09 October 2014

Three Hundred and Fifty-Nine


How can anyone look at all these fellow creatures great and small,
And not, without doubt, discern the obvious fact that within each and every one
Is the same divine source, the same awareness, the same intelligence?
That all are the same omnipresent, omniscient witness as you.

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So many masks come and gone, and many more yet to be,
And behind all, the same faceless source.
Call it what you will,
It is ever indivisible and absolute.

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Passionate responses to any of life’s tremors
Ever magnify the moment’s passing.
In the agony and ecstasy,
One cannot be without the other.

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When what is, is all that is left to want,
It will be, as always, ever present.

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To be free of consciousness,
Or not to be free of consciousness,
The question of all questions.

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Why would you wait for anyone else,
Especially, when there is no one else.

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Perhaps you are on the road to redemption
If you have even barely discerned the demon,
And are no longer allowing it to reign you show.

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Nope, nope, nope, there is nothing more to it
Than what this moment each and every now offers.
Even gods on high are caught up in one dream or another.

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Idol worshippers will never be content with the truth of the here now.
The inexplicable absoluteness of eternal life is not for the meek of spirit.