28 July 2014

Two Hundred and Fifty-Nine


The same awareness, the same consciousness, permeates every imaginable difference:
Different bodies, different languages, different times, different spaces,
In order to play out a very-much-the-same mystery.
All the universe is a stage,
And all life forms merely players.

* * * *
Eternal life is right now, wherever you are.
The only real question is, do you exist as mere mortal,
Or as an eye of god, a timeless witness
To the unfolding mystery.

* * * *
We are all dancing in every way imaginable
In the same quantum hologram,
The infinite matrix
Of the inexplicable source.

* * * *
Even worse than pure ignorance
Is someone knowing a little all wrong.
At least ignorance might be open
To learning something new.

* * * *
How do you think god witnesses creation,
But through your eyes, and the eyes
Of all creatures great and small?

* * * *
Why would anyone ever participate in any religion
That advocates disharmony and conflict?
What sort of philosophy is it
That does not bring deep, lasting peace,
Contentment, serenity, grace, perchance even joy?

* * * *
Since that which are truly are was never born and never dies,
Technically, no one can really kill themselves.
So suicide is really just about
Being done with all the pain and suffering,
With all the pretense, with all the games, with all the bothers.
Not everyone wants to be here anymore, and why should that bother anyone else?