything humankind has heretofore endured.
The world will grow large again, and every geography will respond as time and circumstance sanction.
When Rome declined and fell, the abyss was filled by every variety of despotism imagination has to offer.
Without an all-but-impossible paradigm shift, the human debacle will continue its march to extinction.
* * * *
Extinction is nothing new in upon this spinning orb.
More than 99 percent of all species that ever lived on Earth,
Amounting to over five billion species, are estimated to have died out.
It is estimated that there are currently around 8.7 million species of eukaryote globally,
And possibly many times more if microorganisms, like bacteria, are included.
The remarkable thing about what scientists are calling the Anthropocene,
Is that it will have been largely through the unsurpassed efforts,
Of Mother Nature’s most ground-breaking creations.
What phoenix will arise, is anybody’s guess.
Rest assured, it will not be pretty.
* * * *
The number one problem is the problem-maker, the mind born of imagination.
The challenge is to discipline the given mind as a problem-solver,
And to disengage it when there is nothing to solve.
* * * *
Hats off to anyone who can discern their story dysfunctional,
And be determined and disciplined enough to change course.
* * * *
Alas for fame that You relish anonymity.
Alas for greed that You have more than enough.
Alas for power that You allow all to go their own way.
Alas for vanity that You know it not real.
Eternity is subject to none.
Awareness is all.
* * * *
How did imagination begin but through very gradual evolution, very gradual natural selection,
That is estimated to have begun 140 million years-ish ago in the jungles of Africa.
Something to do with memory cells gradually gaining enough oomph,
To start working together to counterfeit a sense of identity,
And the rest is the chaos of vanity and greed,
Given the name history, for the lack of a better word.
On the evolution of imagination, from Wikipedia:
Phylogenetic acquisition of imagination was a gradual process.
The simplest form of imagination, REM-sleep dreaming,
evolved in mammals with acquisition of REM sleep 140 million years ago.
Spontaneous insight improved in primates
with acquisition of the lateral prefrontal cortex 70 million years ago.
After hominins split from the chimpanzee line 6 million years ago
they further improved their imagination.
Prefrontal analysis was acquired 3.3 million years ago
when hominins started to manufacture Mode One stone tools.
Progress in stone tools culture to Mode Two stone tools by 2 million years ago
signify remarkable improvement of prefrontal analysis.
The most advanced mechanism of imagination, prefrontal synthesis,
was likely acquired by humans around 70,000 years ago
and resulted in behavioral modernity.
This leap toward modern imagination has been characterized by paleoanthropologists
as the "Cognitive revolution", "Upper Paleolithic Revolution", and the "Great Leap Forward".
And where is this cognitive revolution, this upper-paleolithic revolution, this great leap forward,
Irrevocably taking we two-leggeds, and many if not all, of the life forms in this world,
But down an ever-accelerating-exponential path to a very dystopian extinction.
To survive what it has through human consciousness over millions of years fashioned,
Imagination would need to, and rather quickly, mutate a wholistic, less individualistic platform.
Whether that is possible in this snail-paced, naturally-selective garden, seems more than a little unlikely.
And thus, will the rise of consciousness in this tiny iota of the mystery, fall upon its own sword,
And the vain hope that humankind might somehow shine its light across the cosmos,
Be forever dashed upon the austere reality, that it never really mattered,
That it was never more than a fallacious blip of absurdity.
And the eternal abyss, will eternally abyss, as it eternally does.
* * * *
Awareness does not think.
Awareness does not see.
Awareness does not hear.
Awareness does not taste.
Awareness does not smell.
Awareness does not feel.
Awareness does not desire
Awareness does not dread.
Awareness does not fear.
Awareness does not recall.
Awareness does not hate.
Awareness does not care.
Awareness does not hesitate.
Awareness does not suffer.
Awareness does not anger.
Awareness does not unhappy.
Awareness does not distress
Awareness does not happy.
Awareness does not joy.
Awareness does not elate.
Awareness does not gloomy.
Awareness does not regret.
Awareness does not divide.
Awareness does not discern.
Awareness does not surprise.
Awareness does not disgust.
Awareness does not happy.
Awareness does not sorrow.
Awareness does not joy.
Awareness does not choose.
Awareness does not content.
Awareness does not bliss.
Awareness does not exult.
Awareness does not accept.
Awareness does not deny.
Awareness does not love.
Awareness does not passion.
Awareness does not evolve.
Awareness does not change.
This dream is entirely quantum faire.
The universe but a matrix born of the imaginary mind.
Awareness is the clear endless sky, the mystery in its entirety, You truly are.
It does not participate, it does not regulate, it does not adjudicate, it does not concern its Self, in any way,
But without it, none of it would be possible.
* * * *
In times not all that long ago,
A person's geography determined their world.
If you were born in the mountains, that was all you knew.
If you were born on an island, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a valley, that was all you knew.
If you were born on a plain, that was all you knew.
If you were born by the sea, that was all you knew.
If you were born on a mesa, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a forest, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a desert, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a wetland, that was all you knew.
But these modern times subscribe to an infinite cosmos.
And in all these differences, the relativity of all is ascertained.
* * * *
You do not really exist.
Your mind-body is energy.
Your perceptions are illusions.
Your ideas and beliefs are delusions.
Your possessions have no reality, either.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Party on, in your Yellow Brick Road walkabout,
Or get a shotgun, and leave a Rorschach on some wall.
* * * *
The ineffable, eternally ineffable.
The indivisible, eternally indivisible.
The immaculate, eternally immaculate.
The unfathomable, eternally unfathomable.
The oblivion, eternally oblivion.
The flawless, eternally flawless.
The solitary, eternally solitary.
The indelible, eternally indelible.
The unknowable, eternally unknowable.
The witness, eternally witness.
The intangible, eternally intangible.
The intrinsic, eternally intrinsic.
The immortal, eternally immortal.
The indifferent, eternally indifferent.
The irrational, eternally irrational.
The emptiness, eternally emptiness.
The unborn, eternally unborn.
The blameless, eternally blameless.
The undying, eternally undying.
The inexpressible, eternally inexpressible.
The overwhelming, eternally overwhelming.
The indefinable, eternally indefinable.
The observer, eternally observer.
The deep, eternally deep.
The timeless, eternally timeless.
The unspeakable, eternally unspeakable.
The indefinable, eternally indefinable.
The untroubled, eternally untroubled.
The spectator, eternally spectator.
The solo, eternally solo.
The nihility, eternally nihility.
The imaginary, eternally imaginary.
The ineradicable, eternally ineradicable.
The enduring, eternally enduring.
The permanent, eternally permanent.
The indiscernible, eternally indiscernible.
The impalpable, eternally impalpable.
The obscure, eternally obscure.
The faultless, eternally faultless.
The mundane, eternally mundane.
The alone, eternally alone.
The unstained, eternally unstained.
The average, eternally average.
The onlooker, eternally onlooker.
The matchless, eternally matchless.
The unique, eternally unique.
The peerless, eternally peerless.
The unspeakable, eternally unspeakable.
The void, eternally void.
The unutterable, eternally unutterable.
The absolute, eternally absolute.
The supreme, eternally supreme.
The unimaginable, eternally unimaginable.
The unicity, eternally unicity.
The whole, eternally whole.
The incessant, eternally incessant.
The inconceivable, eternally inconceivable.
The unfastened, eternally unfastened.
The infinite, eternally infinite.
The endless, eternally endless.
The infinitesimal, eternally infinitesimal.
The rational, eternally rational.
The undeniable, eternally undeniable.
The watcher, eternally watcher.
The detached, eternally detached.
The nothingness, eternally nothingness.
The perfect, eternally perfect.
The unrivaled, eternally unrivaled.
The inimitable, eternally inimitable.
The incomparable, eternally incomparable.
The spotless, eternally spotless.
The unbiased, eternally unbiased.
The impeccable, eternally impeccable.
The everlasting, eternally everlasting.
The perpetual, eternally perpetual.
The unconcerned, eternally unconcerned.
The ceaseless, eternally ceaseless.
The ageless, eternally ageless.
The priceless, eternally priceless.
The impersonal, eternally impersonal.
The absurdity, eternally absurdity.
The aloof, eternally aloof.
The mysterious, eternally mysterious.
The nonexistent, eternally nonexistent.
The fictional, eternally fictional.
The interminable, eternally interminable.
The eyewitness, eternally eyewitness
The carefree, eternally carefree.
The enigmatic, eternally enigmatic.
The inscrutable, eternally inscrutable.
The unreadable, eternally unreadable.
The inexplicable, eternally inexplicable.
The indecipherable, eternally indecipherable.
The incomprehensible, eternally incomprehensible.
The unintelligible, eternally unintelligible.
The meaningless, eternally meaningless.
The inconsequential, eternally inconsequential.
The anonymous, eternally anonymous.
The nameless, eternally nameless.
The ordinary, eternally ordinary.
The lasting, eternally lasting.
The perceiver, eternally perceiver.
The engrained, eternally engrained.
The impenetrable, eternally impenetrable.
The imperceptible, eternally imperceptible.
* * * *
What a curious thing, the quest for immortality.
Someday, long after this dust ball garden has been consumed by the sun,
And the galaxy has fallen into a black hole, and that hole is eventually victim to the dissipating universe,
The immortals, imprisoned by their attachment to decrepit, likely pain-ridden bodies,
Are going to be very much alone, floating about in the eternal abyss,
Hoping yet another universe will somehow kickstart,
And a habitable world, magically appear.
It may take a few billion or trillion years or so,
And a great deal of torturous agony for those determined not to die,
But the solitary wait for a new dreamtime will be worth it, if there are handicap ramps aplenty.
* * * *
One hundred and fifty years ago, before electricity, before oil,
This garden orb was a dark little dust ball, spinning away in the void.
Now it is a dust ball, with a bit more glimmer, still spinning away in the void.
And the void does not give a hoot about it, nor any of the organisms wandering its face.
* * * *
A gazillion yesterdays all transpired in the same awareness, the same eternal now.
A gazillion tomorrows will all transpire in the same awareness, the same eternal now.
The gazillion yesterdays and tomorrows, are the same awareness, are the same eternal now.
* * * *
The challenge for any dancer, is tangoing equally well with all, or at least as many as you are capable,
Given that you are more than likely still caught up in the riptides of vanity,
The fog of war that pervades our Darwinian roots.
* * * *
Taking the reins of your mind, is life's biggest challenge.
Conquering the world is child's play in comparison.
* * * *
It is less than about being chosen,
Than it is being handed a nature-nurture script,
And extemporaneously playing the seed as the moment unfolds.
Free will looking forward, fate looking back; there is really no choice in any of it.
* * * *
History is all about those who could get along, and those who could not,
And which ones had the longer fangs, the sharper claws, the bigger clubs.
* * * *
You need not bend to the mind-body that is orchestrating your world, your universe.
You need not bend to the mind-body hypnotized into believing it all real.
To stand alone, free of all illusion, is life’s greatest challenge,
For those called to travel the path less traveled.
* * * *
May as well be in plain sight, for those lacking the eye.
May as well be Greek, for those lacking the ear.
Eyes that see, ears that hear, are few and far between.
There is no predicting who might be round any given bend.
* * * *
See if you can approach the given moment,
Without all the craving, without all the fear, without all the dread,
Without all the whatever, imagination ever concocts.
* * * *
The universe will hold together just fine without your aid.
Set it down, Atlas, and enjoy the walkabout as best you can.
* * * *
Humankind’s ability to survive, to vanquish or enslave, any and all,
Is now all tangled up in its inability to adopt to a different strategy as a species.
It is the destiny of all creation that it will ever fall beneath the grinding wheel of destruction,
And the future will be paying the price for our arrogance, until the last two-legged is finally extinguished.
* * * *
Imagination is both angel and demon in this ‘anything goes’ sensory playhouse.
We are all scrunched together, believing our parts in this quantum theater, real and true,
And all of it nothing more than sensory-inspired separation born of imagination.
* * * *
Outer babble and inner babble,
Combine to keep You believing it all real and true.
You must die to time and space to see the eternal You, You ever are.
* * * *
All mental illness, no matter the label, has at its common denominator,
Taking one’s imaginary self, and its imaginary cosmos, far too seriously.
And the resulting dysfunctionality, plays havoc on they, and all they touch.
* * * *
If this does not make you wet,
Go back to whatever you were doing.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
* * * *
The roots of Self-doubt all boil down to a seed of pain and suffering.
And what to do with that seed, is to realize its imaginary origin,
With which you abide, because you believe it real and true.
* * * *
Imagine what everyone looks like just below those few layers of dead flesh.
The crunchy-chewy-gooey, laid bare, likely all looking pretty much the same.
* * * *
The moment is the time machine, the flying carpet,
From which you gaze out into the mystery you are.
* * * *
History has proven times beyond counting upon this Planet of the Apes,
That there is always someone who will do the dirty deeds if the pot is right.
* * * *
What is light, what is sound, what is taste, what is smell, what is sensation,
To those who cannot see, cannot hear, cannot taste, cannot smell, cannot feel?
Any given universe is extremely fragile when the senses cannot ply their illusions.
* * * *
All life forms are prey; quarry to some mortal form’s hunger at some point.
Every creature ever fashioned upon this spinning garden world,
Has been a natural born killer in one niche or another.
Very likely that every other organism in this Darwinian theater,
Would do to this world the same as our kind, had they the anatomy and wit.
* * * *
Every mind has a frame of reference to which it clings.
Science may be more rational and exacting and articulate,
But it is no less a belief system than any other belief system.
Is it even possible to discern and function in absolute relativity?
* * * *
It is You, and You alone,
Who every moment, chooses freedom or imprisonment.
Attention the key; inattention the jailer.
* * * *
Always rushing, rushing, rushing, into the future,
As if imagination can get you there any faster than the timeless moment allows.
Be still, Master Quantum.
* * * *
Who can begin to predict the changes that will come about,
With all we have done to unleash the periodic table upon this garden.
The Darwinian purity forever ripped asunder; a cesspool of un-natural selection.
* * * *
Imagination is only as powerful as your inattention to the given moment.
It is entirely reliant upon its capacity, its ability, to entice You into its dreamtime web.
Entirely at the mercy of your being mesmerized-hypnotized-brainwashed into playing its vanity game.
Without your unwitting participation, without your instinctive collusion,
It dissipates into the nothingness You are.
* * * *
The hunger that was once instinctual, once a set-piece of natural selection,
Has become, through human consciousness, a horror of cancerous proportion.
* * * *
If you cannot hear what is being written, then this feast is not for you.
Maybe down the road, after you have done a bit more living and dying.
* * * *
Scrape away everything that is imaginary, everything that is illusory, everything that is delusionary –
Your knowledge, your things, your memories, everything whirling about your consciousness –
And what is left, but the ineffable, timeless, ungraspable awareness that You truly are.
* * * *
Whether or not your brief existence, and all the knowledge and wisdom you may have gleaned,
Will be warehoused by the quantum matrix, be stored in some great eternal library,
Is but the idle speculation of those still bound in the space-time dream.
Read by the five senses, fashioned by central processing unit,
The cosmos, the kaleidoscoping illusion, is spun,
In the only moment the mystery of eternity has to offer.
* * * *
True believers in any religion (a.k.a., cult) should read 1 Corinthians 13:11 a little more closely.
