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We are all awash in
the immeasurable singularity of an imaginary matrix.
Nothing is separate,
nothing greater or lesser, nothing mortal.
We are all birthed of
the same inexplicable essence,
A kaleidoscoping
dream of consciousness
To which each alone
is witness.
* * * *
This is what it is
really all about.
It is all you.
There is nothing
more, nothing less.
There is no greater
state than the timeless simplicity of awareness,
The reality through
which all dreams play out
In any given
dimension.
* * * *
This brief little
dream is just a speck
Of the totality which
reigns all dreams, all forms.
It is merely a
rippling of a distraction from your eternal nature,
The truth of which
you are always, whatever the form.
* * * *
You are older than
the stars, younger than the moment.
* * * *
All dogmatic belief
systems are founded
Upon the assumptions
of one delusion or another.
It is ever the tale
of the blind men arguing
Over parts of the
same elephant.
* * * *
You could be right,
you could be wrong.
And why would it ever
really matter?
* * * *
No one really knows
anything about who,
What, where, when,
why or how they are here.
Why pretend to? Why manufacture any belief system,
When vulnerable,
agnostic wonder is the most honest stance.
* * * *
The manifest theater
is based on constant change,
Constant movement,
constant consumption, constant evolution.
Only the ever-present
indivisibility of the quantum essence remains the same.
