Rabbit Hole Ponderings
The Entire Collection
The First Page
We are all created of the same source,
By whatever name you might wish to call it.
Our sense of individuality is merely a fleeting illusion,
Born of the attachment of consciousness to mind-body-spirit.
In reality, we are all equally the same awareness permeating all things.
All dualistic notions are vain delusion fabricated by imagination.
Yes, it all seems real and true enough at any given moment,
But if you fully contemplate the ever-present now,
You will discern that this state we call life,
Is really nothing more than a very temporary,
Touchy-feely, three-dimensional, sensory reverie.
The indivisible, absolute mystery, pretending existence.
* * * *
Everything comes and goes, appears and disappears,
Changes in each and every inexplicable moment.
A magical mystery tour of bewildering origin.
And to those many so full of themselves,
Unable to perceive the unfathomable,
That every moment beckons their attention,
How did the mindboggling become so mundane?
* * * *
Discern the indivisible awareness prior to all attributes,
All genders, all languages, all ideologies, all creeds, all geographies,
All families, all friends, all acquaintances, all antagonists,
All anything, all everything, under any given sun.
Discern that which is solely awareness,
Unblemished by any perception,
Born of conscious design,
Mortal or otherwise.
* * * *
Every existence is entirely unique,
In this grand, magical theater of time and space.
The unfolding of the song of mystery is a creation extraordinaire,
In every way, shape and form into which the mystery,
Has spontaneously, choicelessly unfolded.
You are one of countless dreams,
All witness to the totality,
That which is prior to all perception,
That which is absolute, both within and without,
That which is real, that which is true, that which is ever You.
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Prior to All
That source, that origin, that fount, that nucleus, which is called by many names,
Is prior to any sensory theater, prior to all forms small to great,
Prior to any whimsical certitudes of imagination,
Prior to any notion of this or that,
Prior to all dualities,
Prior to every definition,
Inspired by the myriad other.
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Ever Unchanging
Strolling the infinity within,
Does not require anything special.
Wear anything, or nothing, if you prefer.
Sit, lay, stand, walk, or sprint anywhere you please.
Name it whatever comes to mind, if you must.
It is always the same, ever unchanging,
Ever here now, to delve or dive into,
The source prior to all dreams.
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A Contemplation
What would it be like to never see anybody, anything, ever again?
To retire forever into the abyss, and never re-emerge into consciousness.
No more desire, no more fear, no more dread, no more worry, no more sickness,
No more injury, no more caring, no more bother, no more death or taxes.
And, of course, no more beer, wine, drugs, sex, or rock and roll.
To die for all eternity, or come back for another round,
Will that yay or nay decision be the last box,
On some Pearly Gate questionnaire?
Or do you just sign in or out as you please?
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What Is There to Learn?
What there is to learn, what there is to impart,
Is prior to all the volumes ever written,
All the institutions ever concocted,
All the idolatry ever asserted,
All the rituals ever established,
All the temples ever constructed,
All the incalculable inanities, insanities,
Ever carried out in some imaginary god’s name.
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Same Soul
A different day,
A different life,
A different form,
A different world,
A different universe,
Same Soul.
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Creation is the Creator
The drop is within the ocean, and the ocean within the drop.
The writing is within the writer, and the writer within the writing.
The painting is within the painter, and the painter within the painting.
The sculpture is within the sculptor, and the sculptor within the sculpture.
The garden is within the gardener, and the gardener within the garden.
All creation is within its creator, and the creator within all creation.
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An Ephemeral Dwelling
The mind-body is but a transitory dwelling; chaff,
From which the kernel drops into the ground,
From which the drop returns to the ocean,
From which the self merges into Self,
From which the persona dissolves,
Into that which is timelessly absolute.
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Perceptions
What sights would there be, if there were no eyes?
What smells would there be, if there were no nose?
What sounds would there be, if there were no ears?
What tastes would there be, if there were no tongue?
What sensations would there be, if there were no skin?
And how many other perceptions might there be,
Had we crawled out of a different puddle?
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All Too Predictable
Any given religion was once a cult.
And every cult was a fabrication,
Founded on a pack of assumptions,
Likely concocted by a charismatic persona,
Willingly accepted by a small group prone to following,
Who conditioned their progeny to believe with little or no question.
And voilà, yet another organized religion is born,
To brew what havoc it surely does.
All too predictable.
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Wonder
Who is the who, who wonders who is who?
What is the what, what wonders what is what?
Where is the where, where wonders where is where?
When is the when, when wonders when is when?
Why is the why, why wonders why is why?
How is the how, how wonders how is how?
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Of Capricious Minds
Truth is not the Yahweh of Moses,
The Allah of Muhammad,
The God of Jesus,
The Tao of Lao Tzu,
The Brahman of Krishna,
Nor the Buddha of Siddhartha.
It is That, which has neither name nor face.
It is the source prior to all assertions,
Born of the capricious mind.
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The One and Only Reality
The one thing of which You can be very certain, across all time, across all space.
Is that You are not at all separate from anything, in any way, at any moment.
How do You discern this? Because You are the dreamer dreaming it all.
You are the seamless, singular awareness, the one and only reality.
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Cradle and Coffin
The body is not You; You are not the body.
You have no body, you never have, and you never will.
The mortal container is merely a fleeting means to one end or another.
A formless, indivisible infinity, without foundation,
Without beginning, without conclusion.
Awareness is the cradle,
From which all things rise into being;
The coffin to which all things are one day laid to rest.
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Oblivion
Oblivion is the end to all lies, all fabrications, all self-deceptions.
It is the vital source, the essence prior to all becoming.
It is the experiencing prior to all experience,
The intangible prior to all that is tangible,
The awareness prior to consciousness,
The actuality prior to all that is imagined,
The substantial prior to all that is insubstantial,
That which is prior to all context, prior to all manifest dreams.
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The Great Game
“Let us play a game of irony and paradox,” suggested one quantum.
“With every agony and ecstasy imaginable,” added another.
“And a slathering of absurdity,” suggested a third.
“But why bother?” moaned a fourth.
“Why not?” said yet another.
“Indeed,” agreed all the others.
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Live and Learn, Die Anyway
The knowledge and insights and skills,
You sponge in the early part of your existence,
Will be finely-honed by its middle,
And forgotten by its end.
Live and learn; die anyway.
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Freedom’s Irony
To catch the hungry monkey,
The coconut is baited for desire.
The searching hand goes so easily in,
But will not come out with the fisted delight.
The treat will quickly bring about death,
Unless the frantic creature discerns,
The paradigm of the open hand,
Is freedom's curious irony.
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Senseless Absurdity
What a thing to spend an existence,
Locked in dogmas and idolatries;
Bound up in traditions, superstitions;
In fear of some god or gods or demons;
Concerned about heavens or hells or karma.
Why allow imagination to have such free reign?
Why give your Self over to such senseless absurdity?
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Neither New nor Old
All great seers of the ultimate reality,
Are simply incisive knowers of themselves.
Anyone can apprehend it, if they have the insight,
And an unrelenting, unwavering, blade of discernment.
This is yet another conscious articulation of an age-old inquiry.
Indeed, there is nothing either new or old, under this or any other star.
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Liberation
Find a space where you can sit quietly, alone.
Ignore the ever-churning sensory theater.
Allow the thoughts to pass without interference.
Observe completely the beingness throughout the passing.
That simple awareness, that nowness, is the eternal, original nature.
To abide in the essential ever-fleeting moment, the mind still,
Is liberation from the fabrications of false identity.
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The Functioning
Without skin, what could you feel?
Without eyes, what could you see?
Without ears, what could you hear?
Without nose, what could you smell?
Without tongue, what could you taste?
Without all functioning simultaneously,
How could your dreamtime universe be?
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Realization of the Indivisible
If this orb was considered a small lifeboat upon an infinite sea,
The prophets, the mystics, the seers, are those who dive over the side,
Explore the unseen depths, and climb back aboard to share their discoveries,
With those clinging passionately to the vain, illusory safety of their berth.
Many, perhaps most, will very quickly turn away and refuse to listen.
Some will quarrel, scoff, or curse, praising imaginary clay gods.
Some will avidly listen, and then label themselves followers.
Some will timidly test the unknown and find it too cold,
Or, worse yet, misguidedly think they, too, have it.
Some, seeing what needs be done, will dive in,
Perhaps to one day also return awakened,
Emptied by the realization of the indivisible.
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Irony and Paradox Rule
You are the body; you are not the body.
You are the world; you are not the world.
You are the universe; you are not the universe.
You are the dream; you are not the dream.
You are everything; you are nothing.
Change is the way of all things.
Irony and paradox rule.
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Eternal Life
Eternal life is simply living in the awareness of the ever-streaming moment,
Oblivious to the space and time in which the manifest mind abides.
The state of being when the allure of the many attributes,
The countless fabrications of imagined identity,
Lose all meaning, all purpose, all concern,
When the magnitude of the singular present is all.
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Arbitrary Spins
How deep is deep? How shallow, shallow?
How wide is wide? How narrow, narrow?
How infinite is infinite? How finite, finite?
The definitions inspired by any eye, any mind,
Are but endless, arbitrary spins of me, myself, and I.
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Proof Enough
If you are genuinely earnest in your inquiry into Self,
The unadorned fact that you have never seen,
Nor will you ever see, your own face,
Is surely evidence enough.
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A Still Mind
When the mind is still, where is the yearning for continuity?
Where is the notion of duality that harbors passion?
Where is the player, the actor, the identity?
Where is the witness woven of time?
What is there but the awareness of emptiness?
What is there but that birthless-deathless creation of all?
What is there but eternal life, eternal oblivion, eternal redemption?
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Speculation and Hearsay
God as projected by the dogmatic mind is patently, woefully absurd.
That which is eternally omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient,
Cannot be confined in any way, any shape, any form.
The mystery is ever unknown, ever insoluble.
All assertions are but vain speculation and hearsay.
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All of Page 100
Imagine, if from your beginning,
You were among a modest, wise people,
Who clearly imparted that You were the mystery.
That You were the epicenter of your individual universe.
A guardian of this garden, and that the entire universe about You,
Was filled with teachers, each valued for their gift, whatever it might be.
And that You were also one of their teachers, likewise valued, likewise ordained.
Imagine that You were brought up with the certainty, that each and every fellow life form,
From the very smallest to the very largest, are all kin in the highest sense,
And that You are a solitary witness to the eternal song of mystery,
Never to doubt, even once, that You are truly of the One.
* * * *
We are all of the same awareness,
Etched by the diversity of consciousness,
Into untold assumptions of self-absorbed pretense.
It is only at the source that you will discern,
The vast, indivisible commonality.
There truly is no other.
Thou art God.
* * * *
It appears that You are ensnared for yet another day,
In this mortal frame, so profoundly temporal.
Yet You are not a body, You are not a mind.
You are not, have never been, nor will ever be,
Bound by any manifest container, that any creation,
No matter how inexplicable, has ever, or can ever, muster.
* * * *
You are that which is brick and mortar, to all spaces, to all times.
That which is witness to every dimension, to every dream.
That which is awake, even during the deepest sleep.
That which is asleep, in even the most alert vigil.
That which is the tiniest, infinitesimal point.
That which is the most infinite expanse.
That which none can either claim to be,
Nor feign, except in delusion, not to be.
That which is, ever was, and will ever be.
That which is not, never was, and will never be.
The quantum matrix, prior to all imaginings born of mind.
The eternal nature, prior to all attributes formed of consciousness.
Indivisible, unblemished, singular, supreme, sovereign, absolute, without peer.
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Forget It All
Forget what your eyes have seen,
Your ears have heard, your nose has smelled,
Your tongue has tasted, your hands and body have felt.
Forget everything the indivisible weavings of earth, water, air, and fire,
Have ever concocted in this temporary mortal container.
Allow the mind to become utterly still,
Timelessly present, completely anonymous.
You will, in those moments of absolute awareness,
Be what you truly are, have always been, and will ever be.
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The Relativity of Perception
The ever-morphing universe, every moment,
Appears and disappears before the mind-body receptors.
What is existence but a few breaths, an assortment of experiences,
A succession of conversations, a collection of minutiae,
And the vaporous perception of relativity.
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Of Quantum Design
You are not your body, your mind, your relationships, your things.
You are not your likes and dislikes, nor the perceptions of all your memories.
You are not your world, you are not your universe, you are not anything under any sun.
You are naught but the awareness of totality, witnessing a magical mystery tour of quantum design.
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The Planet of the Apes
We are all merely monkeys here, an entire planet covered with monkeys.
Jesus was a monkey, and so were Buddha, Muhammad, Lao Tzu, and Nietzsche.
Your father and mother are monkeys, and your brothers, your sisters, your grandparents,
And your uncles and aunts and cousins and friends and acquaintances and strangers and enemies,
And even you, are all just two-legged tree-swingers, who one day climbed down,
And wandered out into the savannas, and across the pale blue dot.
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Sovereign Witness
Your world, your universe, expands in consciousness,
Until you at long last, realize fully, that it never really existed,
As anything more than an indivisible, ephemeral dream,
To which eternal awareness, is sovereign witness.
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The Price
The price of good is evil.
The price of right is wrong.
The price of wealth is poverty.
The price of pleasure is pain.
The price of white is black.
The price of life is death.
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The Abiding Witness
The senses are ripples away from the awareness where You abide.
The eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose, the flesh, all feeding into the mind;
How can they ever be the one and only You, but through attachment to assumptions?
How can they ever be more than distant devices, to be witnessed however nature-nurture allows?
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Slap Your Self
If your concept of a deity does not incorporate you as more than a sheep,
To be herded to and fro, in some groupthink-follower-collective,
Then perhaps you need to incite some serious doubting,
For a very up-the-ante-worldview-change-up.
Slap your Self, so to speak, very hard.
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The Daily Slog
To turn it off, you can either become very still, very detached,
Or you can, through a variety of means, off the body.
Suicide is the greatest philosophical question.
So, embrace the absurdity of it all,
Moniker yourself Sisyphus,
Abandon all hope,
Get ye shoulder to ye boulder,
And whistle while ye daily slog it up the hill.
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Just Imagination
It is all just imagination’s attachment to this or that.
A sensory dream in the matrix of eternity.
You are untainted awareness,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
Just putting in your time in whatever way the dream calls.
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Every Mind’s Eye
So much of everything within any given cosmos.
Nothing new, nothing old, everything the same, nothing the same.
On and on, the unknowable conundrum churns, ever creating, preserving, destroying.
The timeless in every mind’s eye, witness to a kaleidoscoping sensory mirage.
The awareness has awakened in so many dreams, in so many universes,
In so many paroxysms, in so many reflections of consciousness.
To the eternal, in which all small to great equally abide.
You are it, it is You, there is ultimately no other.
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Never Once
The truth of it, is, that not even one atom,
Across an entire cosmos indivisibly full of them,
Can for even one iota of an eternal moment, still itself.
And yet, the awareness within and without its ever-churning all,
Has never once, across all time and space, even stirred.
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A Temporal Window
For what, exactly, are you hoping?
Power? Fame? Fortune? Security? … Immortality?
You already have so much: sentience, health, food, water, air, space, time.
As austere as it may well sound, things so often taken for granted, are truly the greatest treasure.
After all, you only dream this manifest play for as long as mortal destiny allows.
Try not to squander the temporal window of beingness too lightly.
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Where Is the Gap?
How intelligent does one have to be, to not be stupid?
How beautiful, to not be ugly? How good, to not be bad?
How correct, to not be wrong? How wise, to not be foolish?
Where is the line between any yay, any nay, any this, any that,
But some inflated, arbitrary formulation, of the given mind.
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Pfft
Why should you be a sheep to some shepherd?
Why should you kowtow or pray to what you are?
Why should you fear that which you have ever been?
Pfft on all dogmas devised by minds embedded in time.
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Quantum Breathing
Breathe in the universe, breathe out the universe,
Breathe in the universe, breathe out the universe,
Breathe in the universe, breathe out the universe.
Breathe in the universe …
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Be a Human … Being
Reality is ceaseless and carefree, indivisible and inexplicable.
Only imagination ebbs and flows, starts and stops.
In reality, you are the You that You are,
Not the you that you imagine.
The soul of mystery exists, not in time,
But in the timeless nowness of eternal beingness.
To achieve full potential as human being, be a human … being.
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Only You
What are we but portions of quanta playing out a three-dimensional theater,
Immortal at the essential level, yet mortal in whatever form played.
Birth, death, and the life between, are but an illusory dream.
In the ultimate eternal reality, prior to all creation,
There is no existence, there is no other, there is only You.
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Humility
We are all of the same mystery, the same awareness,
But the character, the personality, the identity,
Wears the cloak of whatever illusory dream,
The given nature-nurture has spawned.
Nothing about which to be inflated, really.
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What Else Would Any Mystery Be?
It is all You,
Terribly, wonderfully, absolutely alone,
A vast stillness without measure, without rhyme or reason, without cause or effect,
Without purpose or meaning, without beginning or end,
What else would any mystery be?
