28 August 2014

Three Hundred and Twelve

312


An ocean of nothingness,
Light shimmering upon every permutation
The timeless vapor of consciousness can possibly imagine.

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The same eternal awareness has been housed in every life form since life was formed.
In all creatures great and small, the same omnipresence, omniscience, omnipotence.

* * * *
You will likely continue enduring the agony and ecstasy of existence
Because, short of pulling the trigger, there really is no choice.
Suicide is indeed the only real philosophical question.

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At what point do you just write some escapades off?
At what point do you call a bad deal a bad deal,
Stop throwing treasure, time and energy at it,
And just wander on to the next adventure.

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The awareness, the witness you ever are,
Is the indivisible, immeasurable source:
Omnipresent, omniscient, omnipotent.
It is you, you are it, there is no other.

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Pain is a unyielding teacher,
And you may or may not be adept
At learning its many lessons.

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We all come up with so many things
That seem so very important at the time.
Some long remembered, most quickly forgotten.

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The convenience of being an unknown solo act
Is not having to cater to one herd mentality or another.
There is no freedom in the expectations of political correctness.

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Apply to the ever-streaming moment as many words and numbers as you like,
Time and space are nothing more than abstractions born of temporal imagination.