That which you seek is within.
It is what you really are,
Have always been,
Will ever be.

* * * *
You are that which some call God,
Some Allah, some Brahman, some Buddha.
All sounds denoting the same source
Cloaked in arbitrary dogma.
All You in one form or another.

* * * *
A different day,
A different life,
A different form,
A different world,
A different universe,
Same Soul.

* * * *
Within every now, eternity.

* * * *
Gold is gold, no matter the form.

* * * *
Nothing has ever really happened.

* * * *
Like water over flame, everything boils down to nothing.

* * * *
Any bickering over this grand mystery is absurd.
What is there to argue about
Over the one and only reality for all?

* * * *
Where there is smoke,
There is illusion.

* * * *
Did nothing again today.

* * * *
Rage on if you must, but to what end?
What can unbound destruction
Ever hope to create?

* * * *
The fearlessness of pure awareness
Is the only remedy to the delusion of suffering.

* * * *
Along with the wanna-be’s, there are
Never-be’s, ever-be’s, may-be’s, will-be’s,
Are-be’s, must-be’s, should-be’s,
And, naturally, the to-be’s, or not to-be’s.

* * * *
Free of past, of future, of desire,
Free of fear, identity, hope, dread, life, death.
Free of the sensory theater, material world, universe, god.
Free of anything and everything; simply awareness, eternally alone.

* * * *
View your universe from behind closed eyes.

* * * *
It is a moving mind that creates the other.

* * * *
Perhaps the only thing
From which you can never be free
Is the nowness.

* * * *
The greatest wealth is eternally within,
But vanity must still itself to discern it.

* * * *
Got nothing to do.

* * * *
Discern the true face behind the mask,
And you will see the answer
To all questions.

* * * *
Go formless.

* * * *
Happiness is in the unassailable awareness
Within each and every eternal moment.

* * * *
Awareness,
What could be more simple?
It is not your awareness, or my awareness.
It is simply awareness.

Awareness.
What could be more simple?
It is not your awareness, nor my awareness.
Just awareness … pure, simple, free.

* * * *
No world should suffer too much affluence.

* * * *
The choir quibbles over absurd nuances
Which have no real meaning.
You are the oneness.
It is that simple.

* * * *
Even the ugliest, most profane life form imaginable
Has got Soul.

* * * *
Does it seem like a broken record, yet?

* * * *
Anonymity within and without
Is the greatest freedom.

* * * *
You want the truth?
It is all you,
Nothing but you alone.
Now, go and try to figure it out,
If such fate be yours.

* * * *
Belief is the worldly vision
Of those who, for whatever reason,
Lack the eyes to see and the ears to hear
The infinite mystery in which each and every one
Equally participates in so many ways.

* * * *
Such aloneness cannot be imagined.

* * * *
No matter how much you know,
It is merely bits and pieces
Of a dream unknown.

* * * *
The universe disappears every moment
In the wake of imagination’s dissolution.

* * * *
How can you judge the infinity of possibilities
You your Self are?

* * * *
Free, the other four-letter word.

* * * *
So many masks there have come and gone, and will yet be,
And behind all, the same faceless maker.
Call it what you will,
It is ever indivisible and absolute.

* * * *
Is the rope a snake? Or the snake a rope?
Perception is all … and nothing.

* * * *
Truth is truth,
Bound by neither light nor sound,
Bound by nothing at all.

* * * *
Awareness,
In which all is manifest.

* * * *
No fate can be changed.
No fate can be avoided.
All are merely played out
As nature and nurture sculpt.
All are written, and yet to be written.

* * * *
Strategy and tactics
Are equal partners
In any given enterprise.

* * * *
You are what you have always been,
And will ever be.

* * * *
How vulnerable a flower must be
To open itself to the sun,
And not dread being trampled
By some nonchalant, mystic wanderer.

* * * *
From nothingness, everything springs.

* * * *
Are you really any more
Than the smokiness of any flame?
That ghostly trail wafting casually from a pipe
Is truly as real as your meager little role in this vast dream.

* * * *
Forget everything.
Be everything.
Be nothing.

* * * *
The aloneness which is so not lonely.

* * * *
Greed is a prison of its own making.

* * * *
None of that matters anymore.

* * * *
The planet, the universe, the great nada,
Is going to do just fine without its two-legged cancer.
Even consciousness is just a flash in the pan.

* * * *
Are you moving through now,
Or is now moving through you?

* * * *
You have always been alone.
It is your true nature.

