18 November 2014

Three Hundred and Ninety-Two


It is only the mind and body that imagines experiencing anything.
You, the eternal observer, the awareness, remain ever indifferent.

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What is the whole kit and caboodle but a time-ridden reverie.
All meaning and purpose is imagined from first breath to last.

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To gaze across all history with neither need nor want,
Is a freedom even the many gods of old would envy.

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Each must ascertain his/her own eternal salvation
In the nothingness of the ever-present awareness.

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The meek will always find one wolf or another
All too willing to gorge upon their gullibility.

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Mad? You call me mad? Well, my fine friend,
That is no great distinction in an insane asylum.

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Much more important to have faith in your Self
Than in what this mirage of a world thinks of you.

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Ignorance without hesitation impales those daring
To question, impede, or obstruct its narrow vision.

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We are all but fleeting dreams of our ultimate nature,
Temporal waves crashing upon the shores of infinity.

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What is the point of judging any part or particle of it, really?
A dream is a dream, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

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How often is obtaining that thing, or experiencing that experience,
Really more about the craving that brewed prior to the gratification.
How many sit waiting in some dark, crowded, all-but-forgotten space?