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You have been mortal
dreamer,
Seer, mystic, hierophant,
oracle, prophet,
And now you are the truth,
the life, the way … That I Am,
Krishna, Shiva, Buddha, Tao, Advuhut, Christ, God,
Allah, Soul, Brahman,
However it might be named or baptized by all dreams
samsara.
Born again every streaming moment, eternally
absolute,
Immortal, sovereign, infinite, supreme, complete,
Prior to all dimensions of space and time.
* * * *
Everyone is a fabrication
here,
Hotel California of the
quantum blend:
“We are all just prisoners
here, of our own device.
‘Relax,’
said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive.
You can
check-out any time you like,
But you
can never leave.’ ”
* * * *
Pain is a teacher for the
inattentive,
And more than a few seem to
get spanked
More badly, more often,
than others.
* * * *
Too hot, too cold, too
this, too that,
So many minds wallowing in
discontent.
* * * *
When death strikes,
It is the living who must
endure.
It is the living who must
move on to tomorrow,
More alone than they were
yesterday.
* * * *
No bird has ever written
down even one chirp.
Nor a dog a bark, nor a cat
a meow, nor a bear a growl.
This dreamtime would be
without even one history
Had humankind not conspired
otherwise.
* * * *
Life, going out there and
living it, is the only real test.
Except to parents,
teachers, peers, bureaucrats, politicians,
Corporations, vampires, and
other parasites out to make a buck,
All the examinations, all
the papers, are ultimately all but meaningless.
