18 July 2015

Four Hundred and Seventy-Six


Once the life course has been set, once the world view has been molded,
A fair number of monkey-minds do not do well with too many choices, too many options.
Many feel the need to change, even destroy anyone, anything that is too different
Which for some means almost everyone and everything on the planet.
What a thing to be so confined, so narrowed, so limited,
So incapable of embracing the great all of it.

* * * *
Why maintain any sense of fabricated self, any sense of imaginary identity, at all?
To pretend you are other than the awareness of the eternal moment,
That which is real, that which is true, that which is all,
Why would you want to do such a thing?

* * * *
So many artists, so many inventers, late in the game, looking for a niche,
Something no one’s ever done under the given sun.
Good luck with that.

* * * *
Krishna, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Zoroaster, Moses, Jesus,
Socrates, Aristotle, Muhammad, Confucius,
And on and on and yawn and yawn.
All clich├ęs, all stereotypes,
All two-dimensional souvenirs,
Afflictions of time upon the timeless.

* * * *
You fell into the dark pool, the primal abyss of vanity.
To what narcissistic delusion will you submit this day?

* * * *
In the statistical relativity of it all,
Things likely could be far worse or far better.
Gratitude is an attitude, a mindset well worth cultivating
If the hand you have been dealt in this game of life is at all equitable.
Count your blessings if you are so fortunate as to have some.

* * * *
Here you are: eating, drinking, sitting, walking, running;
Living out each and every day, sleeping through each and every night.
Here you are, witnessing the sensory dream playing out every moment in your mind.
Here you are seeking meaning and purpose in a vista that offers none
But through imaginary intercourse with perception.