30 May 2014

One Hundred and Forty-One


If your concept of god does not incorporate you as more than a sheep,
To be herded to and fro in some groupthink-follower-collective,
Then perhaps you need to incite some serious doubting
For a very up-the-ante-worldview-change-up.
Slap your Self, so to speak, very hard.

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Why do some so shudder at the thought of death?
Perhaps because they have never discerned it ever hovering
Each and every within-and-without moment
In each and every breath.

* * * *
The master is the one who sees how little he knows,
The journeyman has not quite figured it out,
And the beginner already knows it all.

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Just because you start off as a human being
Does not mean you have to end up as one.

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It is said that in every mass movement,
There must be the first follower,
But what of That I Am,
To which one
Neither leads nor follows,
At best perhaps points this way or that.

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It is only consciousness that is harbor
To all the agonies and ecstasies of passion.
The eternal awareness is neither here nor there.

* * * *
In a few seconds, minutes, hours,
Days, weeks, months, years, lifetimes, eons,
It all will not matter even one iota to anyone or anything.

* * * *
Some things you can stare in the face your whole life
And never even begin to notice, never even begin to discern.
Irony and paradox loiter in every nook, in every cranny, at every turn.