11 April 2015

Four Hundred and Sixty-Nine


Why would anyone have difficulty seeing this mystery as a spontaneous creation?
Why would anyone assert any make-believe creed when none are essential?
Why would anyone fathom a god limited by any vain confabulation?
Why would anyone resist discerning they are whatever it is?
Why would anyone ever feel the need to be anything
But very much present, very much right here, right now.

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Humans are always so wrapped up in what others think of them.
What a curious dependency is bred into our monkey blueprint.

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What is this monkey-mind need to identify with things,
To always be describing ourselves in so many ways,
Tagging ourselves as so many this’s and that’s?
As if all the labels have ever meant anything.

* * * *
We are just DNA doing what DNA does.
Toss consciousness into the instinctual cauldron,
And you have the good, the bad, the ugly,
In spades beyond counting.

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What greater serenity can there be
Than to be alone with one’s thoughts
Steeped in the timelessness of awareness.

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Envision a mystery so hugely now
As to include you in its field of awareness,
You as one of its incalculable eternal witnesses,
Indivisibly one in every way, every shape, every form.

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Imagine, if you will, a poker table with Santa Claus,
The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Peter Pan, and Jesus,
All wearing baseball caps, chomping on cigars, sipping whiskey.

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Bother that it is for those who must endure the mortal aspect,
The quantum essence cannot know its Self but through creation of the other,
In as many ways as possible as often as possible, to better reflect upon all things imaginable.