14 May 2014

One Hundred and Twenty-Eight


In one way or another, in one place or another, in one time or another,
The you that is the ultimate real You is witness to it all.
Omnipresent, omnipotent, omniscient,
Call it what you will.

* * * *
A unperturbed, anonymous existence offers the greatest freedom
To those not beguiled by the ceaseless absurdity
Of monkey see, monkey do.

* * * *
Every day it becomes a tad more apparent
What you are not, have never been, will never be.
What to do when the edifice dissolves entirely,
And the eternal witness is all that remains.

* * * *
Stories within stories within stories,
Woven seamlessly, effortlessly, timelessly,
In imagination’s onetime production.

* * * *
Fate is as fate does.

* * * *
You woke up again this morning,
The obituary notice still in the mail.

* * * *
So many peoples, so many languages,
Saying so much of the same across the board.
How can any neighbor ever be all that different, really?

* * * *
The church of awareness is in every moment of every day.
To attend only one sunrise-sunset a week misses out on the other six,
And that is just in one week, of just one year, of just one life.
And do not leave out all the starry-starry nights.

* * * *
The so-called world, the so-called universe, the so-called everyday,
Is nothing more than a touchy-feely, three-dimensional dream
In which you may either wake up or sleep throughout.