* * * *
Too many straws quickly make for no soda.

* * * *
You are not required to care about anything.

* * * *
Very challenging, indeed to remain still.

* * * *
Settle for a lie,
And that may be what you’ll get.

* * * *
Hot or cold, Hard or soft, clean or dirty, clothed or naked,
Comfortable or uncomfortable, self-absorbed or Self-absorbed,
Asleep or awake, seen or unseen, engaged or unengaged,
It is the same.

* * * *
Nowness is the tip of the boat knifing through the water,
And the boat and its wake are the pretence of existence.

* * * *
Put aside the filter within your cluttered mind,
Discern directly whatever is before you.
It is your narrative of the world,
Your story of the universe.
Witness it as clearly and simply
As the given conditioned mind allows.

* * * *
Imagine you are God's eye.
It's very simple, really.
Just pure, clear, unstained, untrammeled
Immaculate, totally absolute,
Eternal awareness.

* * * *
A different day, a different life,
A different form, a different world,
A different universe,
Same Soul.

* * * *
You want to be your angel?
Well, look within.

* * * *
You want carnival tricks?
Dudes and Dudettes,
It's all carnival trickery, a sensory veil
Of the most virtual kind.

* * * *
No one to save.
Only to wake up.

* * * *
Peer back to what you were
Before the conditioning took root,
And molded you into eternal dreamtime.

* * * *
Free in Eden,
Ravaged as she is
By the cancer adorning her face.

* * * * *
It is, indeed, divine madness.

* * * *
A world filled with betrayal of every magnitude.

* * * *
Those were the daze.

* * * *
You are not the body.
You are not the world.
You are not the universe.
You are That I Am,
Prior to all boundaries
Concocted by consciousness.

* * * *
Who was your father?
Who was your mother?
If you cannot remember,
Perhaps they weren’t.

* * * *
Remembering less with every breath.

* * * *
You do not suffer
But through your own volition.

* * * *
At the heart of what is real,
All the naming means diddly-squat.
What is, is, no matter the sound it is given.

* * * *
Nowness.
An ever-cresting wave.

* * * *
Neither more nor less,
It simply is.

* * * *
The real you is indivisible,
Unchanging, sovereign, absolute.

* * * *
Considering the seeds of your beginning,
What a truly amazing journey it has been.

* * * *
Curious how so many choose to spend
So much of their existence
In tiny little boxes
Where nothing can grow.

* * * *
You are The First, You are The Last.
You are not, however, the first,
Nor will you be the last.
Every existence,
It’s own little adventure.

* * * *
Repeat after me:
I am the Way, I am the Truth, I am the Life.

* * * *
Nothing, doing.

* * * *
It’s not out there
That you will find true peace,
Serenity, tranquility, happiness, contentment, love.

* * * *
Death brings us together.

* * * *
A momentary exploration
Into the nature of attention.

* * * *
In the midst of all,
Absolutely alone.

* * * *
Any given personality is merely the byproduct
Of the response of consciousness
To the winds of time,
And the vain attachment to it.

* * * *
Do not hesitate to be your Self
Unto the last wheezing breath.

* * * *
Did it ever really matter?

* * * *
If it is your fate to discern a larger perspective
Than the given geography allows,
You must exit the cave,
And leave no stone unturned
In the holograph your mind perceives.
And, by the way, it may not be at all necessary
To leave the squalor of the cave, or turn even one stone.

* * * *
The only real question is:
Do you really want to be free of all constraints?

* * * *
Not easy to forget everything
When there’s so much to remember.

* * * *
You are not the body.
You are not anything concocted by mind.
Wander free of any other.

* * * *
What is death but not waking up again.

* * * *
Drift on.

* * * *
The First and Last Freedom.

* * * *
Nothing much ever happens.

* * * *
What, exactly, does “No Fear” imply?

* * * *
There you go again,
Cutting off the inquiry
With a meaningless label.

* * * *
Each and every life form
Perceives its own version of the matrix.
None is more real, none is more true than any other.

* * * *
So alone as to forget everything.

* * * *
Any given life so full of memories,
And all of them, even those just moments ago,
Seem such distant things in the mindscape of perception.

* * * *
There is wisdom from every geography, every time.
No culture or group reigns supreme
In the countless lessons
Life offers all.

* * * *
The mystery created you, and you in turn
Witness your version of the manifest dream.

* * * *
Everything and nothing
In every passing moment.

* * * *
The mind-body is doomed,
But its source will carry on
As forever as forever is.

