23 August 2014

Three Hundred and Four


Still the chattering mind, seal the dike from which thought swirls into dreamtime.
Cease your universe for at least a bit in the once and awhile.
Meditation, it is indeed that simple.

* * * *
Whether or not you discern what this eye discerns,
Depends entirely upon whether or not it is your destiny to see.
All those whose fate it is not have a world full of idols,
With all their middlemen, from which to choose.

* * * *
The idolatry of form and concept is all balderdash.
Put it all behind you and wander however you please.
You are prior to all dreams in this kaleidoscoping mirage,
And no sanction by any other is ever required
For you to be what you truly are.

* * * *
The entire religious/spiritual game is just that, a game,
Artificial diversions fabricated by others
For monkey-minded purpose.
There is only you,
And no other is required
To fully apprehend and appreciate
The mystery of every moment’s eternal passing.

* * * *
If you cannot manifest heaven while you are alive,
What makes you think it will be granted after you die?

* * * *
You have never for even one moment been the same.
You have never for even one moment not been the same.

* * * *
When you are a child,
You speak and think and reason as a child.
But when you grow up, you put away all those childish notions.
What does that mean, really?

* * * *
It is only through your acquiescence, through your mix of desire and fear,
That the many limitations of others is allowed to in the darkness bind you.