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Born Again
What is it to be born again,
But to be the awareness of a newborn.
As still and silent and attentively timeless as the cosmos,
From whence all phenomena small to great have been immaculately woven.
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The Disharmony of Duality
It is only in human consciousness,
That the disharmony of dualistic notion takes place.
In whatever way you might observe this infinite, indivisible matrix of a dream,
Whether physics or chemistry or biology, everything is connected,
Without any separation, any otherness, whatsoever.
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The Eternal Freedom of Awareness
You were never really born,
You have never existed,
You have no future,
You have no past.
You are the I in I,
The Am in Am,
The That in That.
You are That I Am.
The Truth, the Life, the Way.
Awareness, pure, simple, eternally free.
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What Would It Have Been Like?
What would it have been like to have witnessed this world,
Before the indelible ascendance of humankind,
With all its fences and roads and tracks,
Its countless inventions of every size and variety,
Its boxes of every shape and purpose, strewn across the land.
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Outside Your Mummy’s Tummy
Your first lesson that existence was going to be somewhat harsh,
May have been the exit-from-the-womb whack, that inspired your first breath,
A defining wake-up call, into what all that puzzling commotion,
Outside your mummy’s tummy, was all about.
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The Dystopian Pit
The worldwide winds, to which all humankind have synergistically contributed,
Are daily growing far too strong for any to find a truly safe harbor.
The imminent is a cavernous, exacting, dystopian pit,
Into which all but the most resilient,
Must inevitably fall.
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Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time, it all seemed as real as real could be,
And then, the one and only reality, awakened your eternal mind.
It is a solitary, less traveled, winding yellow brick road,
Down which many are called, and few inclined.
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More Than Enough
You really do not know anything, and no one else does, either.
There is no need to be afraid; there is no need to worship false idols.
There is no need to make some meaningless, absurd, bad-theater game of it.
Wonder, ponder, speculate all you please, do with your existence whatever you will;
But the source that you and all things are, is an insoluble enigma,
In which merely being here now, fearless and free,
Is, indeed, more than enough.
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The Infinite Ocean
The infinite ocean of totality, is in no way, no shape, no form,
Interested or concerned or involved, with any illusory fabrication of consciousness.
It is solitary witness, within and without, all phenomena small to great,
But untouched by any dream bound to space and time.
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The Quest for Truth
True science is not a religion.
It is a quality of mind, solely intent, on rational,
Dispassionate, impersonal, accurate, lucid, measurable observation,
To whatever conclusion the quest for truth may bring.
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Of Awareness and Consciousness
How can awareness be thought to have either beginning or end,
When its momentary nature, is so ever-present, as to be unequivocally eternal.
Consciousness, however, is an entirely different bag of worms.
For all practical purposes, it is unable to hold still,
And is insatiably able and willing,
To distract itself and over and over,
With every antic it can possibly conceive.
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Earth, Water, Wind, Fire
Earth is earth, wind is wind, water is water, fire is fire.
Once you, without doubt, without equivocation, fully understand this,
And that these forces interact in every way imaginable,
And that you are eternal witness to it all,
What else is there to know?
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Seven Plots
Some who specialize in the study of literature,
Claim it can be distilled down to as few as seven plots:
The yearning for justice, love, order, pleasure, and validation;
The challenge of morality when choices have to be made;
And the fear of the unknown/unknowable and death.
A few basic narratives told over and over and over,
In different times, in different places, in different tongues,
With a likely never-ending array of nuances, for every inclination,
Yet permeating all, the human craving for life’s telling, so much the same.
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Fate Is as Fate Does
There your parents were one night or day, messing around, all hot and heavy,
And suddenly, through no fault of your own, no choice of your own,
You were in the oven, baking your way into consciousness.
When exactly does fate begin its wayward trail?
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Madhouse Contenders
Every religion started off as a cult,
Until its followers put down enough spare change,
To construct impressive, daunting, holier-than-thou sanctuaries,
Filled with enough middlemen, to shield the sheeples from their crazed delusion,
And muster the potency to be a contender in the madhouse.
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The Delusion of Time Travel
Regarding time travel,
How can that which does not exist,
Ever be journeyed, except through imagination?
This streaming instant, born of senses and mind, is all there is.
To pretend otherwise, is just one delusion or another.
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The Alimentary Canal
The critical difference,
Between a mouth,
And an asshole,
Is one end has fangs,
Earthworms must crunch,
At a much more moderate pace.
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The True Voice
The true voice is in all small to great.
To discern it, one must merely, with intention,
Observe prior to the passion, the fear, the false identity,
And surrender courageously, to the sovereignty of the timeless now.
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The Source
The greatest view of the history of all manifestation,
Would be the synthesis of every universe born of conscious design.
It would include a seamless wander through the matrix, through every nook and cranny,
To which the mystery of imagination, is witness in every way possible.
All within the infinite, indivisible, timeless stillness,
Of that source prior to all naming,
That source prior, even,
To that which many call god.
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The Immortal Mind
The mortal mind is transfixed
By the ceaseless permutations of limitation.
As for that which is immortal, well, find even one boundary, if you can.
After all, the indivisible is indivisible, much farther,
Than any eye will ever see.
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There is No Other
What is so arduous about realizing the truth,
That the awareness within all, that the witness within all,
Is completely detached, objectively indifferent, benignly disengaged,
To the countless dreamtimes of consciousness, in all its pursuits, in all its passions.
It is the ether, the mysterious spirit of totality; name it if you must.
Duality is but the splintering of imaginary perception.
You are it, it is You, there is no other.
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The Nectar of Awareness
What else do you possibly need,
Once simple awareness,
Is nectar enough?
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The Odyssey Within
As doubt seeps through the many cracks of the dike You have in mind erected,
You can run, but You cannot hide; like it or no, You are embarked upon an odyssey within.
You have the potential to be a Buddha, a Christ, a whatever-You-want-to-call-it,
If You can just get past the countless limitations of idolatry and dogma.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 177
No Greater Truth
What words can more than vaguely describe,
That which is prior to consciousness,
That which is prior to perception,
That which is prior to sound,
That which is prior,
To all illusions,
Inspired by the senses.
Be still, be absolute, be totality.
What greater truth can You possibly be?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 177
All Equal Players
In the grand scheme of consciousness.
It is really not your awareness,
Nor mine, nor his, nor hers, nor its.
All living forms exhibit this sentience,
In whatever way nature and nurture allow.
None are truly greater, nor lesser, to any other.
All are equal players in totality’s quantum play within.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 177
The Indelible Awareness
Any given seed, any given kernel, any given spore, any given stone, is merely a temporal blueprint,
Through which the omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent, indelible awareness,
Witnesses all creation, all things from small to great,
Playing out their patterning,
As the matrix of manifest time dictates.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 181
Over and Done
Still looking for some shiny new knick-knack, some exciting new distraction, are we?
More than a little chall enging to be unknown inwardly for very long.
Must indeed be very over and done with the world,
To give yourself over to your Self.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 186
An Agnostic Stance
Regarding the question of so many unconfirmed, unsubstantiated mysteries,
Mysteries that may even be asserted by prominent groups or individuals,
(e.g., God, ghosts, unidentified flying objects, abominable snowmen,
Vast conspiracies by unseen organizations, et cetera ad infinitum);
Any assertion that is, as yet, unproven in your own experience,
That you have yet to discern as being in any way authentic;
An agnostic stance is the only aboveboard state of mind.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 186
What Next?
You have climbed the mountain,
You have flown to the sun and fallen to the earth,
You have wandered the cosmos, you have witnessed all creation,
And you have discerned clearly the eternal absolute within each and every particle.
So, Pilgrim, what next?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 187
A Fleeting Piece of Jewelry
Mother Nature only allows each of us,
To play out this little reverie for the briefest of whiles,
And then one-by-one melts all down for another generation’s ascension.
To think of oneself as more than a fleeting piece of jewelry,
Is to miss discerning the essence you really are,
In this indivisible matrix of a theater.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 187
The One and Only
Just say no to scriptures, dogmas, idolatry, crystal basilicas, dress codes,
All the absurd belief systems born of the conditioned mind.
You are it, it is You, plain and simple, absolute.
The one and only house of mystery,
Is the awareness within,
Sovereign, indivisible, complete.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 188
What Will Be Left?
In ten years, one hundred years,
One thousand years, ten thousand years,
One hundred thousand years, one million years,
What etchings will be left of this dream of consciousness?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 188
Describe Your Face
Without a mirror, a photograph, a drawing, or any other reflection or memory,
Describe your face as the awareness sees it from within, right now.
Eyes, nose, ears, mouth, chin, hair, teeth, skin, eyebrows,
And what of your neck, shoulders and back?
Cannot do it? Well, why is that?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 188
Just Another Shuffle
How does it feel to fathom,
That you are just another shuffle,
In the random genetic lottery of eternity?
Do you choose your dance, or merely succumb,
To whatever paradigm the given nature has thrown you?
A speculative venture from the get-go.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 189
The Time Machine Imagination Built
If this thing we call time really existed, would not you be able to halt it?
Or at least wander to and fro, in the manifest here and there?
As it is, imagination is the only time machine,
And all it has going, is the ethereal filament of perception,
Only as good as the wiring, and only for long as the gray matter holds fast.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 189
Beyond Belief
Unassailably amazing what the mind-body,
Has been programmed through evolution’s long meander,
To see, to hear, to taste, to smell, to touch, and perchance to contemplate.
And every other life form from small to great across the theater,
Perceiving its sensory dream in its own unique way.
The vast singularity of it all is immutable,
And ineffable, beyond belief.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 189
The Same Indelibly Ineffable Intelligence
Despite the miasma of consciousness, and its ceaseless portfolio of divisiveness,
You are ultimately neither superior nor inferior, to anyone or anything.
All creation is as indivisibly equal, as equal can indivisibly be.
The same indelibly ineffable intelligence, resides in all.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 191
Follow Your Nature
Fight fire with fire, meet peace with peace.
Turn the other cheek if you can,
But it is not required,
That you submit to tyranny,
To know That which you truly are.
Follow your nature, wherever it may lead.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 191
Awareness, the Timeless Now
Being mindful of the source of consciousness, That which You truly are,
Is not a belief system, nor anything about which to be unbending.
It is simply an experiential awareness of the timeless now,
The observer inherent in all things small to great.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 191
Dare to Be Free
Go back, back, back,
To the beginning of existence,
To the awareness prior to the universe,
To the newborn’s eternal filled-with-wonder mind,
Before the patterning began sculpting itself,
Into the consciousness, You call you.
Dare again, to be completely,
And unutterably free.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 192
Everything and Nothing
Everything is real, nothing is real.
Everything is good, nothing is good.
Everything is special, nothing is special.
Everything is mystery, nothing is mystery.
Everything is sacred, nothing is sacred.
Everything is god, nothing is god.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 192
Everything the Same
The same magic,
The same mystery,
The same miracle,
The same wonder,
The same source,
Is in everything.
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The Maze of Delusion
To be concerned what posterity thinks of you is meaningless.
It is absurd enough spending this temporal existence,
Endlessly mired in the muddle of the other,
Without projecting your narcissism,
Into the maze of delusion,
Long after your exit.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 197
What is There to Fear?
Once you are no longer attached to pleasure or pain,
Once you are detached even from death,
What is there to fear?
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Nothing to Salvage
Regarding some messiah,
Coming back to save anyone,
What, pray tell, is there to salvage,
But a mortal vat full of narcissistic notion,
And a world well afoot into its dystopian calamity.
Far too ludicrous, too insane, too late, to even bother about.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 197
Physics 101
No superstitious notion has ever, or can ever, even for one moment,
Change, alter, or modify the fundamental laws of physics,
That have been established since time began.
Anyone who pretends otherwise,
Needs to wake up,
And pay closer attention,
To what is going on around them.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 198
An Infinite Field
Awareness is an infinite field.
It cannot be contained by any dogma,
Any creed, any belief, any faith, any philosophy,
Any ideology, any principle, any law,
Any thought, whatsoever.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 198
One Thing or Another
If it is not one thing, it will surely be another.
So, you may as well face whatever is coming, the best you can,
With whatever resources and gumption, you are in the moment able to command.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 198
False Gold and Delusion
Unless you put aside everything you have been told,
And examine the mystery for your Self,
You will likely just become,
Another meme,
Smugly complacent,
With false gold and delusion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 199
Neither Mine nor Yours
It is not your awareness, my awareness,
Nor any other’s awareness.
It is simply awareness,
And all are equally sentient.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 199
The Molding of Mind
The seers, the mystics, the prophets, the philosophers,
Have always dealt out their many thoughts,
Strategically, tactically,
Shifting, shaping consciousness,
Attempting to mold it more manageable,
Within the milieu of the given time, the given space,
The given collective, the given mythology, the given potential.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 199
Rises and Falls
It is the nature of all civilizations to rise and fall.
To transform from lean, agile, fruitful, to obese, inept, barren.
From a foundation of gumption to one of absurdity,
From one motivated, to one entitled.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 200
The Boundless Immeasurable
Dimensions are merely different arrangements;
Gradations in the mystery’s dream.
Ho-hum, yawn, stretch.
How many layers before You discern,
That totality which is immeasurable, utterly boundless?
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An Indescribable Immensity
There is an indescribable, eternal immensity,
In the innermost sanctum, to which you alone have access,
To which words cannot help but be caught, by the limitations of translation,
By the capacity for discernment, of any given listener’s ear.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 200
The Challenge
The challenge is to discern the passing dream of consciousness,
The here and now, as it is, fresh, without preconception.
To detach the filter of the mind caught in time,
To see reality, not how you think it is,
But clearly, from the stillness of attentiveness,
Without concept, feeling, motive, stereotype, prejudice.
To fathom the mystery of Youness from oblivion’s point of view.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 201
Will Ever Be
Where were You before sperm and egg
Randomly merged within your mother’s womb?
Who is your mother, who is your father,
Who were all your ancestors
Since life’s beginning,
But the same You that truly is,
That has always been, and will ever be.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 202
The Facades of Dust
The oceans, sometimes deeper than mountains are high,
Are merely a thin ever-moving facade upon a spinning orb of dust,
Which is but a teeny particle in the vast infinity of a universe,
Which is truly nothing more than a speck in your eye.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 202
Same Old Story
Only faces, names, places and details change.
All the stories conceived throughout the human epoch
Are essentially the same narratives, repeated over and over,
In every culture across the world, across all time.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 202
The Monkey-Mind Spectrum
No one can aid anyone else, being truly happy or content.
Each is entirely on their own in discerning that which is eternal,
And it is more than a little unlikely, that anyone can ever truly manage,
The given monkey-mind, unperturbed, every single moment.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 202
A Blink of Eternity
In a mere blink of eternity, a life,
A figment of imagination, of vain notion,
A flurry of smoke in a gusty wind,
All the pleasure, all the pain,
All the understanding,
All the experience,
Perhaps even wisdom,
So quickly come and gone.
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Ungraspable, Undefinable, Unsolvable, Unknown
There is an awareness, but it cannot be grasped.
There is an absolute, but it cannot be defined.
There is a mystery, but it cannot be solved.
There is a truth, but it cannot be known.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 204
The Eternal Mirage
A conceited little theater,
On a tiny spinning sphere,
In a mere speck of a universe,
Floating in the bottommost corner,
Of an eternal eye, that is but a mirage.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 205
Only Imagination
The quantum essence has no divisions,
No partitions, no boundaries, no borders, no restrictions, no limits.
It is indivisible, inseparable, undividable, blended, united, conjoined, indissoluble, inextricable.
There is no time, there is no space, there is only imagination feigning itself real.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 206
From Dust to Dust
… dust … creation, preservation, destruction … dust …
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Learning for Learning’s Sake
What good fortune it is to enjoy learning for learning’s sake,
Without having to endure the bother of regurgitation or testing.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 206
Where You Are
And if there were no other to engage You, no other to distract You, confound You,
Where would You, could You be, but where You are, have always been, will ever be.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 206
No Matter the Eye or Ear
Mystic, seer, hierophant, minister, priest, sanyasi, sage, prophet, priest, vicar,
Spiritualist, wizard, monk, soothsayer, clairvoyant, prescient, fortuneteller, forecaster, oracle,
Sorcerer, diviner, sibyl, augur, prognosticator, crystal-gazer, medium, herald, psychic,
Telepathist, mind reader, cleric, preacher, rector, parson, reverend, holy man.
All descriptions of those inquiring into that which is genuine and true;
That mystery which is the ever same, no matter the eye or ear.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 206
The Same Ineffable Origin
Human beings are in reality, very much the same as every other life form on this planet.
We may be able to create and preserve and destroy in every imaginable way,
But all sentience is of the same mysterious, ineffable origin.
