08 September 2014

Three Hundred and Thirty-Six


It is likely inevitable in this vast mystery of a cosmos
That any given garden world will allow life forms to evolve
Which will sooner or later potentially threaten their very existence
Creation is destruction, destruction is creation, extinction is nothing new.

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Everything you see, hear, touch, taste, and feel is but a projection of consciousness.
The Great Quantum will play out whatever theater you are conditioned to discern.

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Everything simultaneously streaming, unfolding one moment to the next,
In this immeasurable quantum matrix of a holograph universe.
Only your little slice of imagination is about you.

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It is all pretty meaningless, despite all assertions to the contrary.
How can any dream ever be real, no matter how real it seems?

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Without the subtlety of great doubt, truth is veiled
Behind every conceivable whim of imagination.

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You are the singularity.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
What more need be said?

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How can anyone imagine,
Much less deeply believe, they are,
Or ever could be, in any way, shape or form,
Separate from that which is god?

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Sometimes small-minded, sometimes large.
That is the unfathomable nature of consciousness,
And the awareness from which, and into which, it blossoms.

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At a very certain point, listening over and over and over to a regurgitating meme
Is really neither enlightening nor interesting nor more than a squandering of precious time.
Please try coming up with something that has not been mindlessly yammered a gazillion times before.
God is neither alive nor dead, just bored to tears with the same uselessly absurd balderdash.