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The malarkey
of fear and superstition and ignorance
Would have you
bow and scrape and pay homage for all eternity.
But in truth there is nothing to which you are in any way required to submit
If you have
the courage to stand free of all claims, utterly alone,
In the elemental
winds of your quantum dream.
* * * *
Far more
discerning and real to become a Christ than a Christian,
A Buddha than
a Buddhist, the Tao than a Taoist,
The Truth than
a True Believer.
* * * *
If those who say they do
not care, really did not care,
Would it even occur to them
that they did or did not?
* * * *
The only thing you can really do is
witness it.
There is no holding on to anything,
Least of all, the vain notion
That it has been you
Who has really done any of it.
* * * *
Even if you
were up on some great stage
With seven
billion-plus people wildly cheering,
In the vast
singularity of all things matrix,
You would
still be very much alone.
* * * *
Best discern
the existential of it now,
For there will
likely not be the opportunity
Once the
container to which you are so attached
Blows back
into the dream-weaving quantum sands.
* * * *
You can take all your dogmatic
absurdities,
And the political
correctness with which they are laced,
And shove them where no sun
ain’t never got no ambition to shine.
* * * *
Is a contribution
for a tax deduction really a gift?
Is a donation
for an inscription on a wall really from the heart?
Is philanthropy really any more than good old
vanity guised in yet another cloak?