Absolutely, indivisibly, immeasurably equal,
Despite countless pride-filled,
Self-absorbed claims to the contrary.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 207
No Saving Anyone
One might aid in easing another’s existence,
But in this mortal theater of toil and woe and agony,
Laced with ceaseless narcissism and never-ending absurdity,
No one has ever, or will ever, save anyone else, much less themselves.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 207
No Escape
In the times that are quickly advancing from the horizon toward us all,
Things across the globe will deteriorate and renew in every imaginable way,
From chaos to cooperation, from absurdity to sensibility, from agony to ecstasy,
As this world, fragmented by human pride, downshifts into a paradigm of a lesser way.
No one born into it can evade it, no one born into it, can do anything but abide it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 207
Some Call It Evolution
Being around religious true believers of any rhyme or reason,
Is like listening to children go on and on and on about Santa Claus,
And all the presents and treats they will be getting on Christmas morning.
What an absurd species we have managed to become.
And some call it, evolution.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 208
Figurative vs. Literal
In the regards to the spiritual quest,
All words, all narratives, are merely analogies,
Metaphors, concepts, symbols, ciphers, allegories, parables.
They are meant to be taken figuratively, not literally.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 208
You Can Run, But You Cannot Hide
You can attempt to run in any and every direction imaginable,
But no matter the way, the shape, the form, in which you are cloaked,
You can never ever, even for one single moment, hide from the witness within.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 209
Sometimes
Sometimes you live and let live.
Sometimes you live and let die.
Sometimes you die and let live.
Sometimes you die and let die.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 209
Self-Love
True Self-love is not narcissistic in the mortal sense.
It is the immersion into the incorruptible within,
And that is the ultimate goal of existence,
For those for whom consciousness,
And dreams of time and space,
No longer entice or delude.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 210
Your Inherent Nature
Perfection is your inherent nature.
Duality, the original flaw.
Your perfection was misplaced,
When the time born of consciousness,
Took root in the tabula rasa of your innocence.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 210
Ever a Challenge
It is much easier to leave behind a long string of bodies,
Than it is to forgive those who take advantage, or seek to hurt us.
To forgive and forget, to do no harm, to be and allow, is ever a challenge.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 210
The Truth, the Life, the Way
There is the imaginary existence of consciousness: worldly, temporal, secular, profane, mundane.
Naught but a brief illusion, a brief collusion, a brief delusion of time and space.
But the real and only You, the real existence, the real eternal life,
Is the indelibly, indivisibly, absolute awareness.
You are the truth, the life, the way.
There is no other.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 231
Same Gold
There is only one source, one creation,
And you are but one of its countless manifestations,
Absolutely the same essence, the same gold,
But entirely matchless all the while.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 231
Pawns of the Quantum Twinkle
We are all but pawns of the genetic lottery,
And the winds of consciousness into which we are cast.
Call it what you will: fate, destiny, kismet, fortune, providence, karma:
In the grand matrix of it all, you are but a quantum twinkle.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 231
Malthus: Not Wrong, Just Delayed
“The power of population is indefinitely greater,
Than the power in the earth to produce subsistence for man.”
Robert Thomas Malthus was only off by a few centuries.
Technology cannot forever save us from our inanity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 232
Adapting to Change
A re-alignment of the human paradigm is unavoidable.
The only important questions are where you, your progeny,
Your friends, and your community, will be,
When the inevitable comes about.
As Charles Darwin wrote:
It is not the strongest
of the species that survives,
nor the most intelligent that survives.
It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 232
All in a Dream
Who, what, where, when, why, how, am I?
Who, what, where, when, why, how, are you?
Who, what, where, when, why, how, is anyone?
Same source, same awareness, all dreams.
All dreaming themselves autonomous.
All dreaming themselves distinct.
All dreaming themselves real.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 237
The Void Is the Void Is the Void
The void is the void is the void, and, try as hard as you might,
The grand emptiness can never even for a moment be filled.
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So Amazingly Simple
You are that which is god, I am that which is god.
Just playing out different perspectives.
It is that amazingly simple.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 239
A Day in the Life
The embodiment of nonchalance
Is standing in a crowded line of urinals,
A dose of magic and a few shots of gin and tonic,
Morphing happily through your veins,
An iPod with Chopin playing,
The tile wall in your eyes dancing,
All as if it was just another day in the life.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 239
Dark Age Coming
A dark age is on the horizon.
As dark as anything humankind has ever seen.
And, despite the good intentions of many, there is, alas, no stopping it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 239
Statistical Certitude
Humankind cannot grow, grow, grow,
Without there some harsh day being a huge collapse,
Of our own making, of our own synergistic dearth of accountability.
Follow any given Pied Piper, to whatever cliff you will;
There will at some point in time come a fall.
Whatever goes up will come down.
It is a statistical certitude,
Of the highest order.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 240
The Indivisible Way
Every context is unique.
Every situation constantly changes.
No one’s rendering of the universe is ever the same,
Yet prior to the myriad imaginary concoctions,
Every version is very much the same,
In the most indivisible Way.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 240
The Ninth Day
And the eighth day passed.
The garden had been thoroughly trashed.
Humankind – lost, dazed, confused – blind to its fate,
Wandered about the dystopian wasteland of its bittersweet handiwork.
Into the dawn of the ninth day, the day of the inevitable reckoning, what would transpire?
Complete and utter chaos and destruction? Oblivion of consciousness?
Or the reformation of the monkey-mind paradigm?
Would that there were a time machine,
To witness the play’s inevitable conclusion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 240
So Many Ways
Every sage across the world, across time,
Integrates the language, the geographic assumptions,
The frame of reference, from which s/he hails.
So many ways to say the same thing.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 246
The Sands of Imagination
Every destiny happens of its own mysterious accord.
All are written in the sands of imagination.
Some stay a while, maybe longer.
Some slip into oblivion,
Never to be seen,
Or heard from again.
C’est la vie and so it goes.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 247
A Book Without Conclusion
You cannot stop fate; it is already written.
You just need to reach the last page,
In a book without conclusion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 249
And So Are You
If the Jesus so many idolize did not say,
“I am the truth, the life, and the way … and so are you,”
Then he was just another self-absorbed fraud,
Another charismatic cult leader,
Whom true believers,
Always place on pedestals,
And without question, blindly follow.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 250
Go Tell It to the Ocean
Go lecture, harangue, curse, or worship the ocean,
And see if it cares about anything you think or do.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 250
Piles and Piles
Well, at least we will leave piles and piles,
Of photographs and videos of the blue marble,
And all our fellow earthlings small to great,
For the progeny to see what they missed.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 251
Ever Inexplicable
No matter how deeply you delve,
It ever remains an inexplicable mystery.
All conclusions are no more than idle speculation.
It is meaningless to do more than give the passing moment,
Your complete, unvarnished, constant attention.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 251
Forget Everything
Forget the world, forget the universe,
Forget everything you imagine you really are,
Everything you are not, have never been, will never be.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 252
Where Art Thou?
Pray tell, where is this supreme being outside the Self?
This great creator, this absentee landlord,
This driver asleep at the wheel,
That so many are so convinced exists.
Where art thou, oh noble lord of heaven and earth?
Do you exist anywhere, but in so many vain plays of imagination?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 252
Study for Your Self
Study for your Self the original writings, the genuine insights,
Not the religions (a.k.a., cults), and all the dogmas they have inspired.
Within them will perhaps be discerned the clarity, you at the core within seek.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 253
Curious
Curious that anyone could ever even for the briefest of moments,
Believe they were somehow distinct from that which created them.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 253
Only One Truth
There is really only one truth,
And it is the core of all that is, and all that is not.
No one possesses any greater truth, and it is for each to alone discover.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 254
Ignorance is the Cancer
Whatever is left of this passion play,
Is really just the scratchy record of history,
Repeating the same predictable song over and over.
Many would happily re-shape the garden into a kinder place,
But, alas, the biological imperative will out.
Ignorance is the cancer.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 255
The Speculations of Vanity
Call it religion, call it spirituality, call it mysticism, call it philosophy,
Or call it whatever else the incessantly restless mind concocts,
All conclusions are ever but the speculations of vanity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 255
Gauging the Intent
Into every account, every chronicle, every memoir, every history,
The motive, the agenda, the intention, of the writer,
Should be very carefully gauged.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 256
The Groundlessness of Dogma
All dogma is artificial and arbitrary.
Attempts to mold into reality,
That which is prior,
To all manifest dreams,
Is a sojourn filled with every variety,
Of groundless, pride-filled absurdity and delusion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 256
Something More Attuned
Is it not all more than a little passé at this point?
Do we have to continue regurgitating the same absurdity?
Are we not ready to evolve into something more attuned to reality?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 256
Doubt v. Belief
Endlessly fascinating how some cannot help but doubt,
While others are, even to the point of savagery, entirely incapable of it:
“What!? Make me think!? Make me question!? How dare you!! Infidel!! I will kill you!!”
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 256
Beyond-All-Pales Amazing
Every part and particle throughout the entire cosmos, ineffably synchronized,
Spontaneous, impromptu, unplanned, unarranged, unpremeditated, unprepared, unrehearsed,
Extemporaneous, improvised, makeshift, spur-of-the-moment, off-the-cuff,
Ad-libbed, ad hocked, played by ear, on the fly, on cue.
What an amazing beyond-all-pales thing,
This quantum singularity.
And You are it, and it is You, there is no other.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 257
The Sovereignty of All
We are all sovereign players in each other’s dreams.
Whether key roles, or merely shadows in a crowd,
It is the same for all, whatever the stage or play.
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The Dread of Anticipation
Dread is the worry of time,
Of what may yet come,
Of what may yet be endured,
All born of the ramblings of imagination.
Anticipation only creates unnecessary pain in advance,
Over things that may never even happen.
Best just to jump in a cold stream,
Without thinking about it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 257
An Unknowable Abyss
The sciences can only peer into the hypothetical-theoretical for so long,
Before it all becomes, for-all-practical-purposes, an unknowable abyss,
Which is the word-filled domain of philosophers and mystics and fools.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 257
The Transience of Knowledge
The nature of knowledge is that it must ever be re-kindled anew,
Or be quickly lost in the ephemerality of Eden’s inexplicable enterprise.
Minds fade, clay tablets break, books dissolve, and the digital world,
Is but a flick of a switch away from the black hole of oblivion.
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The Courage to Wander Alone
So many ways this vain dream can be played out.
No need to follow, no need to imitate, no need to duplicate,
For those who have the courage to wander alone.
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Even Shit is Sacred
We are all kin of the same quantum creation.
We are all born of the same oblivion.
We are all pure awareness.
Even shit is sacred.
Without its golden reality,
Neither flowers nor you would be.
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Synergy
The behavior of any individual,
The synergy of any group,
Can cultivate both boon and bane,
Advantage and detriment, fortune and blight,
Benefit and bother, blessing and horror.
For every action, consequence,
For every cause, effect.
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The Differences Between Star Dust
What are any of us but a few handfuls of star dust,
Temporarily organized to partake a relatively few breaths,
Until the quantum abyss of oblivion resumes its formless nature.
The only difference between existence and non-existence,
Is in the whimsical narration of the sensory mind.
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Players All
The same awareness, the same consciousness, permeates every imaginable difference:
Different bodies, different languages, different times, different spaces,
In order to play out a very-much-the-same mystery.
All the universe is a stage,
And all life forms, merely players.
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Right Now, Wherever
Eternal life is right now, wherever You are.
The only real question is, do You exist as a mere mortal,
Or as an eye of eternity, a timeless witness,
To the unfolding mystery.
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The Point of Philosophy
Why would anyone ever participate in any religion,
That advocates disharmony and conflict?
What sort of philosophy is it,
That does not bring deep, lasting peace,
Contentment, serenity, grace, perchance even joy?
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The Right to Departure
Since that which You truly are, was never born and never dies,
Technically, no one can really kill themselves.
So, suicide is really just about,
Being done with all the pain and suffering,
With all the pretense, with all the games, with all the bothers.
Not everyone wants to be here anymore, and why should that bother anyone else?
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Returning to the Natural State
The infant begins with no knowledge,
Of what it is seeing, hearing, touching. tasting, or smelling.
Over time, the collusion into which it has been cast, will sculpt it to its own ends.
Few will likely ever doubt with enough abide-alone courage,
To decline and return to the natural state.
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Only as Real as Imagination Pretends
How can you expect another to see the real you,
When you, your Self, have never, can never see it, either?
It is naught but reflections, smoke and mirrors,
Only as real as imagination pretends.
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The Sea of Grace
You are immersed within the sea of grace,
But are too blind to quench your thirst.
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You are That I Am
None of this is really happening.
You are not a body,
Nor a world,
Nor a universe.
You are That I Am,
Prior to all boundaries,
Concocted by consciousness.
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Ever the Same Nothingness
It is ever the same nothingness,
The same mystery, the same unknown,
The same quantum-hologram-matrix-ether,
Into which the given sensors extend their probes,
And generate universes of every variety and dimension.
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The Witness of All
You can see, hear, taste, smell, and touch,
Everything having to do with the play of consciousness,
But it is awareness – unknowable, indiscernible, indivisible, enigmatic,
Mysterious, impenetrable, inexplicable, inscrutable, incomprehensible, indecipherable –
That is the source, the fountain, the ground, the essence, the witness, of all.
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An Idol Ponder
Let us idly speculate for a few moments, that God really is a he,
And that he looks something like the Michelangelo Sistine Chapel rendition.
And that Jesus really is the fundamentalist, M-16 toting, bad hair, very vengeful Son of God.
And like Santa Claus, God is keeping a naughty list, and you are near the top of it,
No more than two or three demerits away from eternal damnation.
Who really cares? No, seriously, who cares, really?
Why would anyone even for a moment,
Think of worshipping such a preposterous creator,
Or of idolizing a son, whose testament to the world was so absurd.
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Normal
Who decides what is normal, anyway?
And is what is normal here, normal over there?
And is what is normal now, what was normal back then,
Or what will be normal in some future when?
More than a little arbitrary, indeed.
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From Their Graves
It is a regrettably curious thing, the destructive grip that ignorance has upon the world.
Modern sciences obviously tender more accurate, verifiable observations and measurements,
Than the ancients across the planet ever could, in their geocentric, ethnocentric domains.
And yet they, from their graves, rule current times as absurdly as they did their own.
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On Debating True Believers
Ignorance, being its own distorted, corrupt end;
There is really very little point in debating with any true believer.
If someone is seething dogma about anything fashioned of this manifest dreamtime,
Then it is no doubt much less bothersome to put them behind you,
And just walkabout some other direction.
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How Could It Be Anything Less?
It is all just theater.
The actor within each of us,
The same witness, playing every form,
In a boundless matrix, beyond all comprehension.
How could it be anything less?
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Smart Phones v. Belly Buttons
Probably almost everyone has many, many other,
Much, much more, important things to do,
Than mull over their inner mystery.
Who can disagree, that it is much more intriguing,
To stare deeply into the screen of a state-of-the-art smart phone,
Than it is the infinite void of an exceedingly lackluster, lint-infested belly button?
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Blue Marble Voyeurs
Others make it possible to explore, to sightsee mindsets,
Outside your limitations, beyond your boundaries.
From the security of your couch, so to speak.
We are all really just voyeurs, onlookers,
Rubber-necking every which way.
Some consciously, some not.
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The Limitations of Imagination
A question for the sciences: How small is small? How big is big?
What exactly is ever being measured but the limitations of imagination?
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The Way is Simple
The way is simple.
No priesthood, no followers, no doctrine,
No edifices, no dress codes, no symbols, no tithing, no groupthink,
No oppression, no burden, no bondage, no encumbrance, no annoyance, no yoke whatsoever.
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Hotel California
Everyone is a fabrication here.
Hotel California of the quantum blend:
“We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.
‘Relax,’ said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave.’”
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A Dream With No History
No bird has ever written down even one chirp.
Nor a dog a bark, nor a cat a meow, nor a badger a growl.
This dreamtime would be without even one history,
Had humankind not imagined otherwise.
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The Goldilocks Syndrome
Too hot, too cold, too this, too that,
So many minds wallowing in discontent.
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Gumption
Gumption: shrewd or spirited initiative and resourcefulness.
Initiative, resourcefulness, enterprise, ingenuity, imagination, astuteness,
Shrewdness, acumen, sense, common sense, wit, mother wit, practicality, spirit, pluck,
Backbone, mettle, nerve, courage, wherewithal, get-up-and-go, spunk,
Oomph, moxie, savvy, horse sense, street smarts.
Concepts to bear in mind and heart in the coming storm.
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More Discipline, Not Less
As far as maintaining health of mind and body go,
It is wiser to get more disciplined as you get older, not less.
Ultimately, you cannot hold onto anything in this manifest playhouse,
But it will not hurt to take care of what you have been given,
During the relatively brief interval you have it.
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Impetuous Fire
What impetuous fire there is in youth.
The exuberance, the innocence, the arrogance, the folly.
Curious how life’s passing gradually tempers, even dampens, the many passions,
As the uncarved block, the a priori, is gradually whittled into destiny.