Whoever scribed it way back when, was speaking to them, not the non-believers, not the critical thinkers.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man, I put aside childish things.
Think about it.
* * * *
Who can help be what they are,
In the part they have been allotted by the genetic lottery,
In the part they have been dealt by the nature-nurture choicelessnesses of all creation?
All are the same awareness, playing out the manifest dream,
Of the quantum sands of time.
* * * *
We and all the myriad creatures who have ever inhabited this garden world,
Are little more than scrabbling microbes on a spinning dust ball,
In a dust storm, in the ethereal abyss of awareness.
Only vanity believes itself, fashions itself, large and important.
* * * *
If you want to meet the demon, peer into your darkest, most perverse, most cruel thoughts.
If you want to be the demon, carry out your darkest, most perverse, most cruel thoughts.
In every moment, a choice.
* * * *
Existence is a daily grapple with the limitations of consciousness.
True humility is a mind given over to the timelessness of awareness.
* * * *
You do not ask to be free; you take the reins, and assume it so.
Even in the darkest, most torturous moments, you can be sovereign.
* * * *
Yes, everybody else is making it up, too.
That is what will always give imagination the edge,
That dooms the human paradigm to a very unpleasant decline and fall,
Into a sea of consequences, for all we have done, for not being better stewards of our garden.
If perchance scattered pockets manage to survive for ten thousand more years,
It will have to include a resurrection of our roles as guardians,
As protectors of right relationship with nature,
The one and only actual law.
* * * *
If it involves time, if it involves space,
If it embraces any movement of consciousness,
Imagination, and all its illusions and delusions, are at play,
And may be duly ignored by those given over to the abyss of eternity.
* * * *
You can bet the dystopian future now spreading its wings, will not be some idyllic Shangri-La.
It will likely be very brutal; as harsh or harsher, than anything humankind has heretofore endured.
The world will grow large again, and every geography will respond as time and circumstance sanction.
When Rome declined and fell, the abyss was filled by every variety of despotism imagination has to offer.
Without an all-but-impossible paradigm shift, the human debacle will continue its march to extinction.
* * * *
Extinction is nothing new in upon this spinning orb.
More than 99 percent of all species that ever lived on Earth,
Amounting to over five billion species, are estimated to have died out.
It is estimated that there are currently around 8.7 million species of eukaryote globally,
And possibly many times more if microorganisms, like bacteria, are included.
The remarkable thing about what scientists are calling the Anthropocene,
Is that it will have been largely through the unsurpassed efforts
Of Mother Nature’s most ground-breaking creations.
What phoenix will arise, is anybody’s guess.
Rest assured, it will not be pretty.
* * * *
The number one problem is the problem-maker, the mind born of imagination.
The challenge is to discipline the given mind as a problem-solver,
And to disengage it when there is nothing to solve.
* * * *
Hats off to anyone who can discern their story dysfunctional,
And be determined and disciplined enough to change course.
* * * *
Alas for fame that You relish anonymity.
Alas for greed that You have more than enough.
Alas for power that You allow all to go their own way.
Alas for vanity that You know it not real.
Eternity is subject to none.
Awareness is all.
* * * *
How did imagination begin but through very gradual evolution, very gradual natural selection,
That is estimated to have begun 140 million years-ish ago in the jungles of Africa.
Something to do with memory cells gradually gaining enough oomph,
To start working together to counterfeit a sense of identity,
And the rest is the chaos of vanity and greed,
Given the name history, for the lack of a better word.
On the evolution of imagination, from Wikipedia:
Phylogenetic acquisition of imagination was a gradual process.
The simplest form of imagination, REM-sleep dreaming,
evolved in mammals with acquisition of REM sleep 140 million years ago.
Spontaneous insight improved in primates
with acquisition of the lateral prefrontal cortex 70 million years ago.
After hominins split from the chimpanzee line 6 million years ago
they further improved their imagination.
Prefrontal analysis was acquired 3.3 million years ago
when hominins started to manufacture Mode One stone tools.
Progress in stone tools culture to Mode Two stone tools by 2 million years ago
signify remarkable improvement of prefrontal analysis.
The most advanced mechanism of imagination, prefrontal synthesis,
was likely acquired by humans around 70,000 years ago
and resulted in behavioral modernity.
This leap toward modern imagination has been characterized by paleoanthropologists
as the "Cognitive revolution", "Upper Paleolithic Revolution", and the "Great Leap Forward".
And where is this cognitive revolution, this upper-paleolithic revolution, this great leap forward,
Irrevocably taking we two-leggeds, and many if not all, of the life forms in this world,
But down an ever-accelerating-exponential path to a very dystopian extinction.
To survive what it has through human consciousness over millions of years fashioned,
Imagination would need to, and rather quickly, mutate a wholistic, less individualistic platform.
Whether that is possible in this snail-paced, naturally-selective garden, seems more than a little unlikely.
And thus, will the rise of consciousness in this tiny iota of the mystery, fall upon its own sword,
And the vain hope that humankind might somehow shine its light across the cosmos,
Be forever dashed upon the austere reality, that it never really mattered,
That it was never more than a fallacious blip of absurdity.
And the eternal abyss, will eternally abyss, as it eternally does.
* * * *
Awareness does not think.
Awareness does not see.
Awareness does not hear.
Awareness does not taste.
Awareness does not smell.
Awareness does not feel.
Awareness does not desire
Awareness does not dread.
Awareness does not fear.
Awareness does not recall.
Awareness does not hate.
Awareness does not care.
Awareness does not hesitate.
Awareness does not suffer.
Awareness does not anger.
Awareness does not unhappy.
Awareness does not distress
Awareness does not happy.
Awareness does not joy.
Awareness does not elate.
Awareness does not gloomy.
Awareness does not regret.
Awareness does not divide.
Awareness does not discern.
Awareness does not surprise.
Awareness does not disgust.
Awareness does not happy.
Awareness does not sorrow.
Awareness does not joy.
Awareness does not choose.
Awareness does not content.
Awareness does not bliss.
Awareness does not exult.
Awareness does not accept.
Awareness does not deny.
Awareness does not love.
Awareness does not passion.
Awareness does not evolve.
Awareness does not change.
This dream is entirely quantum faire.
The universe but a matrix born of the imaginary mind.
Awareness is the clear endless sky, the mystery in its entirety, You truly are.
It does not participate, it does not regulate, it does not adjudicate, it does not concern its Self, in any way,
But without it, none of it would be possible.
* * * *
In times not all that long ago,
A person's geography determined their world.
If you were born in the mountains, that was all you knew.
If you were born on an island, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a valley, that was all you knew.
If you were born on a plain, that was all you knew.
If you were born by the sea, that was all you knew.
If you were born on a mesa, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a forest, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a desert, that was all you knew.
If you were born in a wetland, that was all you knew.
But these modern times subscribe to an infinite cosmos.
And in all these differences, the relativity of all is ascertained.
* * * *
You do not really exist.
Your mind-body is energy.
Your perceptions are illusions.
Your ideas and beliefs are delusions.
Your possessions have no reality, either.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Party on, in your Yellow Brick Road walkabout,
Or get a shotgun, and leave a Rorschach on some wall.
* * * *
The ineffable, eternally ineffable.
The indivisible, eternally indivisible.
The immaculate, eternally immaculate.
The unfathomable, eternally unfathomable.
The oblivion, eternally oblivion.
The flawless, eternally flawless.
The solitary, eternally solitary.
The indelible, eternally indelible.
The unknowable, eternally unknowable.
The witness, eternally witness.
The intangible, eternally intangible.
The intrinsic, eternally intrinsic.
The immortal, eternally immortal.
The indifferent, eternally indifferent.
The irrational, eternally irrational.
The emptiness, eternally emptiness.
The unborn, eternally unborn.
The blameless, eternally blameless.
The undying, eternally undying.
The inexpressible, eternally inexpressible.
The overwhelming, eternally overwhelming.
The indefinable, eternally indefinable.
The observer, eternally observer.
The deep, eternally deep.
The timeless, eternally timeless.
The unspeakable, eternally unspeakable.
The indefinable, eternally indefinable.
The untroubled, eternally untroubled.
The spectator, eternally spectator.
The solo, eternally solo.
The nihility, eternally nihility.
The imaginary, eternally imaginary.
The ineradicable, eternally ineradicable.
The enduring, eternally enduring.
The permanent, eternally permanent.
The indiscernible, eternally indiscernible.
The impalpable, eternally impalpable.
The obscure, eternally obscure.
The faultless, eternally faultless.
The mundane, eternally mundane.
The alone, eternally alone.
The unstained, eternally unstained.
The average, eternally average.
The onlooker, eternally onlooker.
The matchless, eternally matchless.
The unique, eternally unique.
The peerless, eternally peerless.
The unspeakable, eternally unspeakable.
The void, eternally void.
The unutterable, eternally unutterable.
The absolute, eternally absolute.
The supreme, eternally supreme.
The unimaginable, eternally unimaginable.
The unicity, eternally unicity.
The whole, eternally whole.
The incessant, eternally incessant.
The inconceivable, eternally inconceivable.
The unfastened, eternally unfastened.
The infinite, eternally infinite.
The endless, eternally endless.
The infinitesimal, eternally infinitesimal.
The rational, eternally rational.
The undeniable, eternally undeniable.
The watcher, eternally watcher.
The detached, eternally detached.
The nothingness, eternally nothingness.
The perfect, eternally perfect.
The unrivaled, eternally unrivaled.
The inimitable, eternally inimitable.
The incomparable, eternally incomparable.
The spotless, eternally spotless.
The unbiased, eternally unbiased.
The impeccable, eternally impeccable.
The everlasting, eternally everlasting.
The perpetual, eternally perpetual.
The unconcerned, eternally unconcerned.
The ceaseless, eternally ceaseless.
The ageless, eternally ageless.
The priceless, eternally priceless.
The impersonal, eternally impersonal.
The absurdity, eternally absurdity.
The aloof, eternally aloof.
The mysterious, eternally mysterious.
The nonexistent, eternally nonexistent.
The fictional, eternally fictional.
The interminable, eternally interminable.
The eyewitness, eternally eyewitness
The carefree, eternally carefree.
The enigmatic, eternally enigmatic.
The inscrutable, eternally inscrutable.
The unreadable, eternally unreadable.
The inexplicable, eternally inexplicable.
The indecipherable, eternally indecipherable.
The incomprehensible, eternally incomprehensible.
The unintelligible, eternally unintelligible.
The meaningless, eternally meaningless.
The inconsequential, eternally inconsequential.
The anonymous, eternally anonymous.
The nameless, eternally nameless.
The ordinary, eternally ordinary.
The lasting, eternally lasting.
The perceiver, eternally perceiver.
The engrained, eternally engrained.
The impenetrable, eternally impenetrable.
The imperceptible, eternally imperceptible.
* * * *
What is the purpose of any culture, but to mold the young into its version of the world,
With all its history, its politics, its laws, its economics, its traditions, its religions, its languages.
All its tribal hierarchies, customs, rituals, behaviors, practices, lifestyles, conventions, costumes, patterns,
Beliefs, ethics, routines, schemes, addictions, activities, cuisines, athletics, holidays, celebrations.
And, of course, all the horrors and absurdities imaginable, in this our human paradigm.
How anyone manages to doubt, to question, to awaken, to shake off,
The conditioning, the habituation, the indoctrination,
Is indeed a wonder, if not a miracle.
What a hold imagination has upon our kind.
* * * *
So many people just do not have a big enough picture, a big enough frame of reference,
To comprehend the shit-show that is coming at them.
So it goes.
* * * *
The teeming masses are really nothing more than bottom-feeders,
Taking whatever falls their way from the one-percenter shark-fest above.
Some may swim a little higher, and work their way into a niche of the great game,
But only if they have something to offer, something to market, and the grit and gumption,
The claw and fang, the will and wit, to survive, to thrive, in the feeding frenzy of greed and vanity.
* * * *
All you can be sure of, is that you are part of the totality.
You are the mystery; what else is there, needs knowing?
* * * *
There are essentially three personality types: the takers, the givers, the needy.
If the first thing you want to do, is share something before you even partake it,
Then you are not a taker, nor are you likely someone who needs to be cared for.
If you are a taker, then this world is for you; if you are of the needy, rotsa ruck.
* * * *
No one is ever going to read all this yada yada babble besides the scribe,
Few are ever going to really even begin to grasp, all that he has offered the world.
So, the question becomes, whether or not, it is a good idea for anyone to even dip more than a tippy-toe.
But, if there ever is enough interest for there to be group discussions on this body of work,
Be sure no one is in charge, as anything more than a mild facilitating role.
Circular seating, all at the same eye-level, is recommended.
No proselytization, no dogma, no bullshit.
Read it as clearly as possible.
Stay as clear as possible.
It is not about the scribe.
It is a discussion, not a sermon.
And do not hesitate just to sit in silence.
It is, after all is said and done, a solitary journey.
* * * *
All the effort to become something more than you are, is nothing more than imagination,
Keeping you from being what you are, keeping you from being what you are not,
Which is nothing more than the timeless, eternal filament of awareness.
You are not a body, from which nowness gazes out into illusion.
You are the mystery, through which quantum waltzes every whichaway.
* * * *
May as well be in plain sight, for those lacking the eye.
May as well be Greek, for those lacking the ear.
Eyes that see, ears that hear, are few and far between.
There is no predicting who might be round any given bend.
* * * *
Any given moment is simultaneous creation-preservation-destruction.
And by the time the mind discerns it, nothing more than dreamtime.
* * * *
All the copyrights are a formality, which need mean nothing to the future.
Do with these many thoughts whatever you will,
Or nothing at all.
* * * *
To be, in consciousness, the eternal awareness permeating all things living;
To be, the ageless, elemental, unborn-undying moment,
Is the goalless goal of the seer.
* * * *
History has proven countless times the pointlessness of ethics, as anything more than forum-born rhetoric,
As anything more than a domesticating agent in the world spun by the human paradigm.
Ethics is what the minions pontificate, well away from any throne.
* * * *
The Golden Rule is all that is needed for those inclined to ponder upon such things,
And becomes much less an issue for any working their way up any given food chain.
* * * *
Truth, is not in any thought about it.
What is, is not in any thought about it.
Awareness, is not in any thought about it.
Quantum, is not in any thought about it.
Mystery, is not in any thought about it.
Reality, is not in any thought about it.
Space, is not in any thought about it.
Time, is not in any thought about it.
Here, is not in any thought about it.
Now, is not in any thought about it.
You, are not in any thought about it.
* * * *
You are ineffable, be ineffable.
You are indivisible, be indivisible.
You are immaculate, be immaculate.
You are unfathomable, be unfathomable.
You are oblivion, be oblivion.
You are flawless, be flawless.
You are solitary, be solitary.
You are indelible, be indelible.
You are unknowable, be unknowable.
You are witness, be witness.
You are intangible, be intangible.
You are intrinsic, be intrinsic.
You are immortal, be immortal.
You are indifferent, be indifferent.
You are irrational, be irrational.
You are emptiness, be emptiness.
You are unborn, be unborn.
You are blameless, be blameless.
You are undying, be undying.
You are inexpressible, be inexpressible.
You are overwhelming, be overwhelming.
You are indefinable, be indefinable.
You are observer, be observer.
You are deep, be deep.
You are timeless, be timeless.
You are unspeakable, be unspeakable.
