30 May 2014

One Hundred and Fifty-Seven


You really don’t know anything, and no one else does, either.
There is no need to be afraid; there is no need to worship false idols;
There is no need to make some meaningless, absurd, bad-theater game of it.
Wonder, ponder, speculate all you please, do with your existence whatever you will,
But the source that you and all things are, is an insoluble enigma,
In which merely being here now, fearless and free,
Is, indeed, more than enough.

* * * *
Godness may splinter into an infinity of shards,
But in each and every one the ultimate singularity is sustained.
Only in consciousness can duality be conceived,
And the many delusions of illusion
Play their wayward daze.

* * * *
Suffering is the only outcome for those who cling
To what was never really theirs from the get-go.

* * * *
Words are but the dust of memory.

* * * *
Nothing exists within.
Nothing exists without.

* * * *
What an amazing dream
All that food and drink
Has this moment created.
Even an ocean of absurdity
Cannot undo the mystery of it all.

* * * *
To pretend human beings are not animals,
Biological creatures without instinctual urges,
Is an absurd assertion without any merit, whatsoever.

* * * *
The evolutionary reason for sex is procreation.
The gratification sought, whether alone or with another,
Is really nothing more than a fleeting, superficial, endorphin high.
Next to the basic physical needs, it is the defining force of the human drama.