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Stay Free
Just more inane dogma in a world,
Already seething with endless monkey-mind blather.
So many telling others what they should believe, how they should exist.
Just walk away from it; put behind you all those who would limit,
Your every thought, your every step, your every breath.
Live bold; be the freedom you were born to be.
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Don’t Know, Don’t Care
What happens after death? … Don’t know … Don’t care.
Didn’t ask to be here, ain’t prayin’ to be stayin’.
Seen and done enough to be ready,
For some eternal rest in the land of oblivion.
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Stand Aloof
Political correctness has always been played out,
By those many who fear standing alone.
Many sheep have only two legs.
Muster the courage;
Stand aloof from the herd.
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The Benevolent God
If there was anything benevolent about God,
Why would it have ever created the human species,
To trample, manipulate, torment, and destroy this garden,
And all its myriad creatures, from small to great?
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True Believers
If someone over age five declared that they believed in Santa Claus,
The Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Harvey the Pooka, vampires, or any other imaginary friends,
The true believers of any given creed would laugh, and think him but an idiot and fool.
Well, mirror that vain notion for a moment, and know what a fair number,
Think of any and all dogmatic, holier-than-thou assertions.
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No Going Back
The world will be scarred,
With the ruins born of mind,
For a long, long time to come.
There is no going back.
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Keeping the Flame
The doubt of your doubt by others,
Can be an undermining, infecting snare.
The quest for certainty is a solitary pursuit.
You may spark others, but must ever be vigilant,
Lest the flame be inadvertently damped by ignorance.
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Carrying On
If the strategies and tactics,
You have established to survive, are failing,
Do you have the intelligence, the gumption, the grit in the belly,
To adapt to new ones, to shape new ones, in order to carry on, in order to survive the day?
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What difference could it possibly make,
What others might think of You, or anything else,
When it is really all You anyway, utterly, indivisibly alone.
When it is all nothing more than imaginary notion stirred by the senses.
Pure, unadulterated, insatiable fabrication from the get-go.
* * * *
To be imbued with certainty, to be without even a smidgeon of doubt,
How is that even vaguely, remotely, figuratively, tenuously possible?
* * * *
Gaia, such a wondrous, magical gift, a garden extraordinaire.
Yet, given everything, the monkey-minds still wanted more.
* * * *
To really not care about anything, even existence itself,
How far, how deep, how alone, will you dare journey?
* * * *
It is by the light of awareness within, that all is seen.
* * * *
What is the universe but the same quantum dust,
Spinning ceaseless patterns of every magnitude.
* * * *
Nothing is long once you have seen the short of it.
Nothing is short once you have seen the long of it.
* * * *
The road to contentment is an arduous, rocky journey,
Long and winding, full of every imaginable distraction.
* * * *
The ever-present, timeless nowness of this garden cosmos,
Is ever right here, right now, ready to take you back into its fold,
Back into the ceaseless kaleidoscoping of its ever-dreamy matrix reality.
* * * *
The mind is a forest of words, in which most wander bewildered.
To see the forest though the trees, the mountain upon which the forest stands,
The sky beneath which the forest rests, and the upwelling within all,
Is a daily challenge to which few rise, much less achieve.
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Adrift in formlessness, wandering a dream you mistakenly call your own.
* * * *
So many assert heart superior to mind, but how could heart be discerned without it?
* * * *
Ever-changing dream that it is, best never to take anything for granted.
* * * *
We are all the longing of quantum stardust feigning existence.
* * * *
Nobody is just a student; nobody is just a teacher.
* * * *
Any idea is only as strong as its intention.
* * * *
Freedom is yours for the beingness.
* * * *
A-dreamin' in the streamin'.
* * * *
Who can free you, but you?
* * * *
What flame can any moth resist?
* * * *
The monkey-mind; a never-ending jungle.
* * * *
All dogma is the spew of one middleman or another.
* * * *
What seam can there be in that which is indivisibly formless?
* * * *
From nothingness to nothingness, and the pretense of somethingness between.
* * * *
And how they do quibble over the seed of yet another dogma.
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Same Mystery
Different jewelry, same gold.
Different stars, same universe.
Different waves, same ocean.
Different eyes, same mystery.
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The Dualities Born of Light
You are the original source, the light that creates,
All form and shadow, all meaning and purpose,
All duality, in every imaginary way possible.
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Differences That Never Mattered
Existence is a mystery.
It is not a Christian mystery,
A Buddhist mystery, a Hindu mystery,
An Islamic mystery, or anyone else’s mystery.
It is equally the same mystery for all.
Any given belief system,
Is merely vanity,
Promoting differences,
That have never once mattered.
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The Time of Consequences
Yet another perceptive observation,
Another witty thought, another clever story,
And not much more to show for it but a fallen garden,
Covered with cement, asphalt, garbage, technology, and conflict.
It is far, far too obvious, there will be no halting our kind,
Until we slam into the mountain of consequence,
Towards which we every moment race.
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A One-Time Design
Nobody has ever seen what you have seen.
Ever thought what You have thought.
Ever done what You have done.
You are a one-time design.
The once-and-only You,
In the once-upon-a-time of it.
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The Existential Moment
Eternal life is merely playing out the existential moment.
The very same moment in which every other creature on the planet,
Is instinctually, seamlessly, effortlessly, simultaneously, selflessly functioning.
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The Ultimate Potential
The ultimate potential of any given mind,
Is not merely to wander and abide the manifest dream,
But to discover the portal, to that which is called god, by many names.
That which each must ultimately explore, completely alone.
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The Timeless Mystery
From the ether of nothing, burst quantum, which formed itself into many earth-wind-water-fire elements,
That created a vast universe, sprinkled with countless stars, around which many worlds twirled,
Upon which, on at least one whirling marble, volcanoes spewed and oceans roared,
And life upwelled into existence, and mutated into biological streams,
One of which gradually, irrevocably, evolved into you,
Mortal witness to the timeless mystery,
To which there are but questions without answer.
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You Are It, It Is You
You are yet another flowering of nature.
How can you even for a moment consider yourself separate,
Or in any way lesser or greater than anything else?
You are it, it is you, there is no other.
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Ignoring the Siren’s Song
Through the other, you gradually discern your Self,
Until you perhaps fully drink of the grand elixir of singularity.
Absolutely alone within the peace of the inner sanctum,
Irrespective of whatever songs the sirens sing,
To entice you to crash into the rocks,
Of the ever-tumultuous mind.
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All and None
Ascend the mountain, you are the mountain.
Wander in the valley, you are the valley.
Walk in the forest, you are the forest.
Swim in the sea, you are the sea.
Stroll upon the plain, you are the plain.
You are your world, you are your universe,
And yet through it all, you are none of it, as well.
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Snowflakes of Our Own Device
Why would you ever even contemplate,
Much less expect, any other to be like you?
To see or do anything, exactly the way you do?
We are all just snowflakes here, of our own device,
Forever alone in our individual shard of the singularity.
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Living, Breathing, Being
Why does there always need to be a point? A meaning? A purpose? A value?
What is so wrong with just living, just breathing, just being in the beingness?
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The Lack of Imagination
Some things you do for years; some things for months.
Some for days, some for hours, some for minutes, some for moments.
And some, you just scarcely even need to imagine,
And that is more than enough.
Illusion is for those who lack imagination.
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Where is the Line?
What is close? What is far? What is here? What is there?
Where is the dividing line between you and anything?
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A Solitary Dream
How can it be anything more than streaming sensation?
The eyes, the ears, the nose, the tongue, the skin,
Are nothing more than nerve endings, channeling into the brain,
Which every moment imagines a conditioned translation of what is called a universe.
A solitary dream of consciousness, awareness playing its Self real,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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Eternal Presence
The entire religious-spiritual game is just that, a game,
Artificial diversions fabricated by others,
For monkey-minded purpose.
There is only You,
And no other is necessary,
To fully apprehend, to fully appreciate,
The ineffable mystery of every moment’s eternal presence.
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Childhood’s End
When you are a child,
You speak and think and reason as a child.
But when you grow up, you put away all those childish notions.
What does that mean, really?
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The Great Disconnect
The great disconnect between humankind, and that called god by many names,
Is entirely fashioned of consciousness and the inherent limitations,
Of all concepts lodged in the dualistic temporal vision.
Only those who transcend the false belief,
That they are the mind and body,
Realize what they truly are,
Have ever been, and will ever be.
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You, The Source of All Creation
You are That I Am.
You have ever been That I Am.
You will ever be That I Am.
Utter it however you will,
You can never not be,
The source of all creation.
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Who Created Who?
Was it God that created man in his own image,
Or man that created god in his?
Seriously folks,
Is it not more than obvious?
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Teaching the Unknowable
You cannot teach what you do not know,
And you cannot teach something well, until you know it very, very well.
And you cannot teach that which can never be known,
Until you have very, very clearly discerned,
That you are the unknown.
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A Smidgeon of Crust
Probably 99.99 percent of all life on this garden world,
Exists between the heights of Mount Everest,
And the depths of the Mariana Trench.
That is only just a smidgen over twelve miles,
Which is where to where, in your dream of a world?
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The One Teacher
How can there be just one teacher,
When your universe has been laying the foundation,
With every sort of instruction, since long before you were conceived.
Awakening is a timeless process, not any particular mask, not any particular point in time.
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Center Stage
We must all play to the given audience on the given stage.
And no matter how many stages You may,
In any given life wander,
In your own dream,
You are ever lead character,
Immortal protagonist in the grand theater.
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Predator & Prey
Megalomaniacs, narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths and other predators,
Have always manipulated the course of the human drama,
Because in the natural order of things,
Prey rarely do well,
At more than hiding or dodging or running.
Evasion and subjugation are the hallmarks of so-called civilization.
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The Maze of Existence
You cannot open a door that will not open,
No matter your deepest yearning that it would be so.
Nor can You help but wander through one that seamlessly yawns.
Fate is as fate does; ever drawing You forward to its unknowable conclusion.
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Eternity’s Poker Game
You believe you have the power to make things happen.
Well, Pilgrim, only if it is in the cards You were shuffled,
Only if it is the part assigned long before You were born.
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Onc Voice
Some of your finest friends have been dust,
For hundreds, even thousands of years.
But they bequeathed many thoughts,
Which ever speak the same truth,
The same voice, in many guises.
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Serenity
From fear, fearlessness.
From desire, desirelessness.
From passion, passionlessness.
From conflict and struggle, serenity.
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Sodom and Gomorrah
Sodom and Gomorrah arise anew in every epoch, in every geography.
It is the outcome of the monkey-mind’s hedonistic nature.
Few move beyond the biological imperative,
And those who do not discern,
Succumb to one consequence or another.
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The Nature of Existence
What is existence but a relatively few breaths,
A relatively few pleasures, a relatively few pains,
A relatively few successes, a relatively few failures.
A relatively few comrades, a relatively few adversaries,
A relatively few anything of everything,
And everything of anything.
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The Idolatry of Middlemen
Idolatry, laced with dogma, has never,
Nor will ever, have anything to do with truth.
Put any middleman who claims otherwise behind you.
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From Knowledge, Eternal Life
What is the point of all this knowledge,
If it does not transmute from trivia into intelligence,
From intelligence into wisdom, and from wisdom into eternal life.
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Waiting for the Mother Ship
Still waiting for the Mother Ship,
To pick you up and return you home, are we?
Well, alas, bad news, amigo, it was long ago sucked into a black hole,
And you – tinker, tailor, soldier, spy – are marooned,
Amid this inexplicable alien species,
For the rest of time.
Best not to scream too loud.
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The Pool of Serenity
Suspend craving, disregard fear, ignore dread,
And what remains but the essential You?
Unwind your weary mind and body,
Dive into the pool of serenity,
That is the source of all.
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The Faceless Unknown
The unknown is faceless.
Put away all the photographs.
Forget the reflection in the mirror.
Shelve all the knowledge of this and that.
You are the immeasurable; You are the mystery.
As pure, as simple, as free, as you allow your Self to be.
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The Malthusian Reality
The first billion population mark was breached by humankind in 1804-ish.
The second in 1927-ish, the third in 1960-ish, the fourth in 1974-ish, the fifth in 1987-ish,
The sixth in 1999-ish, the seventh in 2011-ish, the eight projected in 2023-ish,
The ninth for 2040-ish, and the tenth and beyond whenever-ish.
Seven billion in a little over two hundred years.
To what beyond the pale will Gaia allow us to take it,
Before the Malthusian reality finally kicks us down the line?
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The Courage to Stand Free
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.
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As Sky Is to Clouds
You are not the body, nor the mind; You are not the left hand, nor the right.
You are not the eyes, the ears, the nose, the tongue, nor the layers of nerve-ridden flesh.
You are not the heart or any other organ, nor are You the tip of the biggest toe.
You are naught but awareness, as ethereal as the sky is to clouds.
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Who Are the Blasphemers?
What courage it takes to stand alone, and be that which You truly are.
Do not abide the many true believers who say it cannot be,
For who are the blasphemers, but those who deny,
The truth, that is within and without all.
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Absurdity is Absurdity
Neither supernatural storylines, nor daunting deities,
Nor ornate edifices, nor imposing statues, nor gold-trimmed regalia,
Nor grand paintings, nor elaborate décor, nor great multitudes, do for truth make.
Hokum is hokum, twaddle is twaddle, bunkum is bunkum, claptrap is claptrap, drivel is drivel,
Hooey is hooey, gibberish is gibberish, absurdity is absurdity, no matter the pretense.
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You, Quantum
You, Quantum.
Quantum field.
Quantum infinity.
Quantum freedom.
Quantum tranquility.
Quantum indelibility.
Quantum sovereignty.
Quantum absoluteness.
Quantum indivisibility.
Quantum timelessness.
Quantum singularity.
Quantum totality.
Quantum truth.
Quantum joy.
You, Quantum.
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The Artificiality of History
Why be bound by any historical notion?
Why be crimped by any mythology or tradition?
Why not be entirely free in the sovereignty of awareness?
It is only fear that ordains you acquiesce to any artificial limitation.
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Fathoming Awareness
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now …
Eternity is right here now, the mystery is right here now,
Prior to all attributes, prior to all assumptions, prior to all identification,
Prior to all movement of consciousness, of imagination.
You are it, and it is You; there is no other.
What is so difficult to fathom,
About the stillness of the ineffable awareness,
Which as simple as simple can be?
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Starting All Over Again
What would you do,
If you were able to begin again,
With a shiny new, completely healthy body,
And all you have gleaned from this brief life, entirely intact?
Would you wander down the same trail,
Or break new ground?
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The Innocence of Childhood
The labor of children is timeless play.
The labor of adults, all too often time-bound drudgery;
A state of mind to which none need succumb.
To retain the innocence of a child,
Is a wondrous talent.
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The Rarest of the Rare
A Self-reflective inclination,
Is obviously not calling,
To every one across the board.
The abyss within, is perhaps too large,
Perhaps too frightening, perhaps too unenticing,
For all but the rarest, to want to peer into at any given time.
The old ‘many are called, few are chosen’ theme,
Played out in any given solar flare.
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By Gosh and By Golly
You are only fooling yourself, if you think you will be back.
You are only fooling your Self, if you think You will not be back.
You can check out, Pilgrim, but, gosh and by golly, you can never leave.
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The Greatest Doubt
Few are inflicted with the great doubt,
That eventually conveys them all the way back,
To the ephemeral awareness prior to all consciousness.
So many temptations, so many distractions, so many delusions,
On the long and winding ever here now road home.
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All Done?
Are you prepared to leave everything behind?
To be totally, absolutely free, of all manifest claims?
Are you prepared to be, You, absolutely alone, dreamless?
Naught but pure awareness; formless, for all eternity?
Or will you do all this to your Self, yet again?
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A Vast Difference
What a vast difference between
Thinking you are infinity
And being infinity.
One the product of thought,
The other simply mystery its Self.
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Wallowing
And what point is there, really,
In wallowing in all this sentiment,
This passion, this imaginary pretense,
Of such an obviously impermanent nature?
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The Eternal Life of True Nature
Let go all the struggle.
Be completely, unequivocally effortless.
Give yourself over to the beingness, the nowness, the stillness,
Of the absolute awareness prior to consciousness.
It is your true nature; it is the eternal life.
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Absolute Aloneness
No matter how many ways you may find to distract yourself,
No matter how large a family you might propagate,
No matter how many people you may know,
Or the size of crowds you may daily stride through,
You are ever, have ever been, will ever be, absolutely alone.
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Your dream of existence is a mystery,
That time will never long attest really happened.
Truly not at all different than any tree falling alone in a forest.
* * * *
Creation is an ever-unfolding, ever-evolving transmutation of energy.
Of the stardust, the elements, the quantum, the singularity,
Playing at existence in every way imaginable.
* * * *
When did you begin to imagine you were this mind-body?
That it belonged to you like all the other possessions,
With which emptiness continually shrouds itself.
