09 June 2014

One Hundred and Eighty


Speculation is speculation,
None really any different than any other.
The unknown ever remains unknown, no matter the notion.

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The play of light and sound, touch, taste, and smell, what are they but sensory illusions
Through which the omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent witness discerns all and none.

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The only difference between night and day is you thinking there is.

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Science is only as true as the mind in which it convenes.

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How callously indifferent a heart must become
To harm any fellow earthling great or small.

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Why worry about heavens or hells,
Or karmic reincarnation?
Now is now
No matter the who,
What, when, where, why or how.

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You cannot really know eternal life,
That moment where life and death are not,
Until the mind stills to the nowness of awareness
Prior to all movement of consciousness.

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It is through the many reflections of the other
That any given one awakens to truth.
Who knows how many ways, how many places,
The mystery has awoken to its Self throughout its eternal play.

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The entire universe, even god,
Requires the given mind to be imagined real.
Without your myriad desires, your passion for existence,
Without the movement of your incessant thoughts, it would all be nothing.
As it is, has ever been, will ever be.