12 May 2014

One Hundred and Eighteen


Always leave open as many options, as many avenues as possible.
Never burn a bridge that you may someday need to again navigate.

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If you would never again repeat some long unforgotten regret,
Then that is the penance, the atonement, the amends,
In which the forgiveness of grace is harbored.

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You briefly inhabit a body, not the other way around.

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Monkeys and their many trials, their many fates.
We must all reconcile to one branch or another.

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Nothing is happening all around you.

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Divine madness, yes, indeedy.

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When is enough, enough?

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There is ultimately but one destiny,
And it is everything and nothing.

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Death is really nothing more
Than another ephemeral worldview,
With all its assumptions of mind and body,
Dissipating back into oblivion.

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What dogma does not fall short of discerning that
To which it asserts so many patently absurd claims.

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Sometimes you are you, and other times you are You.
And at the end of imagination’s temporal reign,
It will not matter even one iota what you were or when.
It is a quantum dream, no matter the cards or how they are played.