30 May 2014

One Hundred and Forty-Six


Only minds shackled to time and space require meaning and purpose.
The sage wanders freely in the quietude of eternal awareness.
All meaning and purpose evaporates when you do.

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You are freest when you are not, and the great not knowing,
As effortlessly simple as it truly is, is not easily ascertained.

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What need for hope when there is only birth and death,
And remorseless bouts of agony and ecstasy between.

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So many imperfections and the crest-jewel flawless.

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There are dilemmas enough in this dream world
Without the upsurge of make-believe molehills.

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Time spent with a fool is time absurdly lent.

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The human paradigm has become so yawn.

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Consciousness is the cacophony of nothingness.

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You can easily spot those
Who consider themselves an underclass
Because all about their anguish and misfortune, they are.

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We are all wee little figments
Of your imagination,
And you in ours, and ours in each others.
Consciousness is merely an ever-flowing dream of imagination.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

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If you are not privy the source of this vast mystery, how can anyone else be?
An agnostic stance is the middle way between the true believers of any assertion.