* * * *
A wake only shows where now has been.

* * * *
The kingdom of godness is within all.

* * * *
Between heaven and earth,
The purgatory of humankind.

* * * *
The second step can’t happen without the first.

* * * *
The choir always quibbling over nothing.

* * * *
It is amusing to witness consciousness
Playing out its seemingly endless menagerie,
But when the curtains come down, isn’t every theater
Really very much the same?

* * * *
To not care about time
While the clock ticks, ticks, ticks away,
That is, indeed, the challenge.

* * * *
Know the mind and body.
Become the Soul.

* * * *
Divine madness.
Why not?

* * * *
The gentle cynic is indifferently agnostic.

* * * *
What are you holding on to but a bunch of thoughts
Which ultimately have no meaning, whatsoever.

* * * *
What’s a billion eons to you, really?

* * * *
The myriad others,
When have they ever
Not been you?

* * * *
The mystery knows no boundaries.

* * * *
Much simpler to be happy than sad.

* * * *
What was never born can never die.

* * * *
You are the first, you are the last.

* * * *
Nothing to do.

* * * *
What point will there be
To being in the history books
When worms are the only things
Moving in your cranium?

* * * *
The knowledge, insights and skills
You sponge in the early part of your life
Will be well-honed by its middle,
And forgotten by its end.
Live and learn … Die anyway.

* * * *
Looking back in the traces of memory,
Hasn’t the awareness always been the same?

* * * *
What is yours, what is mine,
Is only for a very brief time.

* * * *
This is the Truth,
For it could be nothing less.

* * * *
Vanity can be more than a little blinding.

* * * *
Self has no idea it exists but through you,
Witness to the unknown made known.

* * * *
Mind your own mind.

* * * *
This now, too, gone forever.

* * * *
Be completely, utterly vulnerable
To the totality within and without.

* * * *
Never trust a god.

* * * *
Nothing is what it was, has ever been,
And will ever be.

* * * *
There is neither time nor space
But through the play of the senses
As witnessed by the awareness you are.

* * * *
You are perfectly you.
Why imitate any other?

* * * *
Every moment is equal,
No matter the play of light and sound

* * * *
It is not your awareness, my awareness,
Nor any other’s awareness.
It is simply awareness,
And we are all quite equally it.

* * * *
The world entices with whatever bait the mind desires.

* * * *
It’s all One.
Don’t let your differences divide you.

* * * *
What would your self-image be
If you had never seen your face?

* * * *
Consciousness has no name, no attributes,
And is aligned with no mindset.

* * * *
No one can see the real you
Unless they have discerned it in themselves.

* * * *
Idealism is pointless.
Either put up or shut up.

* * * *
Delusion is a strong vice.

* * * *
Nothing happened again today.

* * * *
Curious how many find it so unfathomable
That every other life form great and small
Is born of the same intelligence as we.

* * * *
What would it be like to be so present
As to experience fully every now
Any given life has to offer.

* * * *
What more can any ask of a leader
But wisdom and fairness toward all?

* * * *
How did you forget
Not to piss in your own back yard,
And that in reality, the whole world is your back yard?

* * * *
Took a long time to put this world together.
Shame to see it ravaged so thoughtlessly.

* * * *
In all our myriad forms, all our myriad minds,
We are all the same witness, the same consciousness
Playing out different portions of same mystery.

* * * *
It is your universe
From which to pick and choose
As your calling wills.

* * * *
Any given culture
Only has so many spare teats
To go around.

* * * *
Running out the meter.

* * * *
So many playing a numbers game
Over minds that really don’t exist.

* * * *
What was normal never really was.

* * * *
Another thing to fill the time that doesn’t exist.

* * * *
How the world does suffer
To discern this one simple truth.

* * * *
Gaze up at the expansive sky,
And see your mind the same.

* * * *
As you think,
So shall you be.

* * * *
Do not doubt your real voice.

* * * *
The quantum ether of genesis is still evolving,
And we are all equal players in the dream of it.

* * * *
Intelligent design,
Without the idolatry.

* * * *
You are Gaia.

* * * *
Examine the universe in every way
Until you discern your own eye.

* * * *
The universe has expanded to this moment
That you might be witness to your vast mystery.

* * * *
Beware the true believer in any forum.

* * * *
Absurdity is the wordity.

* * * *
You teach best what you most want to learn.

* * * *
Why would anyone walk on water?
That’s what ground it for.
Much more enjoyable to swim.

* * * *
Unfurl your sail.