You are indefinable, be indefinable.
You are untroubled, be untroubled.
You are spectator, be spectator.
You are solo, be solo.
You are nihility, be nihility.
You are imaginary, be imaginary.
You are ineradicable, be ineradicable.
You are enduring, be enduring.
You are permanent, be permanent.
You are indiscernible, be indiscernible.
You are impalpable, be impalpable.
You are obscure, be obscure.
You are faultless, be faultless.
You are mundane, be mundane.
You are alone, be alone.
You are unstained, be unstained.
You are average, be average.
You are onlooker, be onlooker.
You are matchless, be matchless.
You are unique, be unique.
You are peerless, be peerless.
You are unspeakable, be unspeakable.
You are void, be void.
You are unutterable, be unutterable.
You are absolute, be absolute.
You are supreme, be supreme.
You are unimaginable, be unimaginable.
You are unicity, be unicity.
You are whole, be whole.
You are incessant, be incessant.
You are inconceivable, be inconceivable.
You are unfastened, be unfastened.
You are infinite, be infinite.
You are endless, be endless.
You are infinitesimal, be infinitesimal.
You are rational, be rational.
You are undeniable, be undeniable.
You are watcher, be watcher.
You are detached, be detached.
You are nothingness, be nothingness.
You are perfect, be perfect.
You are unrivaled, be unrivaled.
You are inimitable, be inimitable.
You are incomparable, be incomparable.
You are spotless, be spotless.
You are unbiased, be unbiased.
You are impeccable, be impeccable.
You are everlasting, be everlasting.
You are perpetual, be perpetual.
You are unconcerned, be unconcerned.
You are ceaseless, be ceaseless.
You are ageless, be ageless.
You are priceless, be priceless.
You are impersonal, be impersonal.
You are absurdity, be absurdity.
You are aloof, be aloof.
You are mysterious, be mysterious.
You are nonexistent, be nonexistent.
You are fictional, be fictional.
You are interminable, be interminable.
You are eyewitness, be eyewitness
You are carefree, be carefree.
You are enigmatic, be enigmatic.
You are inscrutable, be inscrutable.
You are unreadable, be unreadable.
You are inexplicable, be inexplicable.
You are indecipherable, be indecipherable.
You are incomprehensible, be incomprehensible.
You are unintelligible, be unintelligible.
You are meaningless, be meaningless.
You are inconsequential, be inconsequential.
You are anonymous, be anonymous.
You are nameless, be nameless.
You are ordinary, be ordinary.
You are lasting, be lasting.
You are perceiver, be perceiver.
You are engrained, be engrained.
You are impenetrable, be impenetrable.
You are imperceptible, be imperceptible.
You are eternal, be eternal.
You are Self, be Self.
* * * *
Like a Ponzi scheme coming undone, the dream is changing across the board,
And that is just the way it is; there is nothing anybody can do about it.
The politicians and talking heads are just earning their buck,
And Wall Street and Las Vegas will likely take it down to the last bet.
This is the course our species set long before we departed the jungles of long ago.
Knowing more than the gist, filling one’s head with nonstop gorp, is hollow trivial pursuit.
All any can do is play out their little Sisyphean algorithm; enjoy and endure whatever the fates allot.
The tempest is going to be beyond the pale sooner or later, and perhaps even relatively quickly for many.
And those unfortunate enough to be born, those now running about in backyards and playgrounds,
Are just going to have to survive whatever comes at them, or perish in flames if they cannot.
Every geography will have its own anthology of consequences, its own crash and burn,
And will deal with them as human beings always have when struggling to survive.
It will be, as always, might makes right, as savage as the given players deign,
With Conrad's "The horror! The horror!" and Vonnegut's "So it goes,"
Echoing throughout the last throes of human consciousness as we know it.
Whoever is going to be the final two-legged lingering in this Anthropocene epoch,
Will be last witness to all the absurdities our genomic sequencing has ceaselessly perpetrated.
* * * *
You can only know, you can only draw on, whatever you have experienced,
And how those perceptions spin into relevance of the frame-of-reference variety.
* * * *
As far as this garden dust ball goes,
As far as your mundane window of time goes,
As far as the mysterious nature of your brief existence goes,
You are truly only as significant, as relevant, as pertinent, as germane,
As the continuation of your ancestry's genomic sequencing.
Extinction is the norm; breed or perish, fate decides.
* * * *
So, there was that timeless, very still moment in the abyss, when You, the mystery, all alone,
All of a sudden came up with an inspiration for a gargantuan playhouse,
With You, the one and only, centerstage to all parts.
And bam, the quantum matrix,
A kaleidoscoping, extemporaneous realm, explodes into being.
Le Théâtre Absurde, produced and directed by natural selection; You, sole thespian,
The showstopper is realizing that you are none of the forms in which you ever play the starring role.
They are but crunchy-chewy-goo, from which you peer out through the given perceptions,
Upon all that is but illusion, and all the delusions the given dreamtime inspires.
* * * *
Who does not want to take it all with them?
The dread of loss captures many a pharaoh.
* * * *
How much fear, how much dread, how much passion, is inspired by oxygen-deprivation,
Caused by holding the breath during the tension of manipulating the moment to your advantage.
* * * *
All the wisdom ever gleaned, can overcome all the absurdity,
Existence every moment spins across this whirling dust ball.
* * * *
The clinging mind is temporal, inflexible, resistant, closed; the breathing stilted.
The eternal mind is timeless, fluid, accepting, open; the breathing effortless.
* * * *
Mind people generally have their go-to routines.
Intellectual pursuits they do to fill their time,
To pleasantly pass some of any given day:
Crossword puzzles
Logic problems
Math problems
Word searches
Writing
Reading
Newspaper
Poetry
Television
Computer
Sudoku
Chess
Checkers
Go
Mahjong
Tangrams
Video games
Jigsaw puzzles
String figures
Coffee klatches
Et cetera ad infinitum.
All very busy, busy, busy.
* * * *
How can changing the human paradigm be possible,
When you cannot even alter your own slice of the pie?
* * * *
Life is about experiencing whatever satisfies the given nature-nurture moment.
Keeping it simple, keeping it frugal, keeping it passionless, is the moderate way.
* * * *
You are not required to be involved, to join in, if it does not call you,
But there will be consequences, choices that may cleave you powerless.
* * * *
Why should you fear, why should you dread, any given moment?
A reasonable amount of stoicism in the face of it all,
Metes out the justice absurdity deserves.
* * * *
Remember that beautiful girl everyone was too afraid to ask out?
That’s her, over there, yeah, in the Depends isle, looking for the right fit.
And that old guy with the walker next to her, yeah, that’s the jock she met at college.
* * * *
How even and steady the breath must have been when you were tabula rasa.
Before the passions took root and you began your centerstage role in the grand theater.
And what are you now, but double-double-toiled-and-troubled-fire-burned-and-cauldron-bubbled.
Questing that breath, now suffocating in the muddle of conflicting impulses that life has heaped upon you.
And right-here-right-now, it is done, it is over, it is past, just like everything else ever is.
And the next moment already right-here-right-now, done-over-past, too.
The senses stream through the timeless quantum illusion,
And you, totally alone, witness to it all.
* * * *
The foundation of serenity may well be forgiveness, innocence, compassion, contentment, and truth,
But there is also a not inordinate sense of satisfaction with revenge, guilt, coldness, discontent, and lies.
* * * *
Disappear right-here-right-now; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into this twinkling; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into this moment; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into this instant; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into here-now; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into eternity; continuity is illusion.
Disappear into oblivion; continuity is illusion.
Be the eternal beingness, the eternal awareness,
Be the timeless beingness, the timeless awareness,
You truly are, You have always been, and will ever be.
* * * *
What is an Elephant?
Is it a wall?
Is it a spear?
Is it a snake?
Is it a tree?
Is it a fan?
Is it a rope?
Only to the blind.
* * * *
It was not Alexander or Genghis Khan or Napoleon or Hitler that conquered.
From the beginning, it was the toolmakers – the scientists, the engineers, the architects,
The miners, the metal and wood and stone and glass craftsmen – that made any of it at all possible.
They created the short-range weapons:
Rocks, sticks, knives, blades, clubs, axes, swords, spears, halberds, pikes, lances.
They created the firearms:
Revolvers, rifles, shotguns, semi and fully automatic guns, machine guns.
They created the explosives:
Acetylides, fulminates, nitro, nitrates, amines, peroxides, oxides,
elements and isotopes, and a variety of mixture s and sundry miscellaneous.
They created the defensive equipment:
Armor, chainmail, shields, bulletproof vests, flak jackets, bulletproof glass.
They created the long-range weapons:
Spears, slings, crossbows, bolos, flamethrowers, grenades, bows and arrows,
boomerangs, cannons, torpedoes, land mines, naval mines,
depth charges, rockets, missiles, lasers.
They created the battle gear:
Armor, chainmail, uniforms, helmets, boots, saddles, bridles, horseshoes,
whips, chariots, rope, chains, climbing gear, sails, parachutes,
pontoons, bridgeworks.
They created the defensive fortifications:
Castles, forts, walls, towers, moats, trenches, bunkers, earthworks.
They created the siege equipment:
Siege towers, battering rams, siege engines, catapults, ballistas,
onagers, trebucheta helepolises, siege hooka,
sambucas, scorpios, mangonels.
They created the communications systems:
Hand signals, codes, semaphore flag signaling systems,
signal lamps, telegraphs, radios, computers.
They created means to scout adversaries from afar:
Binoculars, cameras, radar, sonar, spy planes, satellites.
They created the vehicles for land, water, and air:
Tanks, trucks, airplanes, submarines, ships, spaceships, drones.
They created the chemical weapons:
nerve agents, vesicant (blister) agents, hydrogen cyanide blood agents,
tear gas, pepper spray
They created the biological weapons:
Biological toxins or infectious agents: bacteria, viruses, insects, fungi.
They created the nuclear weapons:
Nuclear fission (“atomic”) bombs, nuclear fusion (“hydrogen”) bombs,
radiological elements (uranium, plutonium, etc.).
They created the execution and torture devices:
Ropes and chains, racks, strappados, wooden horses, breaking wheels,
water tortures, electric shock devices, chemical dependency, hangman’s gallows,
guillotines, electric chairs, lethal injection, gas chambers.
As well as all the logistical networks and processes and equipment upon which warfare depends:
Supply chains, animals (horses, mules, oxen, pigeons), wagons, trucks, trains, ships, planes.
Alexander and Genghis Khan and Napoleon and Hitler are in the history books,
But it was the supporting cast who put them there.
* * * *
See your Self, see eternity; see eternity, see your Self.
Feel your Self, feel eternity; feel eternity, feel your Self.
Hear your Self, hear eternity; hear eternity, hear your Self.
Taste your Self, taste eternity; taste eternity, taste your Self.
Smell your Self, smell eternity; smell eternity, smell your Self.
Discern your Self, discern eternity; discern eternity, discern your Self.
* * * *
You are the observing; You are not the observing.
You are the tasting; You are not the tasting.
You are the feeling; You are not the feeling.
You are the hearing; You are not the hearing.
You are the smelling; You are not the smelling.
You are the discerning; You are not the discerning.
* * * *
You are the underlying formlessness.
You are the underlying shapelessness.
You are the underlying amorphousness.
You are the underlying preposterousness.
You are the underlying meaninglessness.
You are the underlying ineffectiveness.
You are the underlying senselessness.
You are the underlying nothingness.
You are the underlying uselessness.
You are the underlying emptiness.
You are the underlying nonbeing.
You are the underlying oblivion.
You are the underlying fluidity.
You are the underlying nihility.
You are the underlying cavity.
You are the underlying space.
You are the underlying void.
You are the underlying hole.
You are the underlying dross.
You are the underlying abyss.
You are the underlying nullity.
You are the underlying vacuum.
You are the underlying absence.
You are the underlying unreality.
You are the underlying hollowness.
You are the underlying incongruity.
You are the underlying irrationality.
You are the underlying ineffectuality.
You are the underlying pointlessness.
You are the underlying worthlessness.
You are the underlying nonexistence.
You are the underlying nonduality.
You are the underlying absurdity.
You are the underlying mystery.
* * * *
How much more creation?
How much more preservation?
How much more destruction?
How much more desire?
How much more pain?
How much more suffering?
How much more sorrow?
How much more fear?
How much more dread?
How much more hunger?
How much more assumption?
How much more bother?
How much more anticipation?
How much more generosity?
How much more greed?
How much more compassion?
How much more violence?
How much more empathy?
How much more sympathy?
How much more low?
How much more high?
How much more breadth?
How much more depth?
How much more derision?
How much more judgment?
How much more hate?
How much more love?
How much more joy?
How much more despair?
How much more depression?
How much more anticipation?
How much more time?
How much more timelessness?
How much more eternity?
How much more misery?
How much more solution?
How much more grief?
How much more argument?
How much more agreement?
How much more insanity?
How much more inanity?
How much more dissolution?
How much more derision?
How much more birth?
How much more death?
How much more gain?
How much more loss?
How much more attachment?
How much more detachment?
How much more torture?
How much more horror?
How much more absurdity?
How much more thought?
How much more feeling?
How much more passion?
How much more insight?
How much more pity?
How much more tragedy?
How much more pathos?
How much more dreaming?
How much more debate?
How much more power?
How much more value?
How much more subjugation?
How much more arrogance?
How much more consequence?
How much more significance?
How much more meaning?
How much more purpose?
How much more profit?
How much more mockery?
How much more esteem?
How much more treasure?
How much more pestilence?
How much more merit?
How much more usefulness?
How much more achievement?
How much more quantity?
How much more attraction?
How much more distraction?
How much more assessment?
How much more insignificance?
How much more regard?
How much more scorn?
How much more ridicule?
How much more tolerance?
How much more intolerance?
How much more pride?
How much more vanity?
How much more completion?
How much more accomplishment?
How much more conclusion?
How much more division?
How much more infinity?
How much more infinitesimal?
How much more dreamtime?
How much more similarity?
How much more difference?
How much more duality?
How much more nonduality?
How much more foreverafter?
How much more whateverafter?
How much more noteverafter?
How much more everything?
How much more anything?
How much more nothing?
* * * *
The past is streaming before your eyes.
The past is streaming before your ears.
The past is streaming before your nose.
The past is streaming before your tongue.
The past is streaming before your fingertips.
The past is streaming within your consciousness.
And where are you in all this streaming?
* * * *
What are You, really, but an observer, observing?
What are You but an onlooker, onlooking?
What are You but a viewer, viewing?
What are You but a witness, witnessing?
What are You but a spectator, spectating?
What are You but a bystander, bystanding?
What are You but an eyewitness, eyewitnessing?
What are You but the centerstage eye, centerstaging?
The observer is the observed; the observed is the observer.
Awareness is all, Self is all, You are it, it is You, there is no other.
* * * *
How many times have you pontificated?
How many times have you masticated?
How many times have you intoxicated?
How many times have you abbreviated?
How many times have you delineated?
How many times have you fornicated?
How many times have you obliviated?
How many times have you demarcated?
How many times have you illustrated?
How many times have you delineated?
How many times have you fabricated?
How many times have you arbitrated?
How many times have you anticipated?
How many times have you abrogated?
How many times have you demonstrated?
How many times have you mediated?
How many times have you differentiate?
How many times have you discriminated?
