04 November 2014

Three Hundred and Seventy-Nine

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What is it draws some minds into the examination of Brahman,
And other into living out the dreamtime of the senses,
But an inexplicable mustard seed of interest.

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True religion, true spirituality, true grace, true faith,
Is a grass roots, solo kind of endeavor.
No middlemen required.

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It is an immeasurable, indivisible, quantum matrix,
Each and every life form witness to it
In its own unique way.

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Any given body is really no more than a container
From which godness witnesses a sensory play.
The challenge is not forgetting it is not real.

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It is attachment to the mind-body
That is the source of all this angst and suffering,
All this delusion, all this absurdity.

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At which beginning
Do you stop calling it a beginning?
At which ending do you stop calling it an ending?

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What a truly astounding thing
To hate another enough to harm or kill.
Just remember when someone does the same to you.

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The issue of material possessions
Is less about whether or not one owns them,
As much as it is how much they encumber one’s mind.

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Why shouldn’t you love your Self?
Why deprive your Self the infinite immensity
Of what you truly are, have always been, and will ever be?