* * * *
Down, Ego! Down!

* * * *
The body is merely an accessory to the awareness.

* * * *
Wolves have always found sheep a delicacy.

* * * *
When you say “I Am,”
Is it with or without the body
And all its imagined history in mind?

* * * *
Nothing ever happens.

* * * *
Anyone worth following
Wants nothing from you.

* * * *
Unconditional acceptance of this grand dream as it is,
With all its light and dark, its good and evil,
Is about as loving as it gets.

* * * *
Why believe anything?

* * * *
Are you moving through time and space?
Or is time and space moving through you?

* * * *
There can be no sense of time
Without the presence of awareness
Within which to imagine all things different.

* * * *
How do you want this dream to continue?
For you are all the players in time.
Will it be a simple, pleasant dreamscape?
Or a nightmare from which few, if any, will escape?

* * * *
Free will looking forward,
Fate looking back.

* * * *
The only way you connect the sense of past or future
It through the timeless nowness of awareness.

* * * *
Awareness is the constant in the grand experiment.
Everything else, the variables of imagination.

* * * *
Imagine going to your grave still asleep.

* * * *
Dream on, Dreamer.

* * * *
Creation, preservation, destruction …
What difference, really?

* * * *
Wake up, wake up, wherever you are.

* * * *
Stretch the mind
To its infinite presence.

* * * *
We are all earthlings here.

* * * *
Consciousness is the weaver of Samsara.
Awareness is the witness.

* * * *
All.
Each nothing in their own play of time.

* * * *
We argue over everything
Like it really matters.

* * * *
So many names you have been given,
None any more real than any other.

* * * *
As a smile is to a frown,
It is much easier to be good than bad.

* * * *
Want nothing bad enough,
And you shall surely find it.

* * * *
It is merely a quickly passing, touchy-feely,
Three-dimensional, dreamy mirage.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Why are you attached to anything it offers?

* * * *
Find the tabula rasa of the stillness within.

* * * *
Eternal salvation is not what you think.

* * * *
It is all happening right now,
And you, still, at peace,
Blissfully One.

* * * *
What torment the body has gone through to harbor you.
Give it a reprieve from all your silliness.

* * * *
Without goodness,
Evil would be unable to measure its success.

* * * *
It is your garden world.
You created it, and now you may
Take care of it, or destroy it.
The question is really
Whether or not
You want to continue
This manifest dreamtime.

* * * *
If you were really granted one wish,
What would it be?
(More wishes and world peace excluded)

* * * *
Your reflection is not your manifest dream
But the source from which all flows.

* * * *
It is for you to discern in your own mind,
The same awareness I am in mine.

* * * *
For whom do you still pretend?

* * * *
We are all as individual
As drops falling into an ocean wave.

* * * *
Discern your formless nature.

* * * *
To imagine a god outside your Self is absurd.

* * * *
Earth is your home.
Your were born here,
You will live and die here.
There is no other viable option.
If you do not care for her, nurture her,
She will return the favor
In spades.

* * * *
The Soul has never known anything
But well-being and good fortune
It is impervious to the vagaries
Of any form, any existence.

* * * *
Surrounded as you are by the sensory play
Of earth, air, water, fire and ether,
You are, have ever been, and will ever be
Totally, irrevocably, without doubt, completely alone.

* * * *
Such sobering thought,
All for naught.

* * * *
If someone was going to take your advice,
Would they have even needed it
In the first place?

* * * *
Consciousness can never catch up,
Much less overtake,
That which only presence knows.

* * * *
The chains are entirely your creation
Yours to embrace or break
As you see fit.

* * * *
Earth … Air … Water … Fire …
Quantum Ether.

* * * *
You fell into the pool, all right.
To what narcissistic delusion will you submit this day?

* * * *
Awareness, now.

* * * *
Isn’t heaven loving everything?

* * * *
If you don’t want to be treated like a cliché or stereotype,
Stop behaving like one.

* * * *
What a worthy opponent, this Grand Illusion!

* * * *
Every one costumed up
To reflect their inner reflection.

* * * *
In every mind, an entirely different play,
Each and every one the star,
Front center stage.

* * * *
Irony and paradox spoken here.

* * * *
How can you be bored
When every single moment
Is exactly the same?

* * * *
What nature hath formed from chaos,
Man hath ordered back into chaos.

* * * *
A dream is a dream
No matter how real it seems.

* * * *
Your are called by many names,
And answer to all and none.