How many times have you obliterated?
How many times have you isolated?
How many times have you segregated?
How many times have you obfuscated?
How many times have you expatriated?
How many times have you situated?
How many times have you pulsated?
How many times have you pontificated?
How many times have you subjugated?
How many times have you matriculated?
How many times have you decimated?
How many times have you abridgiated?
How many times have you decimated?
How many times have you done something to the -ated degree?
Words that end in -ated
https://www.thefreedictionary.com/words-that-end-in-ated
* * * *
Religions across the world are no longer required.
Science has discerned the truth of this mystery, we all together are.
To allow history, to allow tradition, to ensnare us any further is entirely unnecessary.
There is no need for any belief, any religion; only detached observation of what is within and without all.
We are, of course, incapable of doing this as a species, but rest assured, it is an option,
Were not arrogance and greed, were not narcissism and hedonism,
So entrenched in the genomic source code.
So it goes.
* * * *
A mind full of knowledge, full of trivia, full of gossip, full of notion, is not the eternal mind.
All the memories, all the histories, all the dreams, all the creations, all the affluence, all the possessions,
All the pleasures, all the pains, all the successes, all the failures, all the skills, all the arts,
All the friendships, all the loves, all the strangers, all the adversaries,
All the likes, all the joys, all the resentments, all the hates,
All the accolades, all the hopes, all the fears, all the cravings,
Are but illusion, the kaleidoscoping dream, streaming before you.
To be free, one must let go all things imagined, all things born of time.
* * * *
Where is the mind without its imaginary bounds?
Where is the mind that has discerned its emptiness?
Where is the mind that has returned to original nature?
Where is the mind that has returned to its tabula rasa?
* * * *
What is it about this timeless moment that you refuse to perceive?
What is it that you want it to be, that it will never be, that it can never be,
No matter how you imagine it so, no matter how you desire it so.
You cannot even penetrate how to appreciate this eternal life,
And here you are, yearning-pleading-negotiating another,
Or many, depending on the geographical assumption.
* * * *
It is the quantum matrix you quest.
The nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
And in its discernment, called enlightenment by many,
The illusion become clear, and liberation the every-moment quest.
* * * *
The world that imagination, coupled with the nature-nurture propulsion of the Darwinian dynamic,
Has, in a relatively short period, sculpted into a reality, never-before seen on this dust ball,
Is beyond all measures, both magnificent and astounding, both sad and pathetic.
* * * *
You already have eternal life; you already are eternal life.
It is this very singular, very immediate, ever-present moment.
The trick is to discern it, and to surrender all that hinders living it.
The gold lining the streets of heaven is not the earthly variety.
* * * *
This blob of crunch-chewy-gooey from which you peer is but a quantum-matrix fabrication,
In which imagination is but a trickster deceiving you into believing the dreamtime all real.
* * * *
What will you do when all your gods have failed you,
When all your traditions have lost all meaning,
When all your histories prove to be lies,
When the planet of the apes has lost its way.
* * * *
Science ever seeks the truth of the quantum illusion.
Prior to the veil, beyond the veil, there is no knowing.
* * * *
Why should some deity bequeath you a place in heaven at its feet,
When you were but a moment, but a state of mind away,
Throughout your entire temporal existence?
* * * *
The quantum matrix, the universe, the world, the dream, the mirage, the illusion,
Will be only too happy that your sensory mind-body joins in, and imagines it all real.
* * * *
The body is a temporal vehicle, guided by a temporal mind,
With eternal potential for those destined to discern,
That which cannot be more than intuited.
* * * *
Awaken to all possibilities; awaken to universes beyond counting, awaken to infinity’s rainbow,
And somehow, abide the kaleidoscoping illusion of the given mind-body’s dreamtime,
Dancing the dance, singing the song of mystery, between heaven and earth.
* * * *
Psychology, psychiatry, and other paradigms dealing with turbulences of the mind,
Are just some of the many ways the West has devised to scam the mentally ill for a buck.
In Eastern thinking, the disturbed are taught to eat well, exercise, and sit until they figure it out.
* * * *
Procreation is the primary directive of the genomic sequencing within all life.
Think of the who-knows-how-many lives, how many generations, it has taken for you to be here.
Every one of them relatively unconcerned about the pain, the suffering, the death,
Into which they were casting, catapulting, their matériel génétique.
The Grand Théâtre of Quantum, come unto existence.
An electromagnetic matrix in which many,
If not all things, are possible.
* * * *
Rest assured, rape and molestation are genetically viable ends and means,
In all the bumping and grinding it took, voluntary or involuntary,
For You to be sitting right-there-right-now reading this.
Ethics is a relatively recent appendage in the human timeline,
Ever enforced by the reigning oligarchy, who decide who gets what.
* * * *
Natural selection in the human species,
As it has exponentially detonated into these your current times,
Is breeding some very seriously unselective traits,
For whatever is coming at the future.
* * * *
The march of technology has always been used for political purpose.
The masses are like cattle running down the chute to slaughter.
Orwell and many other thinkers nailed where it was headed,
Long before anyone had a clue about where technology was headed.
And all their insights, all their caveats, all their agitation, have changed nothing.
* * * *
Proof?
You want proof?
Well, find your own face,
And not in a mirror or photograph.
* * * *
Best not assume anyone is as stupid as you, for thinking they were.
Always be aware: you may, or may not be, the smartest guy in the room.
* * * *
Everything you experience is translated by your given nature-nurture frame of reference.
And no matter how diligently you work to expand it, it is ever delineated by its limitations.
* * * *
That moment you just observed,
Came and went before you even knew it.
The past is kaleidoscoping before your sensory mind.
* * * *
No mind is stuck on its habituation, but through lack of discernment;
Through attachment to nature-nurture's programming.
Relativity is an unsung art form.
* * * *
All that is going on in this world of over eight billion people,
Meandering across its face, this way and that; upon high, no different than ants.
And seven billion of that in just over two hundred years: agriculture, medicine, oil, electricity, bam!
It is not some conspiracy; it is the reality, the inevitable outcome, of all the natural selection,
That it has taken for the human paradigm to achieve the point of dysfunctionality,
Of absurdity, of madness, of malice, beyond all pales of genetic rationality.
All that imagination, partnered with all-but-infinite vanity and insatiable avarice,
Has brought into being, into light, since its long-ago mutation in human consciousness.
* * * *
The You, You truly are, is not a belief system.
You are not a leader, You are not a follower, You are on your own.
You do not require priests, You do not require sanctuaries, You do not require scriptures,
You do not require faith, nor dogmas, nor the support of others.
There is only the right-here-right-now moment.
There is only pure awareness.
There is only You.
Alone.
* * * *
Where would, could, we be, without stardust, without gravity,
And the light in which its creation is every moment bathed?
* * * *
The world, the universe, that you believe you know, is nothing more than a figment of imagination,
And imagination, nothing more than an illusory timebound evoluton of the quantum mind-body.
All just stardust of a forever-mysterious, ineffable origin, come to make-believe all things real.
Play your stage as you will: passionate-indifferent, attached-detached, happy-sad, it matters not.
* * * *
The entire world, the entire universe, the entire unfathomable kaleidoscoping quantum fabrication,
Has been subject to the same natural selection, the same survival of the fittest,
Set in motion, in the whatever long ago means.
And here you are, playing out the fate you have been dealt.
* * * *
You are but the mystery of awareness, swathed in a crunchy-chewy-gooey, biologically-ordained stew,
Pretending your imaginary character real, and yet, all that full-of-sound-and-fury, ever signifying nothing.
* * * *
Eternal life is this one and only timeless moment,
This one and only right-here-right-now timeless awareness,
This one and only omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent timeless now.
To be the big Self, you must die to the little self.
* * * *
Enlightenment is very much the easy part; awakening is something that just happens.
Liberation completely depends how well you manage to work things out,
Out of interest, out of importance, out of concern, out of mind,
In the given moment kaleidoscoping before you.
In a nutshell, to see the eternal, you must be the eternal.
* * * *
It is only through indefinable surrender of little self to Big Self,
That indefinably expresses the moment, the awareness,
Through which it indefinably appears to move,
In the indefinable way humankind has imagined into reality.
* * * *
How resigned you are, to playing out a painfully unpleasant, most inevitably conclusive death,
Delineates the suffering, the inevitably woeful, perhaps torturous end, you will inevitably endure.
* * * *
Do you really think the quantum matrix,
Or the eternity in which it indivisibly dances,
Are at all concerned, at all attached, to any pattern?
How vain to believe anything is forever.
* * * *
Did some deity create the quantum matrix, or is the quantum matrix the faceless mystery unto its Self?
Obviously they are one in the same; otherwise, why would you not be viewing your own face?
Where is the maestro without the orchestra; where is orchestra without the maestro?
All dualistic notions are imaginary fictions, and should be ignored for their absurdity.
* * * *
Some wake up to a larger reality than the original nature-nurture,
To branch out as far and wide and deep as their wings in space and time allow.
The truth is, most do not, which offers a théâtre absurde, for all those who chameleon along.
Ignore it, if you red-pill-head-in-the-sand can; embrace it fully – suck down that blue pill – if you cannot.
* * * *
As absurd as it has been since the beginning, creating endless forms of idolatry, is what we do.
To see that totality is an infinite force, requires an aloof rationality, in which vanity cannot root.
* * * *
One of the first things any true seeker must do is trash all notions of a deity or deities.
There is only the faceless awareness, from which all worlds, all universes, are witnessed.
* * * *
What are human beings but collectives of organized protoplasm,
With exteriors about which narcissism and hedonism and greed orbit.
About which consciousness, about which imagination, makes endless ado.
Crunchy-chewy-gooey vats of imagination, vats of make-believe;
Dreamtimes, dancing in the timeless void of eternity.
* * * *
You were maybe expecting some magical being or buddha or ivory tower wizard to scribe all this?
To take you on some joyous magic carpet ride to the feet of some great deity?
To stoke your vanity, and heal all your pain and suffering?
Nope, sorry, you will have to slog on through that all alone, same as everyone else.
* * * *
Om is the quantum vibration, the quantum hum, the quantum drone.
The source of all materialization, of all dreamtimes, of all creations.
* * * *
We all have impacts on the lives of others, the dreamtimes of others, both positive and negative.
Impacts that spin all our worlds into seemingly new directions, that fate's long and winding illusions,
Every moment – through awareness, five senses, and a transmitter – make this quantum matrix apparent.
Our fates pull and push us all along in kaleidoscope fashion, in an eternal, inescapably timeless journey,
That none can discern, but through but vague perceptions we glean, as our dreams tick-tick-tick away.
* * * *
It is an omnipresent theater.
It is an omnipotent theater.
It is an omniscient theater.
It is an elemental theater.
It is a dreamtime theater.
It is a morphing theater.
It is an illusory theater.
It is a quantum theater.
It is a timeless theater.
It is a worldly theater.
It is an eternal theater.
It is a sensory theater.
It is a cosmic theater.
It is a mirage theater.
It is a matrix theater.
It is a mortal theater.
It is a neural theater.
It is a dreamy theater.
It is a fleeting theater.
It is a manifest theater.
It is a vibrating theater.
It is a space-time theater.
It is an imaginary theater.
It is a monotonous theater.
It is a touchy-feely theater.
It is an immaculate theater.
It is a Shakespearian theater.
It is an unborn-undying theater.
It is an incomprehensible theater.
It is a three-dimensional theater.
It is an extemporaneous theater.
It is an ever-churning theater.
It is an ever-changing theater.
It is an immeasurable theater.
It is a kaleidoscoping theater.
It is an unfathomable theater.
It is a monkey-mind theater.
It is an orchestrated theater.
It is an unknowable theater.
It is an incalculable theater.
It is an inexplicable theater.
It is a never-ending theater.
It is an astounding theater.
It is an impromptu theater.
It is a time-bound theater.
It is an indivisible theater.
It is a predictable theater.
It is a narcissistic theater.
It is an expansive theater.
It is an immortal theater.
It is a Darwinian theater.
It is an indelible theater.
It is an ineffable theater.
It is an immense theater.
It is a hedonistic theater.
It is a ceaseless theater.
It is a pointless theater.
It is an esoteric theater.
It is a temporal theater.
It is a majestic theater.
It is a magical theater.
It is a mystery theater.
It is an empty theater.
It is the grand theater.
It is the théâtre absurde.
* * * *
Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to touch, prior to smell, prior to taste, prior to consciousness,
Awareness is.
Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to touch, prior to smell, prior to taste, prior to consciousness,
Eternity is.
Prior to sight, prior to sound, prior to touch, prior to smell, prior to taste, prior to consciousness,
You are.
* * * *
There is nobody to follow; you must forge your own path.
You must explore, You must discern, what is true, for your Self, by your Self.
There is not some all-pervasive, all-powerful deity, at the helm, despite all propaganda to the contrary.
The moment can be heaven, the moment can be purgatory, the moment can be hell.
You are the one and only witness to your dreamtime.
Attitude is all.
* * * *
No need for deities.
No need for souls.
No need for angels.
No need for saints.
No need for demons,
No need for belief.
No need for scripture.
No need for dogma.
No need for priests.
No need for idols,
No need for worship.
No need for prayer.
No need for superstition.
No need for cathedrals,
No need for heavens.
No need for purgatories.
No need for infernos.
No need for anything.
Awareness is all.
* * * *
Idealistic notions have a way of creeping into consciousness,
No matter how you make every attempt to swat them away.
* * * *
All our ancestors combined did not have all the experiential adventures that current times offer.
A world ripe, a world seasoned, for exploration, and mindsets so much freer of cultural constraints.
Would they envy us, or shake their heads in disbelief over the absurdity so many have embraced.
* * * *
There is nothing to follow, nothing to be, nothing to do.
You are your own teacher, you are your own student.
Learn whatever suits you, do whatever draws you.
Live your life as freely as the given time allows.
* * * *
Why would you follow any god that has any vanity or avarice or malice at all?
Everyone else does, why shouldn’t you, is that really what you’re settling for?
* * * *
What is this garden planet, what is this pale blue dot,
But a tiny speck of dust, spinning away in the void.
All that vanity and greed, absolutely meaningless.
* * * *
When it comes to an opportunity for any military to rain destruction down upon the masses,
The reality is they gotta get rid of all that cobwebbed inventory somehow.
Gotta keep the defense-industrial complex in business.
Gotta add another star to the resume.
The little people always pay the price for tribal thinking.
* * * *
What will come of all this?
Well, absolutely nothing, of course, and what do you care?
Worlds come and go, stars come and go, galaxies come and go, universes come and go.
Only You remain, awareness, eternally alone.
* * * *
It is about the words, and what if anything, they in combination,
Perchance spark into consciousness, perchance at some higher level.
* * * *
Life or death, every moment a decision.
Another day; let the countdown continue.
* * * *
What would happen if all of humanity suddenly shifted into an enlightened paradigm?
What an absurd thing to bother pondering; you make me laugh plenty ha-ha hard, Pilgrim.
* * * *
Where is the yoke in these writings? Where is the burden?
What yoke can the clarity of rationality ever create,
But a mindfulness to not accept any pretense,
At least as far as the ultimate truth goes.
We all have to survive, to abide, in some how, in some way.
The one-percenters have always set the tone, to which all below yield or perish,
But you need not give the insatiable beast more than the token morsels of vanity and greed it demands.