What point is there, really, in being attached,
To its ever-changing corporeal nature,
For even one iota of a singular moment?
* * * *
There is no formula in rearing children.
Everyone has their own approach to parenting,
Some for good, some for ill.
And from it all,
Human history unfolds.
* * * *
Group dynamics include in their synergy,
The individual attributes of isolation and fear,
And thus, are often shrouded with irrational notions,
Of self-serving, self-righteous, self-promoting, persecution.
* * * *
When you are merely awareness, you are free.
When you are a mind attached to a body, you are bound.
So guileless, as to be yet another, of the greatest stories never told.
* * * *
Arrogance accumulates many an opportunity for one just reward or another.
Pity they are not always bestowed at all, or as quickly, as might be deserved.
* * * *
What ego could exist without attachment to the body-mind,
And all the perceptions that have been but imagined,
In the streaming dream of absolute awareness.
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Muddied Thinking
You may be the indelible, indivisible, unborn-undying mystery,
But you are still cousin to a hodgepodge of monkeys,
Chimpanzees, gorillas, and sundry primates.
In other words, you are but a beast,
An evolutionary invention,
Of puddle magic,
And muddied thinking.
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Politically Incorrect
It is likely not politically correct to say it,
But is it not obvious there is an array of differences,
Within the human species, the same as every other life form.
Whether insects, plants, fish, birds, reptiles, amphibians or mammals,
There are countless variations across the board, within each and every grouping.
Rottweilers and Toy Poodles are dogs, Persians and Siamese are cats.
And every human being across the world, may walk on two legs,
But in the evolutionary choices made in every geography,
Distinctions in capacity and limitation, are clear as day.
It is not a right or wrong thing, nor a good or bad thing,
Nor any other variety of things, about which to self-absorb.
It is just the way it is; the way it has always been, will ever be.
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Eternal Salvation
Eternal salvation is not about the body or mind or soul being saved.
It is the purging of the fabricated identity, of the ceaseless inventions of the mind,
And timelessly being what You truly are; that which is mystery.
You are the Truth, the Life and the Way.
Be That I Am,
The Self of all selves.
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Every Mind-Body a Destiny
Though there is absolutely no requisite,
For any moment to be played out in any particular way,
Everyone performs their destiny according to the given nature-nurture.
Though someone could perhaps do anything conceivable in the quantum-matrix sense,
Free will is an illusion, and all will journey through whatever destiny their form,
Their capacity and limitation, their amalgamation of desire and fear allows.
For anyone to do something entirely out of mind-body character,
Really just means it was in their character from the get-go.
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Pain Is the Teacher
Pain, whether physical or psychological, is a cruel, unkind, foul,
Nasty, brutal, pitiless, malicious, spiteful, vindictive,
Merciless, vicious, heartless, ruthless,
Harsh and callous meanie.
And … more than a little likely,
The only way more than a handful of us,
Would probably ever actually learn some things.
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The Awareness Within All
Think you cannot at all get along without someone or something?
Oh, you will, my fine friend, rest assured, you will, indeed.
Whether voluntarily, or from your cold, lifeless hands,
Absolutely everyone and everything will cease to exist when you do.
When this magical mystery tour of a dream reaches its most certain conclusion.
Consciousness is but a temporal state, requiring a vessel of some sort, in which to play out.
The promises of everlasting life, of access to one deity or another, will always prove but empty and vain.
And of what is called rebirth; it is not some individual persona, but the mystery that all things are.
And that quantum “You-ness” born anew, will blow in the nature-nurture winds of its time.
Experiencing many things; always with very much the same awareness within all.
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Cosmic Child
Seriously, who really cares about this mundane universe, or any other?
Set them all down, wander the infinity, blissfully carefree.
Be the cosmic child, You have always been.
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One Seed for All
This pale blue dot is but an infinitesimal iota of dust,
In an immense ocean of ineffable mystery.
Who truthfully knows if or when,
You will ever exist again?
But, tell me, Pilgrim, have you ever seen,
Any seed being given a second chance, much less a third?
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Extinction is Nothing New
It is likely inevitable in this vast mystery of a cosmos,
That any given garden world will allow life forms to evolve,
Which will sooner or later potentially threaten their very existence,
Creation is destruction, destruction is creation, extinction is nothing new.
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A Slice of Imagination
Everything simultaneously streaming, unfolding one moment to the next,
In this immeasurable quantum matrix of a holograph universe.
Only your little slice of imagination is about you.
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How marvelous, for those who were born in the magical land, of the one true religion.
* * * *
There is no such thing as theology, just mythology starting with the twentieth of twenty-six letters.
* * * *
Seriously, what is so great about you, that any supreme being would want to save?
* * * *
How can there be character flaws, when the character is the original flaw?
* * * *
The challenge, is not confusing idolatry and dogma, with truth.
* * * *
Identity is merely awareness, temporarily usurped.
* * * *
The seed you plant is the harvest you get.
* * * *
Every moment erased by the next.
* * * *
In solitude, the peace of transcendence.
* * * *
The tyranny of absurdity is beyond reckoning.
* * * *
Let political correctness be someone else’s problem.
* * * *
The ever-accelerating exponential of all things humankind.
* * * *
Curious how our idols become exactly what we dogma them to be.
* * * *
All there is to learn ultimately boils down to how little there really is to know.
* * * *
Yet another vague memory spinning its way toward oblivion.
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The Primary Directive
Any given container is at most,
Only concerned about its biological survival,
And the reproduction of its genetic material in manifest time.
Anything beyond that primary directive is but the recreation of consciousness,
And its seemingly boundless, delusional predisposition,
For bad theater in every venue.
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Vanity’s God
Created of the infinite unknown, a mystery beyond all reckoning,
You encapsulate it with your finite vanity,
And call it God.
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The Harbor of All Solutions
To discern a question fully, is to fathom its answer.
Any given problem is harbor to its own solution.
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Grasping Nothing
Once upon a time, you knew so much.
You were a sponge for knowledge,
For every sort of experience,
Until you saw how little,
It all really meant.
And now you grasp,
So much less, so little,
That it is all but laughable,
Perhaps slightly embarrassing,
To recall the conceit and arrogance,
Of that self-assured, youthful innocence,
You so effortlessly consumed not so long ago.
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To Know God
If you would know God,
Then look within, friend, look within.
Look within, so deeply, that it all becomes so indivisible,
That the entire cosmos instantly dissolves,
Into this very moment.
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Who is Content?
What is this thing called hope? What is it for which so many are always hoping?
More fortune? More fame? More power? More pleasure? More respect? More love?
More friends? More health? More harmony? More time? More this? More that?
Who is content with the who-what-where-when-why-how they are right now?
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Stories of the Monkey-Mind
Do not all stories have a certain predictability about them?
Same old monkey-mind plots drawn up with different characters and sets,
Different languages and costumes, different this, different that.
All ultimately merely tributaries of consciousness,
Racing in time back into the eternal,
From which all arise.
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Ever the Same Mystery
The ancients called the elements,
Earth, air, water, fire, ether.
Scientists in these times,
Call it the periodic table.
Intuit it, name it, label it, describe it,
Measure it, organize it, in whatever way you will,
It is, has ever been, will ever be, must ever be, the same mystery.
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The Male and Female Dynamic
Every sexually reproductive species has its evolutionary partnership between genders.
In the human paradigm, males hunted and fished and farmed, protected the perimeter, provided the seed.
Females attended the village, bore and nurtured the young, passed on the culture.
Adapting these ancient relationships, so long in the making,
To a world seething in disassociation,
Is the challenge for the future ever-now unfolding.
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The God Prior to Conception
There is no god in the way you or anyone else across time or space has ever conceived.
That which is supreme is so indivisibly, formlessly prior to consciousness,
That all human concoctions are absurd by any comparison.
And you are it, it is you, there is no other.
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The Internment of Obligation
Such internment this obligation to others can so often be.
For their desire for so much You no longer desire.
For their fear of so much You no longer fear.
For their attachment to so much You no longer cling.
For their passion toward so much for which You feel nothing.
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Figuratively v. Literally
The universe born of consciousness is awash in metaphors.
Though the literal often transcends in many subtle ways into the figurative,
Every sort of confusion and havoc can arise when anything figurative is taken too literally.
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The Relativity of All Things
How white is black? How black is white?
How right is wrong? How wrong is right?
How heavy is light? How light is heavy?
How all is nothing? How nothing is all?
How true is false? How false is true?
How high is low? How low is high?
How far is near? How near is far?
How hot is cold? How cold is hot?
How huge is tiny? How tiny is huge?
How light is dark? How dark is light?
How large is small? How small is large?
How strong is weak? How weak is strong?
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The Rutted Mind
The rutted mind begins taking shape,
As soon as nature and nurture,
Begin meshing in the theater of time.
By the age of grayness and weariness and rigidity,
Ruts run so deep, that new ground is only by the rarest traveled.
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The Way It Is
No matter the effort any mind has ever made,
None have ever changed or altered,
Even one tiny hair on truth’s chinny-chin-chin.
The play of consciousness has absolutely no say in the matter.
The way it is, is the way it is, the way it has always been, the way it will ever be.
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To Believe, or Not to Believe
To believe, or not to believe; therein lies the answer.
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So Much Absurdity
So much ambition, so much vanity, so much absurdity,
To be what you already are, have ever been, will ever be,
In this right here, right now, indivisible quantum mystery.
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A Matrix of Quantum Design
Is the fish separate from the water?
The worm from the ground?
The bird from the air?
The sun from the flame?
‘Tis a matrix of quantum design,
Pure, simple, nothing more, nothing less.
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The Calling
If it is your calling to discern that which is mystery,
That which is within all, small to great,
You must let go everything.
Yes, everything.
The you, you pretend,
Fabricated by imagination,
Must become so inwardly quiet,
That you divine the awareness You are,
That which is boundless prior to all conception.
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The Illusion of Duality
Duality is nothing more than an arbitrary, meaningless concept,
Born of the sensory illusion that you are separate.
It has no ultimate reality whatsoever.
You are the primal essence that is indivisibly singular,
Unfathomable, absolute, prior to all imaginings born of consciousness.
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The Fickleness of Opinions
Today you have one opinion, tomorrow another, and the day after still another.
How fickle these opinions, and yet how attached we are to each and every one.
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Science v. Superstition
Though we peer across world, and into the far reaches of the universe,
Though we see into the infinitesimal of which all is created,
Still we cling to all the traditions and superstitions,
Of one geographic assumption or another.
How absolutely amazing is that?
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The Boundless Awareness
The boundless awareness is, without any movement of me or myself or I.
It cannot be altered, claimed, manipulated, possessed, or usurped.
It is the untapped spring, the uncarved block, the tabula rasa.
It is the primal source of all; partial or beholden to none.
It is prior to all manifestation, equally present in all;
And ever carries on after the dissolution of all.
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Do Unto Others
The many others across all eternity are no different than you,
And the Golden Rule says it as clearly as it can be said:
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
What need for any further suggestions, principles,
Guidelines, rules, decrees, edicts, amendments,
Or commandments or regulations or laws?
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From Beginning to End
Why should you be concerned,
With what others think,
When it is really,
Your own creation,
From beginning to end.
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The Artless Program
Absolute awareness is the underlying operating system,
Upon which all consciousness is artlessly programmed.
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Quantum Everything
Quantum earth, quantum water, quantum fire, quantum wind, quantum sky.
Everything ultimately of the same quantum indivisibility,
No matter how mind slices or dices it.
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The Shifting Sands of Time
All things that arise from the shifting sands of time,
Must inevitably fade and fall and dissolve back into it.
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Under the Sun
Nothing new under the sun, everything new under the sun.
So predictably unpredictable, so unpredictably predictable,
Every unfolding, eternally streaming, matrix of a moment.
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Eight Philosophical Questions
Eight philosophical questions that will never be solved:
Why is there something rather than nothing?
Does God exist? Is our universe real? What are numbers?
Do we have free will? Is there life after death? What is the best moral system?
Can you really experience anything objectively?
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No Choice About It
Life, there is just no choice about it.
Every seed is cast into one fate or another.
Every seed must play out whatever hand is dealt,
Or else conceive a means to fall on one sword or another.
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The Tyranny of Tradition
The past had its momentary window.
You need not allow it to dominate, to control, yours.
The tyranny of tradition has no power, but through your acquiescence.
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All is You
Who knows what incredible mysteries may reside,
On other worlds, in other dimensions, of this vast quantum matrix?
You must rely on your own frame of reference, to hypothesize all possibilities possible,
Yet how can any ever be anything but You, whatever the guise?
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Many chatter away about truth, but none have ever, or will ever own it.
* * * *
Idolatry is idolatry, no matter the myth, no matter the image, no matter the figurine.
* * * *
Who is who? What is what? Where is where? When is when? Why is why? How is how?
* * * *
The Memedom of God: Memeism practicd by memeists seeking memehood.
* * * *
Where would your universe be without you to create and witness it?
* * * *
Psst, Don Quixote, they are just the windmills of your mind.
* * * *
To what new limitation will the body aspire today?
* * * *
The internet: the library of consciousness.
* * * *
You are an audience of one.
* * * *
What effort is woven into a web of lies.
* * * *
Only the eye of the monkey sees itself any different.
* * * *
The hoity-toity rule a silly little world of their own absurd design.
* * * *
Best not to judge other points of history merely through the reflection of your own.
* * * *
For the mind that discerns totality, what matter what is done or undone?
* * * *
A universe without, a universe within, you are That I Am.
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Believers and atheists, all playing their little game, dancing their little dance.
Pretending to know what they cannot, never have, and never will.
To know you know nothing is the only honest stance.
Make-believe may offer some solace,
But no assumption can ever touch what is real.
* * * *
The parochial mind is incapable of discerning its Self.
To explore the farthest reaches and beyond,
One cannot be bound by anything.
* * * *
The journey may begin with the first step,
But the pace along the winding trail,
Is set by the slowest trekker.
* * * *
It is whatever you think it is.
It is not whatever you think it is.
* * * *
More words, ever more words.
More differences, more confusion,
For the witch’s brew to simmer and stew.
* * * *
This momentary nowness,
Is all that is really happening.
The dream is just that … a dream.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
Depending on the color of your skin,
The depth of your wallet,
Or the witnesses lined up against you,
Probably best never to assume you will get a fair trial.
* * * *
Curious how so many mystics,
Across time and space,
Give over a portion of their existence,
Attempting to help others discern their inherent freedom,
Often inspiring dogmatic absurdities of every hue in their well-intentioned wake.
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The Only Anecdote
How beyond all pales absurd it at some point becomes.
We prattle endlessly about the silence, the serenity, the austerity, of a still mind,
But to remain in that state every moment, is for most, if not all, very challenging, very unlikely, indeed.
The monkey-mind is ever an absorbing thunder and lightning show,
To which death is really the only antidote.
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The Ineffable Unknown
Call it That I Am, call it Brahman, call it Tao, call it God, call it Self, call it whatever you will.
It is all the unnamable awareness that is prior to all dreams of consciousness.
Absolute, indivisible, complete, supreme, without peer.
And You and everything else, it as well.
There is nothing that is not this ineffable mystery.
Despite all imaginary inventions, it is ever the indelible unknown.
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The Huff and Puff of Imagination
All translation must be observed with a dubious, discerning eye;
Especially the interpreter, the sorter, the filter, in your own inured mind.
Everything you perceive, translates through the biases of your frame of reference;
Entirely subjective, entirely slanted, entirely unique, entirely idiosyncratic, entirely alone.
Step back from your conditioning, and realize, from the dispassionate view of the quantum matrix,
That your entire existence, from womb to grave, is all nothing more than the huff and puff of imagination.
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Eyes That See, Ears That Hear
Dogma is the worldly vision,
Of those who, for whatever reason,
Lack the eyes to see, and the ears to hear,
The infinite mystery, in which each and every one,
Equally participates in so many ways.
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Intelligence v. Ignorance
For memes to let loose their rigid grip,
Would require a revolutionary paradigm shift,
Seemingly well beyond the monkey-mind’s capacity.
In the eternal struggle between intelligence and ignorance,
It is not rocket science to predict which mindset will rule the future
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No Limits for Truth
Who cares who said it?
Or what was said, where it was said,
When it was said, why it was said, or how it was said.
If it is true, it is true, and that which is true,
Can never be bound or captured,
By the limits of mind.
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The Enthusiastic Teacher
If you will not learn something,
Out of some sort of inherent common sense,
Then, rest assured, pain is always an enthusiastic teacher;
In the wings, ever alert, patient, fully armed.
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An Unnatural Relationship
Those who dominate the world have no relationship with nature or themselves.
Therefore, alas, Mother Gaia and all her creatures small to great,
Are condemned to enslavement and destruction,
For whatever coin can be fashioned from their demise.
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Where is the Me, the Myself, the I?
Where is this vain, resolute, notorious “I” we so readily assume real?
Is it the ever-changing body, the ever-changing identity?
