04 November 2014

Three Hundred and Eighty

380


When the given existence gives way to inevitable death,
The vast cosmos that mind and senses have into dreamtime spun,
Will dissolve back into the indivisible quantum mystery,
The given mind-body is a one-time-only show,
Never really “yours” from the get-go.
This is the only imaginary you
That is, has ever been, will ever be.

* * * *
Attributes and handicaps, capacities and limitations,
Merely define the actor in this mortal theater.
Prior to them, you are imperceptible.
No matter the shifting exterior,
No one can know you
Unless they know themselves.

* * * *
This birthing ground dust ball is afire,
And most are for the most part,
Foolishly oblivious to the well-being
Of the only residence in the neighborhood.
Delusional far beyond the pale.
How amazing is that?

* * * *
That you exist is not mystery enough?
That you exist is not eternal enough?
That you exist is not time enough?
That you exist is not gold enough?
That you exist is not real enough?
That you exist is not true enough?
That you exist is not holy enough?
That you exist is not sacred enough?
That you exist is not magical enough?
That you exist is not spiritual enough?
That you exist is not purgatory enough?
That you exist is not heaven or hell enough?

* * * *
The quantum ground entices you with every imaginable trial
In order to gradually draw you deeper and deeper
Into the abode you have ever inhabited.
Any and all resistance is futile.