Play their theater, endure your stage, with whatever serenity and harmony you can muster,
In whatever dreamtime this ever-kaleidoscoping quantum garden manifests.
* * * *
All this is written because it is how imagination entices me into giving it the wheel.
All this is perused because it is how imagination entices you into giving it the wheel.
* * * *
Inflation is about ridiculous prices, about ridiculous sizes,
And supply chains dissolving before they can even get there.
* * * *
Nothing can be more, nothing can be less, nothing can be, but what it is.
What more is there to say, what more is there to do, what more is there to be?
* * * *
See the nothingness.
Hear the nothingness.
Taste the nothingness.
Inhale the nothingness.
Feel the nothingness.
Be the nothingness.
* * * *
Perhaps this matrix all began because You got a craving, a hankering, an itch,
To do something more than just be timeless nothingness.
So here you right-here-right-now are,
Imprisoned by a creation, far from conclusion.
* * * *
Being in the moment, being the moment, being the pure unadulterated awareness,
Prior to the movement of consciousness, prior to the movement of imagination,
Is a discipline not easily forged, and only by the rare few drawn to the quest.
* * * *
The mind’s eye, bent by the trivia of time, is lost in the tapestry of imagination.
All the yesterdays, all the tomorrows, however any given moment is nooked and crannied,
Are a long and convoluted maze, in which imagination, through eternity weaves.
All threads are relative to the mind’s eye in which they are beheld.
None more absolute, more true, than any other’s.
* * * *
This blob, this wall of flesh, this sheen of light,
Is outside and inside the one and only You,
Each and every kaleidoscoping moment.
Duality is the lie born of imagination.
* * * *
In the great relativity, what is the human species but a throng of crunchy-chewy-gooey microorganisms,
With arms and legs, hearts and minds, portraying every variety of pride and greed and futility,
Every variety of narcissism and hedonism, imagination has the audacity to muster.
There is no possible triumphant ending to this Shakespearian filibuster,
Told by idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
* * * *
That answer is yes.
That answer is no.
That answer is maybe.
Maybe does not mean yes.
* * * *
What can we expect with software that is billions of years old?
A long fire-sharpened stick, and maybe a sling, with whatever stones were about,
Was what our kind got along with, most of our post-jungle, around-the-world, Petri-dish walkabout.
* * * *
The final solution to the blasphemy of the human paradigm is extinction.
How long it can be dodged, how long it can be forestalled, how long it can be annulled,
Is a question for history to answer, if there perchance happens to be anyone left to ponder the question.
Who will be the last man, the last woman, the last boy, the last girl, the last any tag?
And how could that one last shimmer of human intelligence,
Possibly know, much less care,
As that last breath, without fanfare, quietly expires.
And the eternal quantum mystery, kaleidoscopes on, nary a tremor to the beat.
* * * *
Almost like you never did it.
Almost like you never saw it.
Almost like you never heard it.
Almost like you never tasted it.
Almost like you never smelled it.
Almost like you never sensed it.
Like it never happened at all.
* * * *
You cannot hold on to anything for more than an instant at a time.
And even in that moment, there is nothing that is not quantum illusion.
You are the awareness, you are the mystery, that is witness to all of eternity,
Whirling and twirling within and without, that which is neither within or without.
Forever is a fallacious idea, an imaginary notion; only as real as imagination imagines.
* * * *
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
Dexterity
Discipline
Durability
Dynamism
Ease
Efficiency
Effortlessness
Élan
Endurance
Energy
Equilibrium
Fitness
Flexibility
Fluidity
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.
* * * *
You do not have to keep playing the game.
Just get up from the table and gone-boy elsewhere.
Bam! Instantly homeless, and free to willy-nilly walkabout.
* * * *
To imagine the horrors on the horizon, is the dystopian cuisine of philosophers,
And fiction writers of book and screen, and the vast spectrum of all things tabloid.
* * * *
Getting out while the getting's good, may save you a lot of pain and bother,
And leave family and friends with a little less anguish,
And perhaps more treasure.
* * * *
The Foundation of Serenity:
Forgiveness
Innocence
Compassion
Contentment
Truth
* * * *
Wonder how much of that tax-fee-license-tariff-permit-ticket-toll -fare,
Goes into food and booze and round-the-water-cooler-and-dumbphone time.
* * * *
You are not going to evade an iceberg once it is already gutting the hull like a hapless fish.
A waste of time even thinking about it; may as well enjoy whatever is left, pedal to the metal.
* * * *
Now.
It is not a belief system.
There are no leaders, theres are no followers.
There are no sanctuaries, there are no scriptures, there are no doctrines.
There are no priests, nor is there any need for faith, nor others.
There is only the right-here-right-now moment.
There is only primeval awareness.
There is only You.
Alone.
* * * *
All the human beings you have known as friends and family;
As lovers, acquaintances, coworkers, strangers, adversaries, enemies,
Have all, each and every one, wrought the frame of reference, of the witness,
The mind, the awareness, the Self, that has chanced upon this aphorism.
* * * *
Each and every moment, each and every perception of your existence,
Is a translation, a rendition, an epiphany, a revelation, an insight,
That is continually incorporated into your frame of reference.
The pattern you are, the part you play, was scripted from the get-go.
* * * *
Does tabula rasa think itself tabula rasa?
Does a microbe think itself a microbe?
Does a squirrel think itself a squirrel?
Does a salmon think itself a salmon?
Does a spider think itself a spider?
Does a turtle think itself a turtle?
Does an ant think itself an ant?
Does a frog think itself a frog?
Does a squid think itself a squid?
Does a lobster think itself a lobster?
Does a sparrow think itself a sparrow?
Does a newborn think itself a newborn?
Does awareness think itself awareness?
Does cosmos think itself cosmos?
Does now think itself now?
Does Self think itself Self?
Do You think yourself You?
Does mystery think itself mystery?
* * * *
Same old bubble of misinformation.
Same old bubble of deception.
Same old bubble of contention.
Same old bubble of conspiracy.
Same old bubble of fraud.
Same old bubble of treachery
Same old bubble of dishonesty.
Same old bubble of artifice.
Same old bubble of stories.
Same old bubble of invention.
Same old bubble of tall tales.
Same old bubble of falsehoods.
Same old bubble of lies.
Same old bubble of notions.
Same old bubble of absurdity.
Same old bubble of debate.
Same old bubble of belief.
Same old bubble of trickery.
Same old bubble of controversy.
Same old bubble of argument.
Same old bubble of shams.
Same old bubble of subterfuge.
Same old bubble of claims.
Same old bubble of excuses.
Same old bubble of half-truths.
Same old bubble of propaganda.
Same old bubble of spin.
Same old bubble of fabrication.
Same old bubble of duplicity.
Same old bubble of cheating.
Same old bubble of opinion.
Same old bubble of strife.
Same old bubble of dispute.
Same old bubble of disagreement.
Same old bubble of whatever.
* * * *
The mind bent by the trivia of time, clings, contained, compelled.
The mind given over to awareness, streams, unbridled, boundless.
* * * *
All religions are cults that call themselves religions,
Once they get enough members and a few buildings.
* * * *
Where is the mind that is but a still, serene pool of awareness?
Where is the mind, content merely to be the given moment?
Time is an illusion, space is an illusion, mind is an illusion.
* * * *
The tango between male and female has been a challenge, a debate, a competition,
Ever since mitosis mutated into meiosis over a billion-plus years ago.
It may not work well in this so-called civilized world,
But it is a partnership that got us here.
* * * *
How to be in the world, and not of it,
Is for each imaginary mind to alone discern,
On its long and winding pathless never traveled.
To surrender to the moment, to allow serenity to reign,
Can be a challenge for a mind shaped by striving and conflict.
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The only difference between any moment,
Is the continuous movement of sentience, of consciousness, of imagination,
Interpreting the perpetual input of the allotted senses,
As they weave their universes.
* * * *
To believe You can ever know your unknowable is delusional.
All You can do is be the awareness that You every moment are.
* * * *
Awareness is ever-present, ever now.
It is up to consciousness to throw in the towel,
If it seeks to get anywhere in the vicinity of keeping up,
With the eternity in every breath, in every step, in every moment.
* * * *
Measuring stardust always ends up at the same dead end, the same blank wall,
As every other illusion-delusion perception, the monkey-mind has ever devised.
* * * *
With just one twist of a sentence, or one scene upon a screen,
A writer can turn any plot, in ways reality can never fathom.
* * * *
We all spend our early years, exploring, probing, our capacities and limitations.
The early branches to our fates, prove not all can be destined for great things.
Power and fame and fortune, oftentimes eludes even the most determined.
Rest assured, something will happen, whether or not it matches the aspirations.
* * * *
Imagination, despite all its efforts, races the moment, to no avail.
The awareness, is always to and beyond any brass ring, in every race.
* * * *
This eternally timeless moment seems real, but in the next, is forever gone.
And the next, and the next, and every other next, forever on and on.
And then, with the final wheezing breath. they are all done and gone forever.
And the placidly philosophical Tralfamadorians, all nod in unison, the ‘So it goes’ nod.
* * * *
The entire human paradigm,
Is made up of stories that we live and die by.
None real; all, imagined.
* * * *
It is attachment to the mind-body and its quantum sensory theater,
That holds You back from being the timeless eternal moment You are.
Simply detach from the dreamtime, and You will be the only You there is.
* * * *
Abiding chronic agony is never easy for any.
One must mine deeply into the depths of the lifeforce,
To glean the will, the grit, the gumption, to endure the daily slog.
* * * *
How can the intangible moment, the intangible awareness,
Be anything but unutterably priceless to the measuring mind?
* * * *
Mother Nature bats first, she bats last, she bats every moment between.
For the human species, to believe it can, with impunity, forever stretch and break her rules,
Is absolute madness beyond all pales, absurdity ad infinitum on steroids.
The unfolding dystopian catastrophe has barely begun.
How lucky you are, if you are old.
* * * *
That subtle belief in the human mind, that it is more, that it will be more,
Is the false flag of consciousness, enticing You back,
Into its foggy illusion-delusion.
* * * *
All differences attain the same grave.
All stories are but imaginary tales.
Be and allow is the highest law.
* * * *
Conscious breathing is the about the only way to keep up with the awareness,
And even then, it is a horse race, in which consciousness,
Is always going to come up short.
* * * *
Every religion, every military, every sport, every business,
Every club, every fraternity, every sorority, every band, every gang,
Every group everywhere, has its funny little dress code.
Groupthink is all in the human paradigm.
* * * *
Face it, bro, we are in an extremely bizarre dream, and death appears the only escape, maybe.
It may seem very touchy-feely real, but that is because the quantum programming is friggin’ amazing.
Whether it was natural selection or some supreme deity’s design, is not worth quarreling about.
If there is more to it, that is way above any pay grade, anyone here is deigned to know.
* * * *
You must come from somewhere; and you will stay or go,
And perhaps return, perhaps several times, as the Fates ordain.
* * * *
How big do You require the statistical sample to be,
To get the gist of what it is to have existed as a human being?
Contentment, with all You have seen, all you have done, is the brass ring.
* * * *
How all this came about, can never ever be known; everything is speculation.
Anyone who pretends to know something should be ignored,
Or laughed at, until they go far, far away.
* * * *
Scientific Method is the most rational, precise way, to examine this mystery, but it is far from infallible.
Scientific Method … noun … a method of procedure,
That has characterized natural science since the 17th century,
Consisting in systematic observation, measurement, and experiment,
And the formulation, testing, and modification of hypotheses.
1) Define the question
2) Gather information and resources (observe)
3) Form hypothesis
4) Perform experiment and collect data
5) Analyze data
6) Interpret data and draw conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis
7) Publish results
8) Retest (frequently done by other scientists)
* * * *
What is this thing we call death, but the end of another beginning.
Yet another trifling moment, done and undone, in quantum timeless.
* * * *
Odds are, no one will ever be as interested in your world as you are.
It would be an impossible feat for anyone to ever put aside their own.
* * * *
Your existence, your world, your universe,
Is but an illusion of perception born of imagination,
Inspired by the five senses, linked to the mind, you call yours.
The reality You are, is so much greater, than the minute shimmer allotted.
* * * *
To be … the truth … the life … the way …
Is to be in absolute, solitary relationship,
With the moment, with the singularity,
You, awareness, every moment are.
* * * *
All your power, all your prestige, all your wealth, does not make you special.
We all end up, with all our fellow earthlings, in the same grave, sooner or later.
Build all the castles you please, climb every mountain you can, it is all for naught.
* * * *
History can be looked at from an infinity of angles and dimensions.
Personal history, group history, world history, natural history, universal history.
There is no end to the myriad ways consciousness can cut the pie, it has in imagination baked.
* * * *
Infinite or infinitesimal, the awareness does not care.
Spiritual or agnostic, the awareness does not care.
Live or die, the awareness does not care.
Do or do not, the awareness does not care.
Succeed or fail, the awareness does not care.
Love or hate, the awareness does not care.
Still or moving, the awareness does not care.
Tit or tat, the awareness does not care.
Up or down, the awareness does not care.
Around or through, the awareness does not care.
Fat or thin, the awareness does not care.
Strong or weak, the awareness does not care.
Hard or soft, the awareness does not care.
Give or take, the awareness does not care.
Wise or foolish, the awareness does not care.
Beautiful or ugly, the awareness does not care.
Big or small, the awareness does not care.
Known or unknown, the awareness does not care.
Awake or asleep, the awareness does not care.
Rich or poor, the awareness does not care.
Awake or asleep, the awareness does not care.
True or false, the awareness does not care.
Ecstasy or agony, the awareness does not care.
First or last, the awareness does not care.
Full or empty, the awareness does not care.
Sweet or bitter, the awareness does not care.
Loud or quiet, the awareness does not care.
Straight or rounded, the awareness does not care.
Astute or obtuse, the awareness does not care.
Clear or opaque, the awareness does not care.
Thick or thin, the awareness does not care.
Brave or cowardly, the awareness does not care.
Equal or lopsided, the awareness does not care.
King or slave, the awareness does not care.
Queen or whore, the awareness does not care.
Young or old, the awareness does not care.
Male or female, the awareness does not care.
Honest or dishonest, the awareness does not care.
Wild or tame, the awareness does not care.
Clean or foul, the awareness does not care.
Cautious or reckless, the awareness does not care.
Hit or miss, the awareness does not care.
Lead or follow, the awareness does not care.
High or low, the awareness does not care.
Truth or lie, the awareness does not care.
Deep or shallow, the awareness does not care.
Open or closed, the awareness does not care.
Rational or absurd, the awareness does not care.
Near or far, the awareness does not care.
In or out, the awareness does not care.
Free or imprisoned, the awareness does not care.
Full or empty, the awareness does not care.
Attached or detached, the awareness does not care.
All or none, the awareness does not care.
Smart or stupid, the awareness does not care.
Tall or short, the awareness does not care.
Forward or backward, the awareness does not care.
Before or after, the awareness does not care.
Selfless or selfish, the awareness does not care.
Within or without, the awareness does not care.
Yay or nay, the awareness does not care.
Close or distant, the awareness does not care.
Normal or weird, the awareness does not care.
Dry or wet, the awareness does not care.
Hot or cold, the awareness does not care.
Constant or fickle, the awareness does not care.
Positive or negative, the awareness does not care.