Is it the rambling compendium of perceptions?
Can it even be the timeless awareness,
Common to all things living?
How can there truly be,
“Me, myself, and I”
In that infinity which is prior,
To all forms fashioned of quantum vibration?
That which is ageless, formless, indivisible, sovereign, absolute.
That which has never even once suffered mortal birth,
Much less the pangs of imagined death.
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An Ever-Burning Fuse
Every streaming moment, so fleeting, like an ever-burning fuse.
Every point of nowness, gone as swiftly as it arrives.
Everything, but figments of imagination.
Merely a dream of the senses.
A magical, mystery theater of illusion.
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The Nature of Caring
Throughout your life,
You have cared about this or that,
For lengthy, moderate, or brief slices of time.
And yet, sooner or later, care’s capricious nature, inevitably,
For whatever raison d'être, draws to a close.
So, the question becomes:
Why do you care about anything?
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A Momentary Flurry
This garden world has been spinning round and round for several billion years,
And the universe billions more than that, as it will be for eons more.
How can anyone seriously believe their imaginary notions,
Are anything more than a momentary flurry,
In the grand totality of it all?
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The Essential Requirement
What is required to awaken,
Is to inwardly pay very close attention,
In a non-intellectual, prior-to-consciousness way,
Until you very logically, without doubt, discern for your Self,
That you, the witness, the observer, are the observed.
All duality is the concoction of imagination.
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The Pricelessness of Truth
In all its pricelessness,
The irony and paradox of Truth,
Is how little profit it offers those who mine it.
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One Law
There is ultimately only one law in this world,
And it is enforced with complete equanimity by Mother Nature.
Those who ignore or transgress this simple reality,
Inevitably pay one price or another.
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If You Want Peace, Prepare for War
You have an absolute right to protect yourself,
Against any and all who would harm you and yours.
As much as many a heart would choose to see it otherwise,
In this shades-of-gray garden, if you want peace, prepare for war.
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The Mystery of All Mysteries
It is a mystery.
It is the mystery of all mysteries.
It is not a Christian mystery, it is not a Jewish mystery.
It is not a Muslim mystery, it is not a Hindu mystery, it is not Taoist a mystery.
It is a mystery that does not belong to, or favor, any -ist, or any -ism.
It is not subject to any idolatry, it is not subject to any dogma.
It is a mystery free and clear from any and all claims,
By any individual or group across all eternity.
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Forgetting Everything
Forget the body,
Forget the mind,
Forget the world,
Forget the universe,
Forget everything.
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Ever Alone
From infinite to infinitesimal, everything to nothing, known to unknown,
Top to bottom, small to great, here to there, this to that, that to this,
You are indivisibly, infinitely, perfectly, absolutely connected,
Yet completely, irrevocably, forever alone all the while.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 373
The Reflections of Otherness
There is no existence in any creation, no matter the dimensions, that will not be but temporal illusion,
Because, no matter how hard it tries, Self, the grand witness in all things small to great,
Can never discern its true reality but through the reflections of otherness.
So, delude yourself in any and every way for all eternity,
It is ever the same dreamer dreaming;
Ever You, in one imaginary holograph or another.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 374
The Nature of Relationships
Family is a given,
Friends, a pleasure,
Acquaintances, tolerable,
Adversaries, a bother,
Enemies, a hazard.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 374
Groupthink Kool-Aid
The curious thing about most-if-not-all organized religions,
Is they truly believe theirs is the only true religion,
And that their true god will favor only them,
And will cast everyone else into hell.
Groupthink is ever groupthink,
No matter the flavor of the Kool-Aid.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 375
The Clarity of Now
Sometimes the mind become so clear,
That it seems You have finally awakened for all eternity.
But then the murkiness of consciousness resumes its conditioned grooves,
And You must once again stumble about the convoluted labyrinth of your very vivid imagination,
Until the eternity of every moment breaks through the mists anew.
Perhaps one day You will stay here.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 375
A Moment of Reflection
“The way of humankind is harsh,” God said wistfully.
“But was it not a splendid creation?” Mother Nature sighed.
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The Immaculate Spirit
Your spirit has never known anything but well-being and good fortune.
It is impervious to the vagaries of any form, any existence.
It is pure, immaculate, untainted, innocent,
To the most indivisible, sovereign, absolute degree.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 377
One Life to Live
If you yearn a relatively simple, candid, serene, anonymous, streets-lined-with-gold existence;
Better to be born a peasant than a king; better to be a nobody than a somebody.
For there are far fewer constrictions imposed by the many others,
And it is much easier to walk the path you choose.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 378
Another Fine Day
What hath science and industry and technology and commerce,
Wrought upon this ever-spinning garden world,
And all its innocent residents,
This fine day?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 378
The Winds of Illusion
History is written by winners, losers, survivors, abiders,
Or whoever makes the effort to set down one version or another.
But sooner or later, all eyes grow dim, and all ears, deaf,
And all chronicles are lost to the winds of illusion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 378
Delusion and Absurdity
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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No Middlemen Required
True religion, true spirituality, true grace, true faith,
Is a grass roots, solo kind of endeavor.
No middlemen required.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 379
Of Beginning and Endings
At which beginning,
Do you stop calling it a beginning?
At which ending, do you stop calling it an ending?
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That You Exist
That you exist is not mystery enough?
That you exist is not eternal enough?
That you exist is not time enough?
That you exist is not gold enough?
That you exist is not real enough?
That you exist is not true enough?
That you exist is not holy enough?
That you exist is not sacred enough?
That you exist is not magical enough?
That you exist is not spiritual enough?
That you exist is not purgatory enough?
That you exist is not heaven or hell enough?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 380
A One-Time-Only Show
When the given existence gives way to inevitable departure of the container,
The vast cosmos that mind and senses have into dreamtime spun,
Will dissolve back into the indivisible quantum mystery,
The given mind-body is a one-time-only show,
Never really “yours” from the get-go.
This is the only imaginary you,
That is, has ever been, will ever be.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 380
The Unborn-Undying Reality
Why would the moment after the last wheezing breath,
Be any different than the one just before it?
Or the one just before birth,
Be any different,
Than the one just out of the womb?
The totality that is unborn-undying, is without attributes.
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Sometimes
Sometimes you wander,
Sometimes you sit,
Sometimes you eat,
Sometimes you sleep.
Sometimes you are busy.
Sometimes you do nothing at all.
Sometimes you just are, and call it enough.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 382
Regarding Progeny
If you want to save your children,
From sickness, injury, aging and death,
And the countless forms of torment throughout,
Probably best not to bring them here in the first place.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 382
Freedom
Free of past, of future, of desire, of fear.
Free of birth, existence, identity, hope, dread, death.
Free of the sensory theater, of the world, of the cosmos, of any deity.
Free of anything and everything, free even of nothing.
Simply awareness, eternally alone.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 383
Pay Attention
Pay attention.
That moment is gone,
And another who knows how many,
Just streamed by, too.
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The Smokey Reality
Are you really any more,
Than the smokiness of any flame?
That ghostly trail wafting evenly from a pipe,
Is truly as real as your meager role in this ineffable dream.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 383
All You
You want to know the one and only truth?
It is all You, nothing but You, and You absolutely alone.
Now, Pilgrim, sally forth against the many windmills of space and time,
And discern yet again, You are the source, You are the mystery,
If such dreamtime fate be yours in some future telling.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 383
Either You Got It, or You Do Not
Either you have the incisive intelligence to discriminate it, or you do not.
No waffling, no babbling, no playing-the-middle-maybes.
No iffing, no anding, no butting about it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 384
Nothing to Do, Nothing to Undo
Nothing to grasp, nothing to spurn.
Nothing to say, nothing to take back.
Nothing to know, nothing to not know.
Nothing to establish, nothing to dissolve.
Nothing to hold on to, nothing to let go of.
Nothing to embrace, nothing to relinquish.
Nothing to borrow, nothing to pay back.
Nothing to retain, nothing to renounce.
Nothing to accept, nothing to reject.
Nothing to do, nothing to undo.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 385
The End of Karma
Discerning the infinite truth of your Self,
Erases all karma, erases all consequences,
And aligns your dreamtime fate with eternity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 385
What Need for Religion?
Why does anyone need any religion to be kind?
Why does anyone need any doctrine to be considerate?
Why does anyone need any scripture to live a pious existence?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 385
The Confabulations of Mind
It is through language that all conscious distinctions are made.
Prior to the articulation of imaginary self through personal pronouns,
Prior to the fabrication of knowledge, Eden was free of any dualistic notion.
There is no god, there is no devil, there is no heaven, there is no hell,
But through the ceaselessly absurd confabulations of mind.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 386
Things, Things, Things
Shopping, shopping, shopping, until you be dropping,
Looking for the next thing you just cannot possibly exist without,
But will very likely forget as soon as it is stowed away in one closet or another.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 386
When the Curtain Falls
You need not keep rehearsing, you need not continue practicing.
You have your little character down, you have it figured out.
The big challenge now is enduring getting off the stage,
Taking off the costume, and departing the theater.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 388
All the Same
Hot or cold, hard or soft,
Awake or asleep, engaged or unengaged,
Honest or dishonest, clothed or naked, seen or unseen,
Clean or dirty, comfortable or uncomfortable,
Self-absorbed or self-absorbed,
It is all the same.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 389
What is Anything?
What is freedom?
What is truth?
What is real?
What is not real?
What is aloneness?
What is indifference?
What is absoluteness?
What is contentment?
What is detachment?
What is equanimity?
What is happiness?
What is serenity?
What is bliss?
What is totality?
What is the Way?
What is That I Am?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 390
An Ocean’s Dream
One man’s babble is another man’s song; one man’s pleasure, another’s pain.
No one sees, hears, tastes, smells, feels, anything the same.
We all sail alone within an ocean’s dream.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 393
From Where Did Nothing Come?
The origin had to be nothing; else something could not be.
But where oh where did nothing come from?
The ultimate unanswerable question.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 393
Sounding the Depths
Going further than a couple zeros on either side of the decimal point,
Is the abstract realm of theoreticians of one focus or another.
Scientific abstractions, as accurate as they may well be,
Jump through cerebral gymnastics all but meaningless to daily existence,
Wherein consciousness must every moment sound the depths of its own imaginary invention.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 393
Traces of Perception
Traces of perception,
Harvested by the senses,
Warehoused on a neuron trail,
For imagination to fashion,
Into another bit of time.
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From First Breath to Last
From the first breath to the last,
What is the sensory mind really about,
But hedonistic consumption of its universe,
And a narcissistic fixation with an imaginary self.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 394
Mystery’s Expression
Nature is the mystery’s expression,
And humankind but one of its myriad creations.
Separate only in consciousness, dualistic only in the mind,
In no way any less indivisible than all creation can be from its creator.
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Intelligent Design
What is this inexplicable universe, but an immense aquarium, filled to the brim with quantum essence;
Playing out every conceivable permutation consciousness might project, and physics allow.
Intelligent design, indeed: indivisible, total, sovereign, real prior to any perception.
The everything and the nothing, indelible, well prior to anything imaginable.
And you, sovereign witness, born of the same enigmatic source.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 395
Put Up or Shut Up
If Jesus and his omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent Daddy,
Really want/need to be believed in, as much as so many seem to assume,
Well, then let him reappear and prove two thousand-plus years,
Of idolatrous absurdity were worth the wait.
Put up or shut up, so to speak.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 396
Cutting Loose
That baggage you daily carry about in your mind,
Jam-packed with knowledge, likes, dislikes, fears, desires, worries,
Hopes, beliefs, regrets, all the this’s and that’s, that formulate your dreamtime universe;
You could just put it down for a bit, perhaps even never pick it up again.
But no, cutting loose of all your imaginary renditions,
That would be beyond all pales.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 397
Misinterpretations of the Literal Mind
Mystical writings across the world,
Are figurative how-to manuals for budding mystics,
All too often misinterpreted by minds spun in the unwavering literal.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 397
The Preciousness of Innocence
One of the many challenges of growing older,
Is reminiscing one’s youth, and the yearning for all the things,
Queuing up to be seen and heard and tasted and smelled and touched and understood.
The preciousness of innocence can only be lost once.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 397
The Audacity to Stand Alone
The play of imagination requires collusion for the world of mind to abide.
As Shakespeare through Hamlet spoke: To be, or not to be, that is the question.
You need not give over to any of it, if you have the wit, the audacity, to stand alone.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 399
The Raison D'être of Absurdity
What hope can there possibly be, when the bar,
Is set at meaningless, irrational absurdities, across the board.
When nature is usurped, ravaged, squandered, in every way, in every corner.
When the absurdity of trivia and distraction, carnivals and clowns, power and fame and fortune,
Become the mainstay, the lifeblood, the prime directive, the raison d'être.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 400
The Gaping Abyss
The sages say, look within,
And when you do, you find zilch, nada, zip, nil.
And so, you begin looking everywhere else for something, anything,
Because a still, gaping abyss could not be all there is.
It just has to be more than naught,
But, alas, it is not.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 400
No Need for Belief
What nonsense, this need to believe in anyone or anything,
Much less have anyone or anything believe in You.
Here You are: unknown, indefinable, timeless.
Nothing to believe in, nothing to prove,
Once the beingness of awareness
Has reclaimed its primacy.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 400
Gazillions and Beyond
What will the dreamtime you now witness,
Be in 10 or 100 or 1,000 or 10,000
Or 100,000 or 1,000,000
Or gazillions beyond counting.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 400
Imagination Askew
Why would you need for anybody,
To know you, or know of you,
Once you discern your absolute nature?
Vanity is nothing more than imagination gone askew.
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What Will Happen?
What will happen to your world, your cosmos, after the body disincorporates?
What will happen to everyone and everything after you are no longer present to witness it?
Imagine the dissolution of consciousness, of letting go of everything,
As everything is simultaneously letting go of you.
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All of Page 401
Your raison d'être is what you think about alone in the darkness.
* * * *
The nothingness offers little into which imagination can bite, ergo, much ado about it.
* * * *
Every birth the creation of a new universe; every death the destruction of one.
* * * *
You have never been anywhere, but this ever-present, eternal now.
* * * *
What petty gods that needs incessant worship and praise.
* * * *
Creator and creation are always one in the same.
* * * *
It is a quantum-eat-quantum universe.
* * * *
So many carnivals, so little time.
* * * *
Lost in time, found in time.
* * * *
A collusion of imaginary proportion.
* * * *
The senses and mind timelessly creating time.
* * * *
It is not how or where you begin, but how and where you end.
* * * *
The senses are the veil that words sew with the robust thread of imagination.
* * * *
Identity is something of a trespasser, a squatter, upon the indivisible indelibility of awareness.
* * * *
Life is a string of momentary decisions, choices, to which the only end is death.
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Forget Everything
Forget everything.
Dismantle the conditioning;
The attachment to any conceptual weavings.
Become that which has no boundaries.
That which discerns no duality.
No within, no without.
No inner, no outer.
No this, no that.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 402
What Cannot Be Known
See what cannot be seen,
Hear what cannot be heard,
Smell what cannot be smelled,
Taste what cannot be tasted,
Feel what cannot be felt.
Be what cannot be known.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 402
Regurgitating Illusion
How draining it can so often be,
To daily regurgitate and play out,
This imaginary edifice of perception,
That has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 403
The Sands of Illusion
You are but one of a universe chock-full of every sort of pattern,
Playing out its programming, for as long as the given design abides,
Its written-in-the-sand destiny, in its transitory slice of time and space.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 403
Front and Center Stage
Every mind, front and center stage, in an entirely different play.
Each and every one, the leading star of their own show,
All costumed up to reveal the inner reflection.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 404
The Futility of Persuasion
The literal-minded will never comprehend truth,
No matter how adroitly it is articulated.
It requires a figurative awareness,
To ascertain the ultimate.
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The Unreality of Consciousness
As fascinating and absorbing as history,
And all things intellectual are,
They are all imagined,
And therefore, ultimately, unreal.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 404
Call of the Siren
Born again into yet another manifest form,
And through her innumerable sirens, the primordial mother,
Beckons you with every imaginable enticement,
To one rocky shoal or another.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 405
A Stitch of Time
Somewhere along the line,
You realize it just does not matter anymore,
But carry on as if it did, just to play out the character designed,
The pattern being woven in your little stitch of time.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 405
Hold Fast to Rationality
The Jesus-walking-on-water allusion is obviously figurative from a quantum perspective.
And he probably brought the wine and bread, and Lazarus was more than likely not really dead.
Accepting anything literally that you have not for your Self scientifically observed and/or experienced,
Is generally a dubious misstep into the ceaselessly precarious absurdities of any and all delusion.
Hold fast to the rational, the sensible, the balanced, the coherent, the logical, the realistic
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 406
The Indifference of Awareness
Awareness is awareness.
Neither light nor dark, right nor wrong, strong nor weak, vibrant nor passive,
Kind nor cruel, sweet nor bitter, great nor small, good nor evil.
