09 June 2014

One Hundred and Seventy-Nine


How else would godness witness the creation
But through all its many eyes, ears, skins, noses, tongues,
And whatever other senses this indelible mystery may have concocted.

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The grand assumption in all this is, of course,
That the universe and all the many others even exist
As more than a figment of your sensory-inspired imagination.

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To reach this very indivisible moment
Has required the synergy of every quantum
Since creation’s much-speculated-about beginning.

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Bringing together heaven and earth,
Merging duality into the singularity of all origins,
Now there’s the rub, so to speak.

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Be wary of those who appeal to your vanity
To access either your wallet or your heart.

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Wisdom is the distillation of experience.

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The point of endless arrays of zeroes,
One direction or another, is what again?

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The only thing sure, the only thing secure,
Is the vast stillness of the ephemeral now.

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Humans across this spinning garden
Have many names for its evolving mystery,
And not even one of them matters at all in the least.

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Of now and then, it can be said,
Show me the then to which you are referring,
And I will point to the now that just rippled through its marrow.