Happy or sad, the awareness does not care.
Over or under, the awareness does not care.
Loose or tight, the awareness does not care.
Plus or minus, the awareness does not care.
Above or below, the awareness does not care.
Inside or outside, the awareness does not care.
Simple or complex, the awareness does not care.
Black or white, the awareness does not care.
Smooth or coarse, the awareness does not care.
Wide or narrow, the awareness does not care.
Gentle or cruel, the awareness does not care.
Humble or vain, the awareness does not care.
On or off, the awareness does not care.
Here or there, the awareness does not care.
Have or have not, the awareness does not care.
Sharp or dull, the awareness does not care.
Good or bad, the awareness does not care.
Right or wrong, the awareness does not care.
Everything or nothing, the awareness does not care.
Something or nothing, awareness does not care.
White or black, the awareness does not care.
Light or dark, the awareness does not care.
This or that, the awareness does not care.
Awareness holds on to nothing; why do You?
* * * *
The magical mystery tour of imagination.
Time and space are mind-body illusion.
Five senses contrive a cosmic theater.
The agony, the ecstasy, the absurdity.
All are helpless upshots of mutation.
The genetic lottery casts all askew.
Sand ever falling in the hourglass.
Quantum matrix, the same in all.
The awareness, the same in all.
The sentience, the same in all.
The moment, the same in all.
The mystery, the same in all.
We are stardust, come to life.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
We are cousins of the puddle.
All are molded by their niche.
Who has ever had any choice?
Who has ever seen their face?
Who has ever been like me?
Who has ever been like you?
Who has ever been like him?
Who has ever been like her?
Who has ever been like them?
We are all just prisoners here.
All adrift in labyrinth of mind.
Ever more in common than not.
Belief is but a delusionary fog.
Be and allow, the highest law.
‘Tis but an hour, strutted, fretted.
Vanity and greed rule the world.
A species unable to contain itself.
A cancer devouring our dust ball.
The horror, the horror, no respite.
No one sees their allotted facade.
All wander the same stage, alone.
Nothing is ever the same nothing.
All lives are but imaginary dreams.
All differences are but shell games.
We are cousins of natural selection.
So many trivial things given weight.
All differences share the same grave.
Paradox and irony and absurdity rule.
The sound, the fury, signifying nothing.
* * * *
The good news is there is nothing to believe.
The good news is there is nothing to seek.
The good news is there is nothing to worship.
The good news is there is nothing know.
The good news is there is nothing to follow.
The good news is there is nothing to judge.
The good news is there is nothing to ponder.
The good news is there is nothing to do.
The good news is there is nothing to undo
The good news is there is nothing say.
The good news is there is nothing to be.
The good news is there is nothing accept.
The good news is there is nothing to deny.
The good news is there is nothing to study.
The good news is there is nothing to join.
The good news is there is nothing to create.
The good news is there is nothing to surrender.
The good news is there is nothing to reflect.
The good news is there is nothing to generate.
The good news is there is nothing to consent.
The good news is there is nothing to divide.
The good news is there is nothing to contend.
The good news is there is nothing to refuse.
The good news is there is nothing to permit.
The good news is there is nothing to ignore.
The good news is there is nothing to borrow.
The good news is there is nothing to commit.
The good news is there is nothing to align.
The good news is there is nothing to merge.
The good news is there is nothing to wallow.
The good news is there is nothing to grapple.
The good news is there is nothing to strain.
The good news is there is nothing to solicit.
The good news is there is nothing to negotiate.
The good news is there is nothing to claim.
The good news is there is nothing to assert.
The good news is there is nothing to evaluate.
The good news is there is nothing to moderate.
The good news is there is nothing to regulate.
The good news is there is nothing to barter.
The good news is there is nothing to control.
The good news is there is nothing to tame.
The good news is there is nothing to mediate.
The good news is there is nothing to speculate.
The good news is there is nothing to guess.
The good news is there is nothing to appraise.
The good news is there is nothing to battle.
The good news is there is nothing to tithe.
The good news is there is nothing to promote.
The good news is there is nothing to decide.
The good news is there is nothing to concede.
The good news is there is nothing to bargain.
The good news is there is nothing to yearn.
The good news is there is nothing to shelter.
The good news is there is nothing to appeal.
The good news is there is nothing to summon.
The good news is there is nothing to mediate.
The good news is there is nothing to obligate.
The good news is there is nothing to evaluate.
The good news is there is nothing to calculate.
The good news is there is nothing to achieve.
The good news is there is nothing to build.
The good news is there is nothing to coerce.
The good news is there is nothing to compel.
The good news is there is nothing to measure
The good news is there is nothing to refute.
The good news is there is nothing to grasp.
The good news is there is nothing to protect.
The good news is there is nothing to gauge.
The good news is there is nothing to defend.
The good news is there is nothing to renounce.
The good news is there is nothing to establish.
The good news is there is nothing to dissolve.
The good news is there is nothing to retain.
The good news is there is nothing to embrace.
The good news is there is nothing to reject.
The good news is there is nothing to relinquish.
The good news is there is nothing to conquer.
The good news is there is nothing to subdue.
The good news is there is nothing to expand.
The good news is there is nothing to contract.
The good news is there is nothing to require.
The good news is there is nothing to request.
The good news is there is nothing to possess.
The good news is there is nothing to approve.
The good news is that …
The eternal moment, the eternal awareness, the eternal singularity, the eternal You,
The ineffable You, the indivisible You, the indelible You, the unfathomable You, the indefinable You,
Is free and clear of all trespass, free and clear of any yoke, whatsoever.
You are it, it is You, there is no other.
Be, free.
* * * *
What is it about humankind and its genomic blend, that it is so insecure, that it is so fearful,
That it, across all geographies, has imagined a supreme deity or a gaggle of deities,
To praise or blame for the blessings and misfortunes of this mortal theater?
Surely, existing as gracefully as possible in the given ebb and flow,
Is enough for anyone sensibly abiding the rhythms of nature.
There is no exultant ending to any mortal narrative.
To endure it rationally, stoically, is an admirable achievement.
* * * *
You are the timeless awareness.
You are the eternal moment.
You are all the worlds.
You are all the stars,
You are all the stardust.
You are every quantum display.
You are all the space within and without.
You are the entire universe, and beyond all beyonds.
You are the infinitesimal, the infinite, unborn-undying totality.
You are the ineffable, inexplicable mystery, in which all appearances dance.
* * * *
How is it that so many seers of this infinite, indifferent mystery,
Generate so much absurdity, that morphs into so much painful misery?
How much better for the all, it might be, to stay silent, to say little or nothing.
Daito Kokushi, fourteenth century Japanese Zen master of the Rinzai school, wrote:
“Wishing to entice the blind, The Buddha has playfully let words escape his golden mouth.
Heaven and earth are ever since filled with entangling briars.”
Hopefully, these way too many cogitations,
Will find their way to oblivion,
Before wreaking too much mayhem.
One can never discern how noble intentions,
Will be warped and perverted in the theaters of mind.
* * * *
All sentience is the awareness.
You are the awareness.
I am the awareness.
He is the awareness.
She is the awareness.
They are the awareness.
The same awareness is in all things.
Despite all imaginary concoctions to the contrary,
There is no other.
* * * *
Prior to consciousness.
Prior to sentience.
Prior to dreams.
Prior to words.
Prior to thought.
Prior to narratives.
Prior to forms, You are.
* * * *
Call it eternity.
Call it god.
Call it awareness.
Call it the moment.
Call it now.
Call it perpetuity.
Call it infinity.
Call it nothing.
Call it everything.
Call it ineffable.
Call it mystery.
Call it whatever.
It is the same nothing, it is the same everything it is, has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Science and all related fields, can never grasp the full truth,
Because truth, is prior to all things measurable,
Prior to all things theoretical,
Prior to all things born of consciousness.
It is the indelible, ineffable, intangible indivisibility.
It is the unknowable, inexplicable, unborn-undying mystery, prior to all.
* * * *
What could awareness possibly need?
What could awareness possibly want?
What could awareness possibly fear?
What could awareness possibly dread?
What could awareness possibly love?
What could awareness possibly hate?
What could awareness possibly believe?
What could awareness possibly see?
What could awareness possibly hear?
What could awareness possibly smell?
What could awareness possibly taste?
What could awareness possibly feel?
What could awareness possibly think?
What could awareness possibly know?
What could awareness possibly anything?
As is written in the Sixth Sutra of Manuel Schoch’s
Bitten by the Black Snake translation of the Ashtravaka Gita:
You are not your body, your body is not you.
You are not the doer, you are not the enjoyer.
You are pure awareness, the witness of all things.
You are without expectation, free.
Wherever you go, be happy.
* * * *
You pose, You pretend, You politic, You participate, as your sensory theater dictates.
To consider yourself free in the winds of this choiceless pattern You play, is absurd.
* * * *
Awareness is the inherent mystery.
There is no deity to worship.
There is no groupthink.
There is no ministry.
There is no doctrine.
There is but awareness.
And it is free, to any and all,
Who have the insight to fathom it.
* * * *
It is imagination that craves, not the awareness.
It is imagination that fears, not the awareness.
It is imagination that dreads, not the awareness.
It is imagination that loves, not the awareness.
It is imagination that hates, not the awareness.
It is imagination that suffers, not the awareness.
It is imagination that delights, not the awareness.
It is imagination that cherishes, not the awareness.
It is imagination that trusts, not the awareness.
It is imagination that believes, not the awareness.
It is imagination that scorns, not the awareness.
It is imagination that lusts, not the awareness.
It is imagination that deceives, not the awareness.
It is imagination that lies, not the awareness.
It is imagination that cheats, not the awareness.
It is imagination that steals, not the awareness.
is imagination that creates, not the awareness.
It is imagination that preserves, not the awareness.
It is imagination that destroys, not the awareness.
It is imagination that seeks, not the awareness.
It is imagination that finds, not the awareness.
It is imagination that raptures, not the awareness.
The root of everything human, is the stew of imagination.
* * * *
All are mesmerized by the quantum matrix.
A few and far between awaken to that which all truly are,
But even they likely fall into slumber more than they might care admit.
Few can long sit in a cave, staring at a wall, and not be drawn out into the dreamtime,
At least occasionally for short bouts of drinking and whoring and sundry other disreputable respites.
* * * *
The small have their time, as do the large; all are predators, all are prey.
There are no survivors in this unborn-undying eternal mystery.
Only witnesses born into illusions beyond counting.
* * * *
We all wander in the same ineffable, eternal moment,
With entirely different perceptions, different worlds, different universes.
Pretty tough for imagination, in its never-ending swirl of space-time, to do anything the same.
* * * *
Yes, there is a supreme deity, and it is peering out through your eyes,
As it is through those of every other sentient creature,
Ever fashioned in all of creation.
And it is not that awareness that judges the creation,
But you, and all the other two-leggeds, across the human paradigm,
Who wrought what they see, into heavens and hells of their habituated persuasions.
Like Santa Claus in the Christmas jingle, everyone is keeping their lists, and checking them twice.
So many, wander about, believing what they think so important to some on-high,
But it is never more than the muddled miasma of imagination.
We all come and go; only awareness remains.
Untouched by any of it.
* * * *
So many dreams before this moment, so many dreams after this moment.
All the same simultaneous moment; indivisibly, ineffably, indelibly timeless.
Space and time, and all it myriad forms, are but the inventions of consciousness.
Discern the quantum play for what it is, and perceive the ether of awareness, You are.
* * * *
History, whether the leather-chair-pipe-smoking sort, steeped in scholarly exactness,
Or the fictional variety by storytellers, using smatterings of this and that, to punctuate their tales,
Are always just stories, born of imagination, in its ceaseless play of space and time.
Eternity is ever oblivious to the busy-busy of human consciousness.
* * * *
What will you do when you finally awaken to the fact, that the deity or deities,
That you spent your life worshipping, have never existed as more than imaginary idols.
That all the time, all the effort, all the treasury, all the dread of heavens and hells, was for naught.
* * * *
Like the pruning of any young tree or bush,
The natural selections of any species early in its game,
Dictate its unchangeable traits down the line.
* * * *
You are nothing more than a blob of crunchy-chewy-gooey,
With arms, legs, fingers, toes, a larynx, a face, and other accoutrements,
That, paired with imagination, hoodwink you into believing you are something more.
But there is no more, this is it, this is all there is, a one-time show, nothing more, nothing less, poof!
No deities on high, no heavens, no hells, just this timeless moment, this here, this now,
For you to play out, to imagine, however your nature-nurture calls.
Demon or angel, your decision, every moment.
* * * *
In the stick-shift of the mind, learn where neutral is,
So you can slow down every once and a while,
And watch the road less traveled in glide.
* * * *
Imagination being what it is, truth to one, is blasphemy to another.
And all the while, the truth in every ethereal moment, all but ignored.
* * * *
So astounding, that every single, solitary, timeless moment,
The universe, huge beyond all comprehension,
Kaleidoscopes simultaneously.
* * * *
Orgasms are created by friction; flesh rubbing against flesh, or some other thing or another.
Masturbation is merely the solo version of the quest for pleasure; no need to make it a taboo.
* * * *
Awareness does not exist; it is not alive.
Only imagination imagines it is the mind-body,
And the reverie through which it wanders.
You are but a figment of imagination.
* * * *
The strategies and tactics of any planning,
Be they battle or business or game or life,
Must always remain dynamic and flexible,
In the ever-changing ripples flowing about.
* * * *
Is it space and time that move, or the mind that witnesses it?
The mind which only imagines itself separate from the totality.
The mind which is the entirety of eternity, unknowable to all.
* * * *
Where is the word, the number, the note, the hieroglyphic, in the moment?
All movement of mind is nothing more than the creation of imagination.
How can language and mathematics and music and other cryptograms,
Be anything more than imaginary constructs in the ethereality of eternity?
* * * *
Odds are, an oxygenated mind,
Has much better chance at happiness and contentment,
Than the oxygen-deprived sort.
* * * *
Plan and prepare your estate, your legacy, and other wishes, as best you can for after your demise,
But know that many if not most intentions may well go other ways,
And you will neither know nor care.
* * * *
You really believe human life is sacrosanct in this dream?
Try telling that to Mother Nature, and all her other creations.
Go tell it on the mountain, so to speak, if you think it will listen.
And be mindful about that bear behind you.
* * * *
Eternity makes space and time,
And all quantum illusions possible.
Where would clouds be without the sky?
* * * *
Memory creates a sense past, a sense of future, a sense of identity, a sense of culture,
A sense of history, in an eternity that neither cares about, nor remembers anything.
* * * *
Prior to all this folderol, all this absurdity, all this madness,
There is nothing into which consciousness can lay its hooks.
* * * *
It takes a no-frills to middling amount of doubt and detachment,
Of pluck and valor, of grit and gumption, of boldness and humility,
To embrace the eternal totality, You are, have ever been, will ever be.
And in the same ever-present moment, are not, never were, will never be.
* * * *
Looking back at your entire existence,
What say did you have in anything,
That lead you to be reading this?
Or me having pondered it for You?
* * * *
Never pass up a golden opportunity for a good shit or piss.
Get that poison out whenever the entrails are up for an offering.
* * * *
What is any dreamtime, fostered by any sentience, but the infinity of momentary awareness,
Peering out in every achievable, naturally-selected, quantum way,
Into that which is both part and whole.
