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A vastness filled with whirls of consciousness,
All within the same immortal, timeless awareness,
The quantum matrix of that which is prior to all
naming,
That source that is the one witness within all great
and small.
* * * *
Why would it ever possibly matter to be known in the
minds
Of others you will never even have the misfortune to
meet?
* * * *
All these so many thoughts really mean diddly-squat.
They are merely a means to the end of all beginnings.
* * * *
A multi-dimensional, ephemeral dream of
matter,
With which you identify for a brief
sense of time.
* * * *
The only real enduring solace
From the ceaseless storms of
consciousness
Is immersing into the aloneness.
* * * *
How quickly a ripple can turn into a
tsunami.
* * * *
We must all endure so much pain.
How is it we do not all feel compassion
For each other and all creatures great
and small.
* * * *
Aphorisms are no different than fine wine.
Inhale them fully to plumb, to fathom the insight,
Imbibe them slowly to perceive, to discern the
wisdom.
* * * *
Existence is indeed painful, but to be free and at ease is
possible,
If you discern the calling, and are willing to let go of everything.
* * * *
Every body-mind is a facet of the
ever-unfolding genesis,
An every-moment fabrication of evolution,
Nothing more, nothing less.
