30 May 2014

One Hundred and Sixty-Three


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Concepts upon concepts, minds chock-full of every sort of notion.
And in the grand scheme of this inexplicable whodunit,
Any given dream nothing more than poof.

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Awareness, from cradle to grave, ever the same.

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To care, or not to care, that is the question.

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In awareness, all potentials reside.

* * * *
Slumbering in nirvana.

* * * *
So much done,
So little all the while.
The nothingness is like that.

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Suffering, the harshest teacher.

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No matter the form or time,
All are simultaneously witnessing
The same inexplicable mirage.

* * * *
The truest mystery is without solution.

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Be content.
Die with a full breath
Each and every moment possible.
It is, indeed, the most real, the most true state,
At the core of indisputable you.

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There is nothing rational about existence.
Here you are stuck in dreamtime for the time-being.
So it goes. deal with it, get over it, move on as best ye are able.