* * * *
Any existence is replete with compromises and compensations.
Even the most principled, must flounder, at least occasionally.
* * * *
It all being a phantasmic quantum illusion,
Your entire existence has been spent talking to your Self.
On the grandest scale, humility is meaningless.
* * * *
Anticipation is well and good when thoughts are pleasant ones,
But far less so when the mind does not fathom them in a positive light.
How to negotiate existence in any given moment, without the shadow of time,
Is ofttimes a challenge for those who would be eternally timeless.
* * * *
Only rarely hurts to experiment with changing up any given game a bit.
New strategies, new tactics, varied approaches, can be quite redeeming.
* * * *
You came.
You saw.
You listened.
You tasted.
You smelled.
You touched.
You departed.
* * * *
Wonder how many of these ancient histories we believe really happened,
Were really nothing more than campfire stories to amuse and inspire some tribe.
No more real than all the books, movies, television shows, with which we fill our time.
How easy it can be, for fiction to spin its way into supposed fact, in many an undiscerning mind.
* * * *
Attention to the timeless moment is the sword of discernment.
It can be used to conquer worlds, or one’s Self.
All fates are reckoned alone.
* * * *
And what exactly does that little piece of frothy trivia do for you,
Other than to make you yet another game show monkey contender.
* * * *
Where is the yoke in these writings? Where is the burden?
What yoke can the clarity of rationality ever create,
But a mindfulness to not accept any pretense,
At least as far as the ultimate truth goes.
* * * *
The song of mystery has an infinity of verses.
Many universes all making up a vast multiverse.
There is no beginning to it; there is no end to it,
Except the eternal oneness, that is source to all.
* * * *
The fundamental purpose of any language is communication.
To call the English language a bastard is profoundly wrong.
It is a mutt, a mix of lingual coding, that is strong and healthy,
Intelligent, rational, formidable, spirited, robust, stable, fearless,
And serves all well, in whatever way the ineffable moment requires.
* * * *
The goal of any writer is to plant something in other minds that will not be easily forgotten.
Who knows how many works are in used book stores and landfills,
And internet websites and burn piles,
And ancient libraries long ago fallen into ruin,
That never or barely even got a chance to be remembered.
* * * *
Another day of beating your head,
Against the illusion, the pretense, the futility,
Of imagining there is more, of imagining you are more.
It is what it is; You are what You are: this very moment, awareness.
An eternal mystery; unfathomable, indivisible, ineffable.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
What more is there to say?
* * * *
Yes, you have explored so many things.
Your mind is full of every variety of minutiae.
But truthfully, Pilgrim, what do you genuinely know?
You must empty the mind to discern what is, and what is not.
Wisdom is the loftiest mainstay of consciousness,
And even it must yield to oblivion.
* * * *
I, Quantum.
You, Quantum.
He, Quantum.
She, Quantum.
Us, Quantum.
It, Quantum.
All, Quantum.
* * * *
How surreal, the light.
How surreal, the tastes.
How surreal, the smells.
How surreal, the sounds.
How surreal, the textures.
How surreal, the sentience.
How surreal, the dream.
How surreal, the Self.
* * * *
I, Awareness.
You, Awareness.
He, Awareness.
She, Awareness.
Us, Awareness.
It, Awareness.
All, Awareness.
* * * *
Analog clocks spin.
Digital clocks emanate.
Calendar pages turn and turn.
Sun and moon go round and round.
Eternity never starts long enough to stop.
* * * *
What more is there to see?
What more is there to hear?
What more is there to taste?
What more is there to smell?
What more is there to feel?
What more is there to be?
What more is there to say?
What more is there to do?
What more is there to own?
What more is there to want?
What more is there to know?
What more is there to believe?
What more is there to pretend?
What more is there to love?
What more is there to hate?
What more is there to judge?
What more is there to destroy?
What more is there to preserve?
What more is there to create?
And yet, we slog on and on.
* * * *
A few lists of all the potential horrors we and our fellow earthlings face:
Climate change
Food
Gender equality
Poverty
Health
Human rights
Water scarcity
Children
Ageing
AIDS
Biodiversity
International law and Justice
Migration
Conflicts
Corruption
Cultural diversity
Environment
Overpopulation
Peace and security
Unemployment
Global Health
Pollution
Education
Nuclear proliferation
Underrated Issues
Whole brain emulation
Wild animal suffering
Safeguarding liberal democracy
Immigration restrictions
Spread of false ideas on social media
Science policy and infrastructure
High-leverage ways to speed up economic growth
Mental health
Top 10 world problems and their solutions
Climate Change
Wars and military conflicts
Water contamination
Human rights violation
Global health issues
Global poverty
Children's poor access to healthcare, education and safety
Access to food and hunger
Our list of the most pressing world problems
Risks from artificial intelligence
Catastrophic pandemics
Nuclear war
Great power war
Climate change
Similarly pressing but less developed areas
Civilization resilience
Suffering risks
Artificial sentience
Promoting positive values
Risks of stable totalitarianism
Space governance
Risks from atomically precise manufacturing
Risks from malevolent actors
Improving individual reasoning and cognition
Problems many of our readers prioritize
Factory farming
Easily preventable or treatable illness
Whole brain emulation
Wild animal suffering
Safeguarding liberal democracy
Immigration restrictions
Spread of false ideas on social media
Science policy and infrastructure
High-leverage ways to speed up economic growth
Mental health
* * * *
Damn all the clocks and calendars and worlds and moons and suns,
And anything else that tempts this mind-body back,
Into believing this dreamtime real.
* * * *
What are You but the infinity of awareness,
Peering out from the eternal moment through a sensory screen,
Into that which You are both part and whole.
* * * *
Dowse the flame of passion, still the ever-churning mind-body,
And discern the ever-present eternity, You every moment are.
Eternal life; it is that simple, for those simple enough to see.
* * * *
It is a god-eat-god, god-talk-to-god world.
It is a deity-eat-deity, deity-talk-to-deity world.
It is a mystery-eat-mystery, mystery-talk-to-mystery world.
* * * *
Why even bother with the word ‘love’, in a sorry-assed world,
Wherein, for only relatively brief moments, it bubbles to surface.
Sporadic visitations, for relatively limited, often dispirited showings.
As Willie Shakespeare implied times beyond: What fools these mortals be!
* * * *
Go to Your clear, endorphin-enriched mind, whenever You manage to remember it there,
As often as You are able, as often as You damn well please.
Preserve it with all Your might.
* * * *
How many would give anything to be standing in your shoes,
Doing dishes in clean water, next to a well-stocked refrigerator.
* * * *
Sad to think what we have done to the world,
That was so perfectly naturally-selected-Darwinesque,
Before we exited the jungles of long ago.
* * * *
Grit, gumption, initiative, work ethic, are not abstract, idealistic notions;
They are concrete states of mind, that make for a higher quality existence.
* * * *
Not easy to set aside all the scar tissue of a lifetime.
Consciousness, imagination, has a way of holding on,
To pretty much everything the mind-body has endured.
To be free, one must be very adept at being the moment.
* * * *
There is only the ether of awareness, eternal witness, unborn-undying, tabula rasa, right here, right now.
It has no forward.
It has no backward.
It has no right.
It has no left.
It has no up.
It has no down.
It has no before.
It has no after.
It has no form.
It has no traits.
It has no value.
It has no virtue.
It has no sight.
It has no sound.
It has no taste.
It has no smell.
It has no sense.
It has no voice.
It has no stories.
It has no good.
It has no bad.
It has no vanity.
It has no passion.
It has no hope.
It has no faith.
It has no need.
It has no greed.
It has no power.
It has no renown.
It has no wealth.
It has no ecstasy.
It has no agony.
It has no light.
It has no dark.
It has no birth.
It has no death.
It has no space.
It has no time.
It has no mind.
It has no imagination.
Earth, wind, water, fire, ethereal quantum dancers, eternity’s genesis, ever present, ever kaleidoscoping.
* * * *
Why do you torture yourself so, over so many things that can never be changed.
To satisfy another is not necessary; perhaps only rarely possible.
To do your best is all that you can/should ever offer.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Play your little part, as best ye are able.
Just remember Ecclesiastes 1:2
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.
* * * *
Change is.
Some, you like.
Some, you never will.
Oh well.
So it goes.
Deal with it.
Get over it.
Move on.
All you can really do,
Is play your short little tale,
As best you are able.
* * * *
Each of the five sensory organs – eyes, ears nose, tongue, skin –
Translate a different scintilla of the electromagnetic spectrum.
And in the quantum mind, an illusory universe kaleidoscopes eternal,
And imagination makes apparent, the mystery timelessly witnessing all dreams.
All naught but quantum duplicity, seemingly real, to all but those born to see the ineffable.
So many are so adept at examining the illusion in every way, but at some point, what is the point?
To discern that which is real, that which is true, one must set aside the mundane, still the mind,
And simply be the mystery of awareness; the indivisible, indelible, ineffable witness, in all.
* * * *
What a challenge to realize in daily living, that, that tiny little voice in your head,
That sense of self that gradually came to dominate your existence,
Is an invention of the natural selection of our species,
And that everything it spout's, is delusion.
There is no deity, up in the clouds, watching everything,
Tracking everything our genomic ‘thespian inclination’ has Shakespeared.
* * * *
Where is the desire in the moment?
Where is the fear in the moment?
Where is the dread in the moment?
Where is the fervor in the moment?
Where is the anger in the moment?
Where is the lust in the moment?
Where is the jealousy in the moment?
Where is the envy in the moment?
Where is the sorrow in the moment?
Where is the suffering in the moment?
Where is the hate in the moment?
Where is the love in the moment?
Where is the vanity in the moment?
Where is the arrogance in the moment?
Where is the futility in the moment?
Where is the persona in the moment?
Where is the imagination in the moment?
Where is any passion, any outburst, any obsession,
But in the ductless glands and viscera of the mind-body,
Ineradicably bound to the quantum illusion of space and time.
* * * *
You are playful piper, flaming bush, enduring ferryman, ascetic recluse;
A wandering madman journeying a cosmos spun of imagination.
You are all things, You are all spaces, You are all times.
There is nothing that You are not, and nothing that You are.
You are the irony, the paradox; unnamed, unclaimed, untamed.
* * * *
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely false narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely untrue narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely fake narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely incorrect narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely bogus narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely pretend narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely erroneous narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely wrong narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely sham narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely put-on narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely fallacious narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely dishonest narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely phony narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely made-up narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely deceptive narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely deceitful narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely forged narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely insincere narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely mistaken narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely made-up narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely copied narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely deceiving narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely insincere narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely artificial narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely fallacious narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely deceptive narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely fictitious narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely counterfeit narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely misleading narrative.
The human paradigm is founded upon an entirely fabricated narrative.
It ain’t true, it ain’t real, it ain’t correct, and it ain’t gonna last for much more forever.
But oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on, play your little part, as best ye are able.
* * * *
Scientists measure, mathematicians gauge, engineers and architects and craftsmen build,
Businessmen buy and sell, industrialists manufacture, artists create,
Politicians compromise, generals maneuver.
The world wags on.
* * * *
The rock has rock sentience, rock intelligence.
The rose has rose sentience, rose intelligence.
The hawk has hawk sentience, hawk intelligence.
The lizard has lizard sentience, lizard intelligence.
The trout has trout sentience, trout intelligence.
The cactus has cactus sentience, cactus intelligence.
The beetle has beetle sentience, beetle intelligence.
The horse has horse sentience, horse intelligence.
The frog has frog sentience, frog intelligence.
The whale has whale sentience, whale intelligence.
The tree has tree sentience, tree intelligence.
The snake has snake sentience, snake intelligence.
The spider has spider sentience, spider intelligence.
The weed has weed sentience, weed intelligence.
The earth has earth sentience, earth intelligence.
The wind has wind sentience, wind intelligence.
The water has water sentience, water intelligence.
The fire has fire sentience, fire intelligence.
The ether has ether sentience, ether intelligence.
The moon has moon sentience, moon intelligence.
The sun has sun sentience, sun intelligence.
The galaxy has galaxy sentience, galaxy intelligence.
The universe has universe sentience, universe intelligence.
The multiverse has multiverse sentience, multiverse intelligence.
The stardust has stardust sentience, stardust intelligence.
The quantum has quantum sentience, quantum intelligence.
The mystery has mystery sentience, mystery intelligence.
* * * *
It is all imagined; it is all make-believe.
Nothing more than a dream of the mind-body.
Nothing more than a thingamajig of quantum design.
Without it, who-what-when-where-why-how would you be?
With it, who-what-when-where-why-how are you?
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
An illusion, so real, it draws you on,
Until death turns off the spigot.
* * * *
Why believe anything that is not true?
Why be with people you do not really like?
Why travel someplace you have no need to see?
Why work hard for something you do not really want?
Why expect perfection from something which can never be?
Why try so hard to be something you already are?
* * * *
Are you really a who?
Are you really a what?
Are you really a where?
Are you really a when?
Are you really a why?
Are you really a how?
* * * *
The awareness,
The moment,
Eternal life,
Right here,
Right now,
All and none.
* * * *
We are not human beings; we are human becomings.
The being in human being, was lost with the first word.
Always everywhere else but this right-here-right-now.
Trapsing about some past; contemplating some future.
Imagination at the helm, wandering every distraction,
To avoid its deceits ever being seen for what they are.
* * * *
Before imagination and language coupled,
Our ancestors were all alone in their clannish consortiums.
Completely unaware, oblivious, to any other version the jungle but their own.
And from the moment sound morphed into the first concept,
The human paradigm departed the garden.
And the world shuddered.
* * * *
Die to the world.
Die to the universe.
Die to imagination.
Die to the dream.
Die to the mind.
Die to the body.
Die to the self.
Die to space.
Die to time.
Die to now.
* * * *
There is only one moment.
One moment in which the quantum illusion plays space and time real,
In an infinitesimal speck of eternity.
* * * *
So many are so adept at examining the illusion in every way, but at some point, what is the point?
To discern that which is real, that which is true, one must set aside the mundane, still the mind,
And simply be the mystery of awareness; the indivisible, indelible, ineffable witness, in all.
Before our ancestors naturally-selected imagination and a sense of self,
They were the same pure awareness that every other life form ever remains.
* * * *
So many spending so much time trying to fix, to alter, to save, the human species;
Never asking themselves, with a pinch of detachment, if it really deserves to be saved.
* * *
It is really all nothing more than a quantum illusion,
But there will, indeed, be consequences,
If not played somewhat real.
* * * *
Who is free of this manifest dreamtime,
Is he who becomes that which is sought,
Is he who evaporates into the unknown.
* * * *
Where in the moment is there room or time,
For fear or hate or love or any other passion.
To call awareness anything, is meaningless.
* * * *
How fleetingly the clouds stream through the sky,
And all things through the eternal moment,
When You are witnessing it as Self.
* * * *
Given that consciousness, is ever an after-the-fact process,
Eternity is ever just out of reach, for all but the most serene.
* * * *
You can only know your own frame of reference.
And that is but a paltry speck, of all that imagination has created,
To distract (and perchance amuse) the fickle awareness, the source of all eternity,
In any given right-here-right-now, unborn-undying moment,
From its ever-present, blissful quietude.
