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Perception is
all, and all is seamlessly diminishing
As the
container wanders toward its inevitable demise.
And what will
“you” be then, but what you have ever been.
No point in
being attached to a reverie that must inevitably end.
* * * *
The dream you call life is
chock-full of things that do not go your way.
Getting angry or depressed
about all it is much less challenging
Than learning to just turn
the other cheek and wander on.
* * * *
If you are truly content with your
kaleidoscoping dream,
Satisfied with what you have seen,
with what you have done,
Why would anyone else's judgment ever
possibly matter?
* * * *
After awakening to a larger
vision of all creation,
Except for a greater sense
of the grand connectiveness,
You are really no different
than you were before.
You must still abide the
mortal dreaming,
And that is never always
easy.
* * * *
From the origin and before,
to the end and after,
Everything is indivisibly,
seamlessly connected,
Only in the play of sound
do we pretend duality.
* * * *
The chronicles of time are nothing more
than vapor.
All history begins corroding long
before it is written.
* * *
It has always just been
you, all alone.
The world, the universe,
the entire sensory play,
Family, friends,
adversaries, things, work, play, pleasure, pain,
Have all been merely been
temporary distractions
From this one and only
truth.
* * * *
The ultimate potential of any given
mind
Is not merely to wander and abide the
manifest realm,
But to discover the portal to that
which is called god by many names.
That which each must ultimately explore
completely alone.
