17 October 2014

Three Hundred and Seventy-Five


No matter how real it all seems, the you that you know
Is only the whim of imagination swirling amid the senses.
An arbitrary, ephemeral set of perceptions from the get-go.
You have never been more than this every moment streaming.

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Everything we take for granted in the given day-to-day
Is, really, just as astounding as all the things
We consider inexplicably mysterious.
How are we not every moment lost in wonder?

* * * *

To be content with the life you have been dealt,
Royal Flush to not even a high card,
That is the challenge.

* * * *
Yet another intriguing nuance to the universe,
The world, the human condition.
Yawn, ho-hum.

* * * *
Even now, after a plethora of dreamtimes,
Nearly everything under any sun,
Still you long for more.

* * * *
Awareness is not,
Has never been, will never be,
Confined by any limits set by consciousness.

* * * *
It takes a strong, disciplined spirit
To sustain a steady course amid the rocks,
The sirens of imagination singing out every temptation.

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The very curious thing about so many organized religions
Is they truly believe theirs is the only true religion,
And that their true god will favor only them,
And will cast everyone else into hell.
Groupthink is groupthink,
No matter the flavor of the Kool Aid.