20 September 2014

Three Hundred and Fifty-Five


The relatively agreeable thing about imagination,
Is that you can do absolutely anything your mind might dare.
Often much more enjoyable, and certainly less bother than the real thing.

* * * *
All creatures great and small are born of the same indivisible mystery.
All are fated never to see more than reflections of their own faces.

* * * *
The mind is a problem solver, the mind is a problem maker.
Cease making problems, and it regains a measure of balance.

* * * *
We all, great and small, must play whatever part
The given anatomy deceives us into believing.

* * * *
So many teachers,
Everyone and everything, really.
What does not communicate one thing or another
To those to whom learning is as natural
As drinking a cup of water?

* * * *
Sometimes you do, sometimes you do not.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

* * * *
Wander beyond the idolization of form,
Geography, language, culture, creed,
Or any other temporal, tangible creation.
Discern the infinite intangible, the unmanifest,
The indivisible, from which all creation materializes.

* * * *
Ignorance, stupidity, avarice, entitlement, and hate,
Ever at odds with intelligence, enlightenment, generosity and love.
Another day, same predictable, maddening paradigm.

* * * *

First entry into the chilly waters of any experience
Always requires the girding glint of will and an earnest breath
Before wading, jumping, or diving into the ever-churning unknown of time.

Three Hundred and Fifty-Four


Call me That I Am, call me Brahman, call me Tao, call me God, call me Self, call me what you will.
I am the unnamable awareness that is prior to all dreams of consciousness.
Absolute, indivisible, complete, supreme, without peer.
And you and everything else are as well.
There is nothing that is not this same oneness
In all the annals of time to the formless infinity beyond.

* * * *
A quantum building block does not care into what form it is placed,
Or if it is used in any meaningful or profound way at all.
It plays any part that consciousness dictates.

* * * *
All your many attempts to hold onto anything
Are absolutely futile and meaningless.
There is naught but the dreamy now,
And the perceptions to which the mind,
With such tenacious determination, clings.

* * * *
Truth is esoteric and meaningless to most.
Some have the eyes to see and ears to hear,
But in others the ground is dry and barren.
So it goes.

* * * *
No matter the form,
No matter the time and space,
You cannot be anywhere but here now.
It be the way it is across the board.

* * * *
Knowledge will never reach a conclusion,
For it is far too adept at creating itself anew.

* * * *
All forms are but variations of quantum vibration,
The underlying physics of the elements within all things,
As witnessed by the ever-present, ever-shining light of awareness.

* * * *
What a magical dream this garden world was before humankind began assaulting it
With its insatiable greed and unending self-absorption over every imaginable difference.

Three Hundred and Fifty-Three


Believers and atheists, all playing their little game, dancing their little dance.
Pretending to know what they cannot, never have, and never will.
To know you know nothing is the only honest stance.
Make-believe may offer some solace,
But no lie can ever touch what is real and true.

* * * *
The parochial mind is incapable of discerning its Self.
To explore the farthest reaches and beyond,
One cannot be bound by anything.

* * * *
The journey may begin with the first step,
But the pace along the winding trail
Is set by the slowest trekker.

* * * *
This momentary nowness
Is all that is really happening.
The dream is just that … a dream.
Nothing more, nothing less.

* * * *
It is whatever you think it is.
It is not whatever you think it is.

* * * *
More words, ever more words.
More differences, more confusion,
For the witch’s brew to simmer and stew.

* * * *
Depending on the color of your skin,
The depth of your wallet,
Or the witnesses lined up against you,
Probably best never to assume you will get a fair trial.

* * * *
Curious how so many mystics
Across time and space
Give over a portion of their existence
Attempting to help others discern their inherent freedom,
Often inspiring dogmatic absurdities of every hue in their well-meaning wake.

Three Hundred and Fifty-Two


How inane and absurd it all at some point becomes.
We prattle endlessly about truth, stillness, love, justice, and on and on.
But to remain in that state every moment is for most very challenging, very unlikely, indeed.
The monkey-mind is ever an enthralling thunder and lightning show
To which death is really the only antidote.

* * * *
The indivisibility of the quantum chaos is order unto its Self.
What stability can there be in the theater of consciousness
But what awareness through imagination conceives?

* * * *
You think you are really so different?
That your little drama has not been played out
Countless times beyond counting?

* * * *
We are all time-travelers of imagination.
Strap in and enjoy the ride as best ye may.

* * * *
How can anyone possibly care
About seven-plus-plus billion people,
And all the other life forms across the planet,
Except in the most abstract sense?

* * * *
The ultimate you is untouched by any and all claims.
A Self-contained, quantum matrix of the highest order.

* * * *
No matter the creative or destructive enterprise playing out,
How can the ocean of infinity ever become greater or lesser?
It ever reigns sovereign, absolute of its own inherent nature.

* * * *
What sort of god is it that does not encompass the stars?
And how would it be possible for it not to include you?

* * * *
You begin as student, your universe the teacher.
And if/when you become your universe,
Perchance a student will appear.