12 May 2014

One Hundred and Six


106


Every streaming moment within the awareness of every form, ever the same timeless oneness.
Not an easy truth, not an easy reality, not easy in any way to wrap ye old gray matter around.

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What is life for the cynic but brief moments of ecstasy between great bouts of agony.

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All that is needed – if we want to get along – is the Golden Rule:
Treat others as you would like them to treat you.
Everything else is redundant.

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So many things not worth bothering about anymore.

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Consciousness can only be usurped by identity
For as long as memory sustains the delusion.

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Guess you will just never know.

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Temporal vapor.

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How nothing is nothing?

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Only you, in pure, unsullied awareness,
Can cast your Self free of all constraints.

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What is the god anyone imagines
But a projection of their own inane vanity.
What is there to save when zero-sum is ground to all.

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What is any word, what is any image,
But the delusional fabrication, the mass collusion,
That the time born of mind is real, and can somehow be captured.

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Nothingness is the only thing-less that touches you, the only thing-less you are.