03 December 2014

Four Hundred and Twenty-Nine


The natural laws govern all creatures, all things, from great to small.
Gibberish is not what makes the universe spin round and round.
There is not some deity tracking demerits on a naughty list.
Heaven, hell, is the world you every moment imagine.
You are ultimately on your own, completely alone.
Even your mother cannot shield you for long
From the long and winding road ahead,
On which the many agonies and ecstasies
Will reveal the lessons to which you subscribe.
So it goes … deal with it … get over it … move on.

* * * *
All the sensations, all the passions,
All the concoctions of mind and body,
None are the essential, real you,
The sovereign, immaculate,
Absolute witness,
The heart of awareness,
The oneness prior to all dreams.

* * * *
You are The First, You are The Last.
You are not, however, the first,
Nor will you be the last.
Every existence,
Its own little adventure.

* * * *
If you were to suddenly perish,
What others, what thoughts, what problems,
What things, what wealth, what karma,
Would you carry into the abyss?
Be free, die now, to all of it.

* * * *
If it is your fate to discern a larger perspective
Than the given geography allows,
You must exit the cave,
And leave no stone unturned
In the hologram your mind perceives.
And in reality, it may not be at all that necessary
To leave the squalor of the cave, or turn over even one stone.
The only real question is whether or not you want to be free of all constraints.