02 July 2014

Two Hundred and Thirty-Four


Though you clearly realize you are not, have never been, will never be,
You must daily act out the attributes of imagined identity
In whatever way the windy dream prescribes.

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If you are free, tranquil and content within,
The endless theater becomes less and less significant.
You are not required to do or believe anything,
But through your own acquiescence.

* * * *
Given that the genuine you is everything,
What previous life could you not have had?
What previous form could you not have been?
And what future could ever transpire
Without your presence?

* * * *
What is the point of judging anything
Once you have realized all things
Are but figments of imagination?

* * * *
If you want be loved so badly,
Then just love your Self.
It is that simple.

* * * *
Life is the meaning of life.
What more purpose and meaning
Do you really need than that?

* * * *
To think the laws of physics
Have ever, or can ever, be suspended
Is the foolishness of ignorance and superstition,
Of faith blinded by interminable delusion.

* * * *
The timeless immediacy of the ever-present nowness
Has never even once been fathomed by the vagaries of imagination.
Even a still mind completely attentive to the awareness
Cannot more than be of the flame eternal.