Absolutely indifferent in every way imaginable.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 407
Save the World?
Save the world? What, pray tell, is there to save?
How can that which was never spent, ever be depleted?
That which was never something, ever be nothing?
That which was never one thing, ever be two?
That which was never light, ever be dark?
That which was never born, ever die?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 407
The Spring of Eternal Life
The newborn is pure awareness.
In the infant and child,
The seeds of consciousness,
Begin gradually sprouting in the mind,
In whatever direction the winds of time may blow.
But it is in the awareness, that all truly are,
Have always been, will ever be.
It is from the source of all,
That eternal life ever springs.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 408
Peace on Earth
Peace on earth,
Requires peace of mind,
And good will towards each and all.
What are endings but outcomes of beginnings.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 408
Therapy for the Seer
Therapy for the blind is vision:
For the deaf, hearing; for the hungry, sustenance;
For the numb, feeling; for the artist, creativity; for the gluttonous, more;
For the seer, the mysterious unknown.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 409
All I Can Tell You
You ask me who … I tell you I do not know.
You ask me what … I tell you I do not know.
You ask me where … I tell you I do not know.
You ask me when … I tell you I do not know.
You ask me why … I tell you I do not know.
You ask me how … I tell you I do not know.
All I can tell you is … I am That I Am.
All I can tell you is … you are, too.
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All of Page 410
How seriously to take this kaleidoscoping dreamtime, depends on your nature.
To be light and breezy all the time, well, few can truly manage to be that free.
* * * *
Where is the exact demarcation between this so-called good and evil?
A line or two in the sand of an ever-shifting consciousness, indeed.
* * * *
Any given universe offers an all but infinite set of experiences,
But no lesson is ever learned until you teach it to your Self.
* * * *
Wisdom is wisdom across all time, across all space.
None can ever possess what is discernable by all.
* * * *
Barefoot in the remnants of an ocean wave;
What is that sand rushing between your toes,
But You in yet another of the myriad forms.
* * * *
Any given mind is an ever-fluctuating wander-fest,
No matter the landscape or horizon or pale beyond.
* * * *
The garden world you might have happily preserved,
Were such a thing even possible, was long ago undone.
* * * *
Feel the craving of worms for your sack of juicy, tasty flesh,
As you wander above ground for only but a little while longer.
* * * *
Are you looking at things with fresh eyes, with an alert, serene mind;
Unfiltered, uncompromised, untethered, by the mirage of imagination?
* * * *
Unless their actions force you to pay attention to their ceaseless absurdities,
Why should you care even one iota, what all the other monkeys think and do?
* * * *
Amazing as it is, in its function as a portal, into this touchy-feely sensory dreamtime,
What a revolting piece of work, the human body, once you yellow-brick-road it closely.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 410
Too Small a Vision
Contending that there is no god, does not necessarily make someone an atheist.
It may simply be asserting that one refuses to subscribe to a limiting definition.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 411
Earnest v. Discerning
God is prattled about in consciousness; merged into, in awareness.
Always a case of earnest conviction versus discerning equanimity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 411
Good Fortune
Count the boulder fortunate that it need not collude itself a boulder,
And can merely sit alongside the river, watching its dream stream by.
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The Forever Unknowable
Any earnest scientist inevitably discerns that the observer is the observed.
Measurement can only go so far, before it evaporates in the limits of imagination,
The pale beyond which, the eternal immeasurability, is forever unknowable.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 411
The Only You
Your entire universe,
Is but a speck of dust,
At the tip of a fingernail,
At the edge of the infinity,
That is all, the only You,
You have ever been.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 413
All the Differences
A different time, a different existence.
A different appearance, a different dream.
A different world, a different universe.
All the differences; same mystery.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 414
Why Believe in Anything?
And why do you need to believe in anything concocted by mind?
Is not just being enough, without all the babble born of imagination?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 414
Life Eternal
All the attachments,
To all the things,
To all the memories,
To all the relationships,
To all the this’s, all the that’s;
What weights chaining the free spirit.
Distractions from the ever-present awareness,
In which life is eternal, in which the real You, ever are.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 417
A Case of the Munchies
It is a god-eat-god world; chew well.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 419
It Is What It Is
It is what it is.
Nothing anyone anywhere has ever said or done,
Is saying or doing, or will ever say or do,
Will ever change it even one iota.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 419
Scientific Method
Scientific Method … noun … a method of procedure,
That has characterized natural science since the 17th century,
Consisting in systematic observation, measurement, and experiment,
And the formulation, testing, and modification of hypotheses.
1) Define the question
2) Gather information and resources (observe)
3) Form hypothesis
4) Perform experiment and collect data
5) Analyze data
6) Interpret data and draw conclusions that serve as a starting point for new hypothesis
7) Publish results
8) Retest (frequently done by other scientists)
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 421
The Given Ear
Whether words imprison or free, depends upon the ear.
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The Ephemerality
I have given you conscious reality.
Through this mind, you exist.
Had we never met, or had I never heard of you,
You would not be, but through the wide-ranging intuition of all things possible.
Outside this awareness, this consciousness,
You do not exist.
You have given me conscious reality.
Through your mind, I exist.
Had we never met, or had you never heard of me,
I would not be, but through the wide-ranging intuition of all things possible.
Outside your awareness, your consciousness,
I do not exist.
What is the world but a brief ephemeral dream for all.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 421
What Did He Really Mean?
Included in the relatively few quotes attributed to or about Jesus in Christian mythology,
And largely misinterpreted by those many inclined to idolatry and dogma:
Know thy Self; Love thy Self; Physician, heal thy Self;
You shall love your neighbor as your Self;
To thine own Self be true;
Husbands, love your wives as your Selves;
Have this mind in your Selves, which was also in Christ Jesus.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 422
The Illusion of Free Will
You really believe you have free will?
Only if you are in denial of all that has transpired,
In the eons long before you were born.
What will play out will play out,
As if choreographed,
With unimaginable precision.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 422
The Way
Sometimes you create.
Sometimes you preserve.
Sometimes you destroy.
That is the way of it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 427
The Sandbox of Eternity
It is a god-eat-god cosmos.
Everything in one pattern or another,
Because that is how this mystery matrix works,
For as far, for as wide, for as deep, for as long,
As the quantum sandbox of eternity plays out.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 427
The Instinctual Roots of Groupthink
Group, herd, gaggle, flock, swarm, mass, crowd, throng, rabble, drove, multitude, company,
Host, army, pack, troop, gang, troupe, party, band, bevy, knot, cluster, bunch,
Posse, crew, surge, stream, huddle, school, horde, hive, mob.
So many words describing groupthink.
An instinctual thing; functional until it is not.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 428
Time’s Illusion
If yesterday and tomorrow were real,
Why cannot you see and hear and touch and taste and feel them?
Even this moment is forever done and undone.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 428
So It Goes, Deal With It, Get Over It, Move On
The natural laws govern all creatures, all things, from small to great.
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
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 429
The Essential You
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.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 429
The Earnest Seeker
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 seek to be free of all constraints.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 429
On Your Own
Truth is not something for which you must petition permission to discern, to realize.
You are on your own, ever alone in an odyssey of Self-discovery,
Within the infinite essence of the quantum sea.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 430
The Long and the Short of It
Life, long no matter how short, short no matter how long.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 430
The Immortal Presence
The course humankind has taken is not all that inspiring anymore.
The petri dish is getting too trashed, too crowded,
Too predictable, too absurd.
It is all vanity and greed,
And there is really no way out,
But for the rarest, most astutely discerning,
Who can, in the face of any temporal sensory temptation,
Maintain a steadfast immortal presence in the eternal “so it goes” of it all.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 430
Free Will Looking Forward, Fate Looking Back
It may all be written in the sands of time,
But it is you who must live it out, one moment at a time.
Free will, such as it is, looking forward,
Fate looking back.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 431
The Delusion of the True Believer
Even when their dream is afire,
Human beings have the delusional capacity,
To believe that a deity is looking over them, protecting them,
And that he/she/it, will help them somehow continue on, as they always have.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 431
Interest v. Boredom
The ongoing interest in anything, is in the comfortable appreciation,
Of its fathomable aspects, of its layered subtleties,
Of its unfolding nuances.
And boredom, too much of the same.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 432
The Cosmic Mind
The cosmos is an eggshell; the mind a beak.
Eternal salvation is the sovereignty of every given moment.
It is the ineffable timelessness of awareness, that the perpetual now ever offers.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 432
Nothing Undone
From the ultimate perspective, there is likely not anything,
You have not done or said or thought, or at some point will.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 433
The Edge of the Petri Dish
Is the human species really that much different,
Than any bacteria consuming its way,
To the edge of a petri dish?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 434
Wandering the Eternal Life
To wander the eternal life,
You must be both in and out of life,
In each and every breath, each and every step.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 434
Strolling the Mountain
Discerning the one and only truth within and without;
As arduous as a long, winding climb to the highest mount;
As effortless and agreeably simple as a stroll in an idyllic park.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 434
So Many Sounds, So Many Concepts, Same Mystery
All these sounds are but interchangeable concepts describing the same unfathomable reality:
God, Brahman, Buddha, Jesus, Allah, Soul, matrix, unicity, oneness, stillness,
Indivisible, sovereign, absolute, awareness, consciousness, bliss,
Serenity, divinity, nothingness, totality, ether, dream,
Universe, quantum … mystery …
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 435
Moderation in All Things
Best to take ecstasies in small measure,
Agonies with a whopping dollop of stoicism,
And moderation as regularly as possible.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 435
Are You? Are You Not?
Who are you? Who are you not?
What are you? What are you not?
Where are you? Where are you not?
When are you? When are you not?
Why are you? Why are you not?
How are you? How are you not?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 435
The Tit for Tat of Quid Pro Quo
This world is your home.
You were born here,
You will live and die here.
There is no other viable alternative.
If you do not cherish her, if do not nurture her,
She will tit for tat you, she will quid pro quo you, in spades.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 435
No Need for Religion
All religion is unnecessary, pointless, superfluous, gratuitous.
Whether one deity or many, not one is real, not one is true.
All are imaginary inventions, collusions, lies, of the monkey-mind.
What dogma, what idolatry, can there be, in the indivisible formlessness?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 435
Reality
The dream births you,
Attends you,
Feeds and clothes you,
Gives you pleasure, inflicts pain,
With every intention of someday killing you.
And you, in return, accept your destiny, and believe it all real.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 438
The Synchronized Moment
It is the same awareness in all,
Dreaming eternally in one simultaneous here now,
Witness to all genesis, in every way, in one synchronized, indivisible instant.
I, Quantum … You, Quantum … He, Quantum … She, Quantum … Us, Quantum … All, Quantum.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 441
The Limitations of Mythology
Have we not seen enough cults to know that every group creates its own mythology,
To sustain its groupthink vision, its groupthink vanity, its groupthink raison d'être.
No need to believe, no need to follow, no need to subscribe to any limited notion.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 441
Another
Another place, another time, another sunny day, another stormy night,
Another conversation, another meal, another cup of coffee, another shot of whiskey,
Another book, another movie, another television show, another play, another song, another photo,
Another workday, another vacation, another holiday, another anthropological event,
Another journey to the privy, another shower, another preening moment,
Another war, another accident, another birth, another death,
Another creative moment, another amusement,
Another … another … another …
Another so it goes.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 444
Why So You?
Why so sad?
Why so angry?
Why so fearful?
Why so serious?
Why so zealous?
Why so rushed?
Why so lonely?
Why so needy?
Why so you?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 445
Save! Change! Become!
What urgency is there in this universe,
Once you recognize it for the dream it is.
What is there to save, to change, to become,
But what you are, have ever been, will ever be,
What you are not, have never been, will never be.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 445
What Need to Believe Anything?
Why would you really need to believe the mythology,
The folklore, the legends, the customs, the traditions, the history,
All the many perceptions, of any given culture, ultimately real and important,
Including the dreamy sliver of space and time that you call your own?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 447
Too Hot, Too Cold
The dilemma with too much is that it is just too much,
The dilemma with too little is that it is too little,
And the amazing thing about almost right,
Is how few seem satisfied with it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 449
The Tabula Rasa Mind
What is any given childhood but an empty mind, an innocent mind, a tabula rasa mind;
Not yet filled with a lifetime of perceptions, of desires, of fears, of dreads,
That future agonies and ecstasies, will over time imagine real.
Forget everything; be reborn into the timelessness.
Into what you were before all beginnings.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 450
An Imaginary Reverie
Ultimately, this reverie is nothing more than a passage of imagination.
Ever-kaleidoscoping perceptions to which you are so attached.
The key to freedom is in the stilling of the busy mind,
And a clear, discerning, fearless detachment,
Toward the infinity of sensory hooks,
Playing out within and without.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 450
The Rise and Fall of Consciousness
On a small spinning pale blue dot, in an outback of a brief manifestation,
Vanity arose in a noisy flurry, for barely a whisper of the space-time it imagined real,
Before relatively quickly dissolving back into the indivisibility of its fundamental quantum nature.
Such is the outcome of all imaginary forays inspired by the theater of consciousness,
In the likely very rare moments that it manages to evolve into being.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 451
The Wonder of It All
There is nothing everlasting about any form, about any dynamic.
Nature is a chaotic divinity; illusion an anchorless dream.
And through it all, is an indivisibility, so cosmic,
Only in wonder can it be comprehended.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 451
A Curious Fact
Curious how many find it so unfathomable,
That every other life form small to great,
Is born of the same intelligence as we.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 451
The Sea of Relativity
All these traditions,
All these geographic assumptions;
Vainly vying for supremacy in a world of dreams,
Where all patterns small to great orbit in a vast sea of relativity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 452
All In
Everyone is dealt a different hand,
In this poker game of time and space.
Each plays it out as the given cards allow,
But it is nothing more than smoke and mirrors.
And someday, no matter how well any player bluffs,
Every stack of chips inevitably topples in the last wager.
Masks and players ever change, but the game goes on and on,
For as long as the house has the cards to shuffle and chips to play.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 453
Stop Pretending
Stop pretending you know anything.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 454
How Brief It Is
… eternity … birth … an imagined existence … death … eternity …
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 454
Repeat After Me
The real You is indivisible, unchanging, sovereign, absolute.
Repeat after me: I am the Way, I am the Truth, I am the Life.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 455
Pure Awareness
True meditation is not at all forced,
And no tradition, no scripture, no posture, no symbol,
No dogma, no mantra, no status, no garb, no diet, no gender, no vernacular,
No attribute contrived by the monkey-mind is in any way required to abet its momentary process.
Pure awareness is the source, the baseline, the witness, of all quantum creation.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
Poof!
You are born now, you live now, you die now.
Time is just a temporary state of imagination.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
Regarding Advice
If someone was really going to take your advice,
Would they have even needed it in the first place?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
True Believers All
You are so caught up in the sensory dream,
So hypnotized, so conditioned, so brainwashed,
That you believe it all real, you believe it all important.
You believe everything thought, you believe everything felt.
All is vanity, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but,
And it the key to the mind in which you reside.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
The Courage to Stand Alone
Find your own voice, free of all the conditioning.
Free of the misinformation and disinformation of propaganda.
Free of the indoctrination and habituation of any brain-washing, whatsoever.
It is in there if you have the courage to stand alone against all tides.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
The Story of History
There are those who create history, those who regurgitate it, and those who ignore it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 456
Regarding Speculation
The challenge is to never believe any speculation to be more than speculation.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 457
Settling for Mystery
How can anyone ever even begin to settle,
For any infinitesimal egocentric-ethnocentric-geocentric-solarcentric vision,
Of this beyond-all-pales enigma of a mystery?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 458
The Truest Anything
The true scientist, the true historian, the true anything,
Never gives up questing as accurate a rendering,
As their swirl of consciousness can muster.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 458
Cousins of the Same Puddle
All life is born of the same origin, the same source.
Despite our attachment to genetic bloodlines,
We are all cousins of the same puddle.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 458
A Singular Serenity
Across the universe, throughout eternity,
There are an inestimable number of perceptions,
Within each and every imaginary moment,
From each and every imaginary angle.
So boggling as to make any mind,
Singularly serene in wonder.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 458
The Medicine Bag
The great number of hallucinogens,
That Gaia across her orb offers,
Take those open to inner exploration,
Down many trails, across many borders.
For those who would pursue a grander vision,
It a journey to be taken as dauntlessly as will allows.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 459
Bwahahahahaha …
From the bliss of the womb,
Through the birth canal, into hell.
Thank you, Mother, thank you, Father,
For an excursion surely no one of sound mind,
Would ever even more than fleetingly fantasize taking.
And the real nightmare is you know what:
That it might well happen again.
Bwahahahahaha …
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 460
The Deepest Furrow
Each and every mind falls prey,
To whatever prompts the paramount delusion,
To whatever carves the deepest furrow in the patterned mind.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 460
The Tribal Mind
Group dynamics are group dynamics, no matter the size or nature.
