30 May 2014

One Hundred and Fifty-Eight


The infinite ocean of totality is in no way, shape or form,
Interested, concerned or involved with any confabulation of consciousness.
It is witness within and without all things great and small,
But untouched by any dream of time.

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True science is not a religion.
It is a quality of mind solely intent on rational,
Dispassionate, impersonal, accurate, lucid, measurable observation,
To whatever conclusion the quest for truth may bring.

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Every day you wake up and wander out into the dreamscape
And pretend along with everyone else,
Knowing all the while
That none of it is, was, or will ever be, real.

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The first step to sanity is ignoring the world.
The second is ignoring whatever is going on in your head.
Both the same thing, really.

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To imagine yourself real, significant, permanent,
Is inevitably the source of great suffering.

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Is what we call growing up
Really any more
Than firing up the imagination
Into one nature-nurture caricature or another?

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Wisdom or foolishness, intelligence or stupidity,
Of what point are any states of mind to you, really?
Sooner or later, it will all be lost, it will all be forgotten.
Vanity, vanity – all it is, has ever been, will ever be – is vanity.
Enjoy the reverie as best you may, but best not cling
To what is only matter, and does not matter.

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Why would you ever choose to be an adherent of any doctrine whatsoever,
When you can just naturally be your eternal Self, as free as you dare to be.