* * * *
Imagination is a state of becoming; awareness, being.
Imagination is arrogant; awareness, unassuming.
Imagination is effort; awareness, effortless.
Imagination is time; awareness, eternal.
Imagination is binding; awareness, freeing.
* * * *
Whoever,
Whatever,
Whenever,
Wherever,
Whyever,
However,
You imagine your Self to be,
You are not, have never been, will never be.
* * * *
What is ‘supreme being’? What does it mean? What does it not mean?
Is it the one and only greatest Supreme Being, ruling over all the Lesser Beings?
Or is it simply … supreme … breathe in … breathe out … being … ?
* * * *
Yet another attempt to communicate what the sound/word/concept ‘God’ herein means.
No, not some unshaven Saint Nick, leading an orchestration of harps in the cloudy on-high.
No, to every idol, every faith, every belief, every creed, every symbol, every charismatic leader.
Yes, to every quantum particle to the farthest reaches of the cosmos, and beyond, including, yes, You.
All that is seen, all that is unseen, is of the same indelible, indivisible, unfathomable mystery.
To envision it any less, is the same delusion repeated throughout the human paradigm.
And all that is required to perceive this non-dualistic truth, is an attentive mind.
A mind that has clearly realized, that eternity is this ever-present moment.
This timeless, unborn-undying, prior-to-consciousness awareness.
And no fiction born of imagination is required to access it.
* * * *
All cultures have mythological stories
That give reason and purpose used to solidify the group identify.
Whether or not they are real, whether or not they are true, does not matter if they connect the herd.
As Seneca wrote: Religion is regarded by the common people as true,
By the wise as false, and by rulers as useful.
* * * *
Humanity is mesmerized by all the spiritual fictions devised in its migration across the pale blue dot.
Like the blind men and the elephant, they are unable, unwilling, to fathom the totality of all the partitions.
Thus, they remain bewitched by every variety of tradition, by every conceivable imaginary difference.
Blind to the indelible, ineffable, unquestionable truth, that this mystery is, within and without all.
* * * *
When next you are whiny-grumbly about how bored stiff you are,
Try to visualize what it was like for your prehistoric ancestors.
Living in the same geography, subsisting with the same tribe.
Hunting and fishing and farming, ingesting the same cuisine.
Sitting around fires, waking, sleeping, as the sun rose and set.
Telling stories, singing songs, beating drums, venerating deities.
Wearing the same garments, sleeping in trees, in caves, in shelters.
Ever tolerating nature’s ebb and flow – hot and cold and wet and dry.
A sharpened stick your only defense in a panorama teeming with predators,
Not yet wary of the human shadow, as it steadily migrated across the pale blue dot.
* * * *
The human mind, sparked by evolutionary happenstance with sentience, consciousness, imagination,
Has, across this spinning pale blue dot, unleashed an unnatural, irreversible quantum tempest.
A teeny little dust ball, all alone in the abyss, of a mystery oblivious to all its vanities.
A theater jam-packed with idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
* * * *
From birth to death, the unborn-undying awareness You are,
Is solitary witness to an ever-kaleidoscoping, mystery-ridden dreamtime.
There is nothing You need do, nothing You can do, but whatever the moment beckons,
From the patterning of the mind-body in which You are cloaked,
Upon the stage, which You impromptu play.
* * * *
The mystery before space and time is mysterious.
The mystery before space and time is ineffable.
The mystery before space and time is tabula rasa.
The mystery before space and time is aware.
The mystery before space and time is still.
The mystery before space and time is indivisible.
The mystery before space and time is momentary.
The mystery before space and time is singular.
The mystery before space and time is indelible.
The mystery before space and time is supreme.
The mystery before space and time is matchless.
The mystery before space and time is now.
The mystery before space and time is sentient.
The mystery before space and time is unfathomable.
The mystery before space and time is inscrutable.
The mystery before space and time is perpetual.
The mystery before space and time is imaginary.
The mystery before space and time is matrix.
The mystery before space and time is flawless.
The mystery before space and time is timeless.
The mystery before space and time is infinite.
The mystery before space and time is infinitesimal.
The mystery before space and time is omnipresent.
The mystery before space and time is serene.
The mystery before space and time is immortal.
The mystery before space and time is pervasive.
The mystery before space and time is omniscient.
The mystery before space and time is mindful.
The mystery before space and time is instantaneous.
The mystery before space and time is quantum.
The mystery before space and time is null.
The mystery before space and time is immaculate.
The mystery before space and time is futile.
The mystery before space and time is everlasting.
The mystery before space and time is unbound.
The mystery before space and time is motionless.
The mystery before space and time is mindless.
The mystery before space and time is clear.
The mystery before space and time is nondualistic.
The mystery before space and time is here.
The mystery before space and time is unbounded.
The mystery before space and time is silent.
The mystery before space and time is graceful.
The mystery before space and time is pure.
The mystery before space and time is unequivocal.
The mystery before space and time is unqualified.
The mystery before space and time is perfect.
The mystery before space and time is nothingness.
The mystery before space and time is total.
The mystery before space and time is complete.
The mystery before space and time is innocent.
The mystery before space and time is truth.
The mystery before space and time is unconditional.
The mystery before space and time is unadulterated.
The mystery before space and time is seamless.
The mystery before space and time is unspoiled.
The mystery before space and time is impeccable.
The mystery before space and time is empty.
The mystery before space and time is entire.
The mystery before space and time is effortless.
The mystery before space and time is first.
The mystery before space and time is oblivion.
The mystery before space and time is last.
The mystery before space and time is whole.
The mystery before space and time is harmonious.
The mystery before space and time is unified.
The mystery before space and time is blameless.
The mystery before space and time is spotless.
The mystery before space and time is sentient.
The mystery before space and time is alert.
The mystery before space and time is void.
The mystery before space and time is unimportant.
The mystery before space and time is all.
The mystery before space and time is none.
The mystery before space and time is inestimable.
The mystery before space and time is indefinable.
The mystery before space and time is extinct.
The mystery before space and time is purposeless.
The mystery before space and time is obscure.
The mystery before space and time is anonymous.
The mystery before space and time is insignificant.
The mystery before space and time is null.
The mystery before space and time is worthless.
The mystery before space and time is unknowable.
The mystery before space and time is naught.
The mystery before space and time is indecipherable.
The mystery before space and time is nameless.
The mystery before space and time is undiscoverable.
The mystery before space and time is useless.
The mystery before space and time is immeasurable.
The mystery before space and time is valueless.
The mystery before space and time is incalculable.
The mystery before space and time is rational.
The mystery before space and time is unutterable.
The mystery before space and time is endless.
The mystery before space and time is impartial.
The mystery before space and time is simple.
The mystery before space and time is straightforward.
The mystery before space and time is natural.
The mystery before space and time is untouched.
The mystery before space and time is imperceptible.
The mystery before space and time is painless.
The mystery before space and time is uncomplicated.
The mystery before space and time is unforced.
The mystery before space and time is untarnished.
The mystery before space and time is ever.
The mystery before space and time is untroubled.
The mystery before space and time is inexplicable.
The mystery before space and time is unstained.
The mystery before space and time is peerless.
The mystery before space and time is emptiness.
The mystery before space and time is indifferent.
The mystery before space and time is ageless.
The mystery before space and time is ineradicable.
The mystery before space and time is irrational.
The mystery before space and time is permanent.
The mystery before space and time is indiscernible.
The mystery before space and time is impalpable.
The mystery before space and time is faultless.
The mystery before space and time is pristine.
The mystery before space and time is mundane.
The mystery before space and time is hollow.
The mystery before space and time is alone.
The mystery before space and time is minimal.
The mystery before space and time is average.
The mystery before space and time is unique.
The mystery before space and time is unspeakable.
The mystery before space and time is unimaginable.
The mystery before space and time is unicity.
The mystery before space and time is whole.
The mystery before space and time is incessant.
The mystery before space and time is inconceivable.
The mystery before space and time is unfastened.
The mystery before space and time is rational.
The mystery before space and time is undeniable.
The mystery before space and time is detached.
The mystery before space and time is unrivaled.
The mystery before space and time is inimitable.
The mystery before space and time is incomparable.
The mystery before space and time is unbiased.
The mystery before space and time is pointless.
The mystery before space and time is unconcerned.
The mystery before space and time is ceaseless.
The mystery before space and time is priceless.
The mystery before space and time is impersonal.
The mystery before space and time is absurd.
The mystery before space and time is aloof.
The mystery before space and time is nonexistent.
The mystery before space and time is interminable.
The mystery before space and time is carefree.
The mystery before space and time is enigmatic.
The mystery before space and time is impenetrable.
The mystery before space and time is unreadable.
The mystery before space and time is incomprehensible.
The mystery before space and time is unintelligible.
The mystery before space and time is meaningless.
The mystery before space and time is inconsequential.
The mystery before space and time is exquisite.
The mystery before space and time is ordinary.
The mystery before space and time is engrained.
The mystery before space and time is intrinsic.
The mystery before space and time is intangible.
The mystery before space and time is solitary.
The mystery before space and time is enduring.
The mystery before space and time is inexpressible.
The mystery before space and time is omnipotent.
The mystery before space and time is tranquil.
The mystery before space and time is free.
The mystery before space and time is sovereign.
The mystery before space and time is unborn.
The mystery before space and time is undying.
The mystery before space and time is absolute.
The mystery before space and time is eternal.
* * * *
The human paradigm is built upon an imaginary assumption,
Permeated by self-absorption and avarice, that cannot be forever maintained.
All the things it has fathomed and created; all its knowledge, all its linguistics, all its mathematics;
All its histories and politics and traditions and religions and economies and entertainments;
All its scientific and industrial and technological and artistic and athletic spectacles;
And not least, its conception of space-time, usurper of the ethereal moment;
Are but the poof of imagination, believing itself more than imagination;
More than the awareness, the ether, through which all things pass.
Without a relationship with nature, upon which all is rooted,
Humankind is fated to fall into the abyss of its many limitations.
* * * *
The mind evolved as a problem-solver,
And when it is without problems,
Endlessly concocts its own.
The challenge is clear.
* * * *
Taste is relative to the individual tongue.
Vision is relative to the individual eye.
Sound is relative to the individual ears.
Smell is relative to the individual nose.
Sensation is relative to the individual skin.
The universe is relative to the individual mind.
* * * *
Nathan Gill nailed it:
This Is It.
This is all there is.
Life appearing as an endless display of changing images,
With no inherent purpose other than this appearance itself.
There is simply life with no one living it.
* * * *
Any difference between and betwixt, you and me,
Any difference between and betwixt, you and he,
Any difference between and betwixt, you and she,
Any difference between and betwixt, you and they,
Any difference between and betwixt, you and anything,
Does not ultimately, even for one moment, exist.
* * * *
Imagination is ever striving, ever struggling, to be more than it can ever be.
For it to transcend itself, would require an awakening, a wisdom,
Far too unlikely, to even begin to seriously contemplate.
* * * *
Believing in Santa Claus does not make him real.
Believing in the Great Pumpkin does not make it real.
Believing in the Easter Bunny does not make it real.
Believing in the Tooth Fairy does not make it real.
Believing in Spider Man does not make him real.
Believing in Uncle Sam does not make him real.
Believing in the Calvin does not make him real.
Believing in Peter Pan does not make him real.
Believing in Harvey does not make him real
Believing in the Oz does not make him real.
Believing in Jesus does not make him real.
Believing in God does not make he/she/it real.
* * * *
How long, how short, is a moment?
Is it longer, is it shorter, than a second?
And exactly how much to the left or right,
Of some ever-kaleidoscoping decimal point?
And, are there a sea of them, or the one and only?
* * * *
Places and faces come and go in this ever-kaleidoscoping, mystery-ridden, immutable dreamtime.
There is nothing You can hold onto, nothing You can more than experience, for more than a moment.
All knowledge, and whatever wisdom it gleans, are but wispy clouds passing through the theater of mind.
From birth to death, the unborn-undying awareness You are, is but aloof witness to its eternal passage.
* * * *
The awareness is the ether of all intelligence through all creation, all preservation, all destruction.
It is the witness of, the observer of, the watcher of, and participant in, all that is, and all that is not.
* * * *
I am That I Am.
You are That I Am.
She is That I Am.
He is That I Am.
It is That I Am.
We are That I Am.
They are That I Am.
There is nothing that is not,
That I Am.
* * * *
The pride of imagination.
The envy of imagination.
The gluttony of imagination.
The lust of imagination.
The wrath of imagination.
The greed of imagination.
The sloth of imagination.
Seven, count ‘em, seven.
Imaginary from all get-goes.
* * * *
You, alone, are the mystery.
It is your relationship with your Self, which is all.
And what manifests through your mind-body’s sensory input, is the journey.
* * * *
There can be no end to what can be known, before the light sooner or later goes out,
But what point, to the endless pursuit, the endless gathering, of trivia, regarding this illusion?
Is a busy-busy mind, caught up with every distraction, really any different, than a dog chasing a ball?
* * * *
There is no definition, there is no equation, there is no hypothesis, there is no reckoning,
That can encapsulate the mystery of the ever-present timeless moment,
The ever-present timeless mystery of awareness,
To which You, and every other sentient life form, are witness.
* * * *
Having to choose from a sizable selection of so-called religions,
Concocted by human imagination, and brewed in vanity and avarice, is no choice worth bothering about.
Put them all behind You, and wander alone, as far, as wide, as free, as You dare.
* * * *
Hallucinations and other consciousness-altering substances,
Can be useful in kick-starting the inner eye – That to which all have equal access –
But they are not at all necessary once You have awakened to the unborn-undying, You truly are, are not.
* * * *
Life's nature-nurture patterning, is every moment, conditioning itself anew,
With programing of the on-off-plus-minus-positive-negative-attached-detached category.
To consciously manipulate those endorphin mechanisms, is an art, a dance, a whimsy, for those inclined.
* * * *
The eternal moment is right here, right now; the eternal awareness is right here, right now.
Imagination is the creator of space and time, and flows through the moment, through the awareness;
Unable to ever grasp anything, as more than a memory, as more than an ephemeral concept.
You are the moment, You are the awareness, You are the totality, You are eternity.
Everything seen and heard and touched and tasted and felt, is but illusion.
* * * *
Who is the who, who sees, or sees not?
Who is the who, who hears, or hears not?
Who is the who, who tastes, or tastes not?
Who is the who, who smells, or smells not?
Who is the who, who feels, or feels not?
Who is the who, who does, or does not?
Who is the who, who thinks, or thinks not?
Who is the who, who is reading this?
* * * *
Now the one-and-only right-here-right-now moment there is.
There never was a before, and there will never be an after.
The unborn-undying moment is the ever-present verity.
It is an ineffable, unfathomable, indivisible mystery,
In neither need nor want of a mind-made solution.
* * * *
Imagination is the Great Jester; ever lingering in the wings, for inattention to teleport it centerstage.
The embers of mind gorp, all things absurd, always ready to be fired up, in the furnace of imagination.
* * * *
You are the infinite, timeless, ineffable moment, stretching across all creation; there is no other.
Mind is creation, mind is preservation, mind is destruction, mind is everything, mind is nothing.
* * * *
You are the awareness, You are the unborn-undying, You are the ineffable mystery, You are eternity.
Bam!