* * * *
Truth is ever the truth
No matter the delusion.

* * * *
The dream births you,
Attends you,
Feeds and clothes you,
Gives you pleasure, inflicts pain,
With every intention of someday killing you.
And you, in return, believe it real.

* * * *
All these things
You have done to please the other.
To what end?

* * * *
Truth is truth.
It requires neither sanction nor proof.

* * * *
How many groups claim persecution by others
To justify their favor in the vain eyes
Of some imaginary god.

* * * *
Your vanity is blinding.

* * * *
Die! Die! Die!
You who are not real.

* * * *
Don’t worry, be happy.

* * * *
How forever it is
For awareness to try to reach
The inside of the skull.

* * * *
Nothing is forever.

* * * *
It was knowledge that blinded your vision of Eden.
It is awareness that will make it apparent again.

* * * *
Any given form of idolatry
Is just the same time-bound lie
With a different concept.

* * * *
What a splendid Soul you are.

* * * *
You get what you get.
Make the best of it.

* * * *
It may only be a dream,
But it’s your version,
A one-time show, indeed.

* * * *
All these voices telling you to be this or that.
What’s a Soul to do but put everything in its place.

* * * *
So many uses for lies.
Truth has a rough time
Getting much attention.

* * * *
You may speak the truth clear as day,
But only those hungry for what is real
Can hear a voice from the wilderness.

* * * *
How is it we choose so much conflict and horror
Over the simplicity of peace, contentment and grace.

* * * *
Consciousness weaves you into beingness.

* * * *
The Dark Side ain’t dark to those that see.

* * * *
Until you discern the wonder
Of the unfolding eternal moment,
You will never truly see Eden.

* * * *
Define freedom.

* * * *
Idolatry keeps the coffers full.

* * * *
Who cares if you love each other.
Just getting along reasonably well
Would be paradigm shift enough.

* * * *
There is only one church,
And it is within.

* * * *
Time to move on.

* * * *
What need of worship
When the totality of That to which you bow
Is the awareness within.

* * * *
Do you want the truth, or just another lie?

* * * *
Evolve or die.

* * * *
Every life form
That has ever lived
Died that you might live.

* * * *
Be wary of those who appeal to your vanity.

* * * *
In every moment,
A new opportunity to discern
The wonder wafting mysteriously within.

* * * *
Evaporating home.

* * * *
Another day in the dreamtime of the quantum ether.

* * * *
Steep in the awareness.

* * * *
Nothing is real and free and true.

* * * *
Ask not what consciousness can do for you,
But what you can do for consciousness.

* * * *
A cotton candy mirage of mind and senses.

* * * *
Awareness,
Nothing more.

* * * *
Mortal body,
Immortal Soul.

* * * *
So much quibbling over nothing.

* * * *
You are awareness.
The rest is imagination.

* * * *
This moment, this very moment,
Is all you really have.
Use it wisely,
For it is already gone.

* * * *
The Axis of Evil is Nepotism, Cronyism and Favoritism.

* * * *
Didn't ask to be here.
Ain't prayin' to be stayin'.

* * * *
So, you woke up again this morning,
And what is your dream up to
This wondrous day?

* * * *
We are all as individual as drops
Falling back into an ocean wave.

* * * *
Forget what your eyes have seen,
Your ears have heard, your nose has smelled,
Your tongue has tasted, your hands and body have felt.
Forget everything the weavings of earth, water, air, fire and ether
Have ever concocted in the mortal container.
Become completely still,
Timelessly present, absolutely anonymous.
You will, in those moments of absolute awareness,
Be what you truly are, have always been, and will ever be.

* * * *
There is no Eastern or Western thought,
Only an awareness manifesting consciousness,
Blanketed by an innumerable array of mythologies.
(From "The Stillness Before Time”)

* * * *
There are teachers at every turn.
Be watchful, they take every form.
(From "The Stillness Before Time”)

* * * *
Is humankind really all that much different
Than any bacteria consuming its way
Toward the edge of a petri dish?

* * * *
Curious how so many
Spend so much time telling others what to say,
What to do, and how to live.

* * * *
One man's law too easily becomes another's dogma.
(From “The Stillness Before Time”)

* * * *
It's curious that so many would choose idolatry
Over the infinite treasure within all.

* * * *
Now.
Where you were before
You were so mortally interrupted.

* * * *
Look down your arms to your hands,
And discern why you will never
See your face the same.

* * * *
The madness that blooms ever anew.

* * * *
You are as free as you dare to be.