20 June 2014

Two Hundred and Four


Males are as unable, unwilling, to regulate their penises as females are their wombs.
The biological imperative of the species sprints madly towards a finite wall.
Tick, tick, tick … seven billion … and counting …tick, tick, tick.

* * * *
The senses are provocateurs of the seven deadly distractions:
Pride, covetousness, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, and sloth.

* * * *
There is an awareness, but it cannot be grasped.
There is an absolute, but it cannot be defined.
There is a mystery, but it cannot be solved.
There is a truth, but it cannot be known.

* * * *
It is what it is,
It was what it was,
It will be what it will be.
A dream,
Nothing more.

* * * *
No use bothering about or worrying
That you are going to suffer,
That you are going to die.
Such is existence, and so it goes.
The destiny for all in one fashion or another.
But the good news is that it will not be the real you dying.
Just another temporal apparition falling beneath
The wheel of creation and destruction.

* * * *
That which is eternal, that which is by many called God,
Has never really been alive in more than an imaginary, figurative sense.
How can that which can never perish have ever been born?
All existence is of the same quantum mystery.

* * * *
The body you believe you are is really already departed in one dumpster or another,
Perhaps abiding in some lackluster purgatory until the flesh and bones
Slowly dissolve into the oblivion of the formless origin.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.