Really nothing more than tribalistic notions founded in the jungle long ago.
The common denominator of all religions, nation states, families, and high schools.
Just the monkey-mind over and over in different levels of self-absorption.
Egocentricity, ethnocentricity, geocentricity, heliocentricity,
Were written into the original DNA source code,
Long before the will born of mind,
Began plying Darwinian truth to its own ends.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 461
Quantum Matrix
Quantum light.
Quantum sound.
Quantum vibration.
Quantum consciousness.
Quantum awareness.
Quantum mystery.
Quantum home.
I, Quantum.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 461
Suicide is Not Cheating
Suicide is not cheating death;
Only taking a hand in how it will happen,
Rather than lingering for a more tedious, painful finale.
Charon still earns his obol for yet another voyage across the river Styx.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 465
Specialization v. Generalization
Specialists often tend to be blind to many things outside their sliver of interest,
And generalists too wide-ranging to cultivate much depth in the immensity of theirs.
It can be a cannot-see-the-forest-through-the-trees, trees-despite-the-forest, chasm thing.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 466
Hell and Damnation
So many spending their existence trying to be good, trying to stay out of trouble,
Based on the contrived belief in an extremely jealous, vengeful deity,
That will see that they are eternally judged and punished,
If they fall short of the dogmatic mark.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 466
Many Called, Few Inclined
Much easier to worship idols,
Much easier to follow someone else’s law,
Than it is to perceive the timeless within for your Self.
Many are called; few are inclined.
So it goes.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 466
The Indivisible Truth
Despite the muddle humanity has in every way imaginable made of it,
How can it possibly be that all creation is not fashioned of the same source?
All the creeds ever devised across all eternity cannot negate this one indelible truth:
That the quantum in one is the quantum in all, and the quantum in all is the quantum in one.
No one possesses the ultimate indivisibility any more than anyone or anything else,
Regardless of the incalculable machinations of the undiscerning multitudes,
Given over to every imaginable paradigm under any given sun.
Do not be drawn into delusion by the fog of words.
Monkey-see-monkey-do is not bona fide.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 467
That Which is Prior to Consciousness
That which is prior to consciousness is awareness.
Awareness is timeless; consciousness, time.
Awareness is still; consciousness, movement.
Awareness is reality; consciousness, imagination.
It is what it is; nothing less, nothing more, nothing but.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 467
All You Are
All you are, all anyone or anything else is,
Is the timeless awareness playing out a pattern,
A blueprint, a design, an archetype, a genetic construct.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 467
Of a Philosophical Nature
Philosophers, students of existence that they are, ponder anything and everything.
No stone is left unturned, as many times as are needed to learn,
Whatever it is he/she is born to discern.
We are all seekers, seeking out one fate or another.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 468
What Are You?
What are you, but,
A historical collage,
An economic statistic,
An anthropological result,
A psychological adaptation,
A sociological paradigm,
A scientific curiosity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 468
Pandora in a Bottle
Consciousness is an evolutionary mutation of instinct.
The fruit of this garden world is knowledge.
Once it was plucked from the vine,
Once Pandora’s Box was opened,
Once the Genie was out of the bottle,
All the cards followed suit, all the dominos fell.
Much less about original sin than it is original separation.
The rub is reattaching the fruit, closing the box, corking the bottle,
Shuffling the cards, and somehow putting Humpty-Dumpty back together again.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 468
Perceiving the Mystery
Why would anyone be unable to see this mystery as anything but a spontaneous creation?
Why would anyone embrace any make-believe dogma, when none are essential?
Why would anyone adhere to a deity limited by any vain confabulation?
Why would anyone debate the fact that 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.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 469
Labels, Labels, and More Labels
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.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 469
Why Others Are Required
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.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 469
The Upshot of Patterns
Wisdom is the upshot of a great deal of pleasure, a great deal of pain, in every way imaginable.
It is the outcome of having witnessed patterns over and over enough,
To well anticipate their inevitability.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 470
Differences and Similarities
How similar we are in our differences; how different we are in our similarities.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 470
Law of the Club
Call it justice, call it revenge,
But some form of law will be kept,
By whoever possesses the fiercest club,
In whatever way the pendulum of time swings.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 470
Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum
This world is filled with great violence and chaos.
Most cannot afford a bodyguard, much less an escort,
So it is prudent to always be at the ready should need arise.
Si vis pacem, para bellum: If you want peace, prepare for war.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 470
The Evolution of Warfare
A fist is a stone is a club is a sword is a spear is an arrow is a bullet is a bomb is a missile.
In warfare born in the jungles, in the rivalries of long ago, the relativity of tool-making is all.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 470
The Unknowable Unknown
Every life form is of a seed line,
An eternal thread of life sowing new life,
All evolving from life’s origin, however it began,
To which speculation and conjecture proffer every answer.
That the unknown is forever unknowable does not seem to register.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 472
Science, the Student of Nature
Physics is physics, chemistry is chemistry, biology is biology.
Nature is what it is; the rubrics of the game are set.
Play well, or suffer the consequences.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 473
Zeroes, Zeroes & More Zeroes
How big is big? How small is small?
Scientists, mathematicians, and other bean counters,
Always adding zeroes to every end,
To what end?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 473
True Science
Science that does not flow with nature is not science.
Science that manipulates nature to unnatural ends is not science.
Science that generates mayhem and destruction upon the garden is not science.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 473
The Final Chapter
From the neurology of the primal brainstem, the dawn of consciousness,
Gradually evolved into the imaginary perception of a separate self.
The inherent collusion of a species on its journey of survival.
In the nothing more, nothing less, nothing but of it all,
The challenge is to move on to the final chapter,
To discern the unconditional singularity,
The origin of all things quantum.
Whether or not that will ever happen,
Will be in some far-future-stay-tuned telling.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 474
Why Not Every Day?
And why should not every day be rife with contemplation of the unknown?
Why should not every day, even in the tempest of great activity, be a day of rest?
What is it so many are striving to be, to prove, in this most astounding dream of time?
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 474
The Nature of Genius
A writer is precise with words,
A mathematician, with numbers,
An artist, with shape and color,
An athlete, with movement,
A musician, with notes.
Each its own genius.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 474
The Eye of Mystery
The eye of mystery is within all,
But it is the rare who seek and discern it,
And the rarer still, who become it.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 474
A Citizen of the Cosmos
Ultimately, the task is to move beyond flag-waving for some mind-made outcome,
And discern that you are really a resident, a citizen, of the cosmos, across all eternity.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 474
All for Nothing
You work so hard to become something in this world, in this manifest dream.
Challenging to realize, challenging to accept, that it was all for nothing.
The winds of vanity … nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 475
Where Differences Dissolve
The quantum clayness plays out any given genetic function,
Without judgment, without qualification, without rhyme or reason.
Consciousness is witness to the innumerable differences,
Awareness, to the indivisibility of the all.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 475
Who Can Out-Do Anyone?
Who can out-Wittgenstein Wittgenstein?
Who can out-Schopenhauer Schopenhauer?
Who can out-Aristotle Aristotle?
Who can out-Lao Tzu Lao Tzu?
Who can out-Heraclitus Heraclitus?
Who can out-Kafka Kafka?
Who can out-Buddha Buddha?
Who can out-Plato Plato?
Who can out-Yogananda Yogananda?
Who can out-Aristotle Aristotle?
Who can out-James James?
Who can out-Ram Dass Ram Dass?
Who can out-Ashtavakra Ashtavakra?
Who can out-Watts Watts?
Who can out-Marx Marx?
Who can out-Descartes Descartes?
Who can out-Patanjali Patanjali?
Who can out-Arendt Arendt?
Who can out-Nietzsche Nietzsche?
Who can out-Sartre Sartre?
Who can out-Locke Locke?
Who can out-Thoreau Thoreau?
Who can out-Emerson Emerson?
Who can out-Bacon Bacon?
Who can out-Descartes Descartes?
Who can out-Vonnegut Vonnegut?
Who can out-Krishna Krishna?
Who can out-Hume Hume?
Who can out- Ikkyū Ikkyū?
Who can out-Machiavelli Machiavelli?
Who can out-Comte Comte?
Who can out-Whitman Whitman?
Who can out-Rousseau Rousseau?
Who can out-Russell Russell?
Who can out-Hobbes Hobbes?
Who can out-Foucault Foucault?
Who can out-Kierkegaard Kierkegaard?
Who can out-Mill Mill?
Who can out-Confucius Confucius?
Who can out-Osho Osho?
Who can out-de Beauvoir de Beauvoir?
Who can out-Aquinas Aquinas?
Who can out-Carneades Carneades?
Who can out-Hess Hess?
Who can out-Diogenes Diogenes?
Who can out-Smith Smith?
Who can out-Parmenides Parmenides?
Who can out-Pascal Pascal?
Who can out-Chomsky Chomsky?
Who can out-Thales Thales?
Who can out-Wollstonecraft Wollstonecraft?
Who can out-Muhammad Muhammad?
Who can out-Shankara Shankara?
Who can out-Sina Sina?
Who can out-Derrida Derrida?
Who can out-Epicurus Epicurus?
Who can out-Kant Kant?
Who can out-Aurelius Aurelius?
Who can out-Socrates Socrates?
Who can out-Dewey Dewey?
Who can out-Aristotle Aristotle?
Who can out-Voltaire Voltaire?
Who can out-Hegel Hegel?
Who can out-Holshouser Holshouser?
Who can out-Plate Plato?
Who can out-Socrates Socrates?
Who can out-Heidegger Heidegger?
Who can out-Arendt Arendt?
Who can out-Zoroaster Zoroaster?
Who can out-Jesus Jesus?
Who can out-Camus Camus?
Who can out-Spinoza Spinoza?
Who can out-Krishnamurti Krishnamurti?
Who can out-philosophize the weight of history?
Hemmed in by the sages of the ages, we are, we are.
The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim, 2012, Page 475
(Revised and Expanded 2022)
All of Page 476
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, so late in the game, looking for a novel niche,
Something no one has, under the given sun, ever done.
Good luck with that.
* * * *
Krishna, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Zoroaster, Moses, Jesus,
Socrates, Aristotle, Muhammad, Confucius,
And on and on and yawn and yawn.
All clichés, 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.
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What is humankind but an assortment of strands of evolving-devolving chromosomes,
Rushing about in every way imaginable, often pretending all the while,
That its little play of consciousness is somehow important,
To a cosmos likely indifferent to its existence.
* * * *
Insight into the unknown has never been a group thing, and never will be.
Groupthink only muddles the truth of it into one absurdity or another.
* * * *
True religion, true belief, true faith, true conviction,
Is surrender to the beingness, the aloneness of the eternal moment.
There is no deity, no creed, no dogma, no groupthink.
It is for you, and you alone, to discover.
So simple, as to be discerned, in each and every breath.
* * * *
And to those who abide in the biblical framework,
What is the length of a day, what is the length of a night?
What is anything having to do with space-time,
To those harboring the eternal eye?
* * * *
Why would anyone ever be in denial about the good news,
That they were the quantum creator experiencing its creation?
* * * *
Dissolve back into the quantum womb of your origin.
Free of all desire for existence, free of all fear of existence,
Discern the unicity, be the unicity, prior to all born of imagination.
* * * *
Your body and mind are riddled with every sort of fear and worry,
The post-traumatic stress of the synergy of life’s ever-streaming currents,
Some soft, some harsh, but all sculpting you, as the winds of time do all things.
* * * *
Challenging, perhaps all but impossible,
Not to discern the sensory present through the countless filters,
The mind-body’s tree rings from a lifetime of abiding the dreamtime of the given universe.
Only the newborn perceives it for the kaleidoscoping unknown that it ever is,
And none for long as the mind steadily puts order to the chaos
Into which it has from oblivion been cast.,
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Pardon Me
Pardon me for inquiring, but why do some humans …
Seem to loathe nature and her many creations?
Become so determined to control others?
Go to such extremes to feel happy?
Believe gold so important?
Seem to delight in hurting others?
Partake in so many preposterous notions?
Corrupt the world with so many unproven creations?
Despise so many others simply because they abide by different values?
Become so vain about their bodies that they cloak them with every imaginable costume?
Focus on so many differences when there is so much more in common?
Acquire so much more than they could ever need or use?
Bear children in whom they have little interest?
Create a world so indigent and forlorn?
Learn so little from history,
And are so blind to its reckoning?
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The Buddha Mind
What is the Buddha mind, the eternal mind,
But the mind that thinks without thinking, sees without seeing,
Hears without hearing, smells without smelling, tastes without tasting, feels without feeling.
The sensory theater is but an ephemeral, ever-kaleidoscoping dream.
A quantum play, nothing more, nothing less.
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What Would It Have Been Like?
What would it have been like to only know a tiny slice of this garden world?
To have lived among a small group in forest, a valley, a prairie, a mountain, an island, a desert.
Communicating orally using a unique language spawned by the given geography.
Scratching out an arduous existence with nascent tools and weapons.
Wearing simple attire, living in caves or modest shelters.
Hunting, fishing, gathering, harvesting.
Consuming whatever the niche about you offered.
Gazing up at the boundless unknown in wonder, perhaps in dread.
Weaving stories, establishing traditions, rituals, customs; creating myths, legends, gods.
The prehistoric etchings of what we vainly call the modern, civilized world,
All in the same eternal moment it has always been, will ever be.
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An Eternal Game of Hide-and-Seek
We spend so much of our existence spouting over and over and over:
I am this … I am that … I am not this … I am not that … I am … I am … I am …
When in truth it has all along been the indivisible quantum nothingness,
Playing a timeless game of hide-and-seek with its Self.
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A Dystopian Nightmare to Extinction
How did we evolve into playing it out in such discordant fashion?
What is this monkey-mind need to believe in anything?
What is this insatiable craving for power, for fame, for fortune?
Here we are, somewhere near or past the summit of our brief history of time,
And where can it possibly go, but into some dystopian nightmare, on a sure road to extinction.
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A Solitary Existence
What would existence be like if you were completely alone for the rest of your life?
Whether in a valley, a forest, a mountain, a desert, a tundra, or an island,
What would it be like to never see another human being again?
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No Authority in the Here Now
No set of writings, no persona, no group,
Should ever be accepted thoughtlessly as some authority.
Everything should be approached vigilantly, rationally, with a critical eye.
You are captain of the given mind-body to which You are witness.
Take command of your helm, navigate your own course.
History has its station, but You are here now.
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What Is to Believe?
Breathe in the cosmos … breathe out the cosmos …
Breathe in the cosmos … breathe out the cosmos …
Breathe in the cosmos … breathe out the cosmos …
What is to believe?
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Immortal Aloneness
The mystery, the unknowable you truly are, is utterly anonymous.
Identity is but the temporal fabrication of consciousness,
Of imagination, and its secular attachment to form.
The source, the awareness, is prior to time, prior to mind,
And the rare who fully discern it, abide in the unassuming solitude,
The sovereign, unconditional, indivisible, immortal aloneness of eternal life.
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Blind Acceptance v. Rational Doubt
To accept blindly is foolish; to doubt rationally is prudent.
Why should you accept anything you have not discerned for your Self?
Why accept any fable, any myth, any legend, any folktale, any fairytale, any invention,
Without some reservation, some critical inquiry, some judicious oversight?
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What is the Point?
All religion, all science, all technology, are proving to be ultimately nonsensical.
What is the point, the raison d'être of all this knowledge, really,
If it only ends up in mayhem and annihilation?
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The Bounds of Natural Law
Why would you believe, beyond-the-pale-more-than-unlikely events, happened thousands of years ago,
When you have never once, witnessed anything outside the bounds of natural law?
All are folklore born in the forges of one groupthink or another,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
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The Blade of Discernment
Within the unfathomable immensity of the quantum matrix, endless fallacies flourish:
Mirages, hallucinations, illusions, visions, delusions, fantasies, figments.
Where the unreal is made real, form after kaleidoscoping form.
Where every Kansas is an Oz, and every rope a snake,
Until with a sharpened blade of discernment,
The Gordian Knot is cut, and all again real become.
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Death by Ennui
If you break down existence into its many parts, sub-parts, and sub-sub-parts:
Food, sex, work, play, cutting the nails, trimming the verge, agony and ecstasy, ad infinitum,
Going round and round in the same groove, doing the same old thing over and over,
What would really be so enticing about existing in some imaginary forever?
The manifest dream must renew its Self, else it will die of ennui.
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Regurgitating Absurdity
You really – despite a mind chock-full of so-called religious knowledge,
To which you cleave with such self-absorbed tenacity – do not know anything of the great unknown.
All you are doing is regurgitating the countless absurdities of universes forever undone,
Instead of fully living in the given right-here-right-now, free of all claims.
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The Nature of a Philosopher
As with any organism small to great born into this whirling garden world,
Human consciousness seeks out similar wavelengths within the spectrum of possibilities,
Thus preserving, spreading whatever perceptions, whatever memes, are harbored in the given mindset.
To discern one’s conditioning, and perchance to be free of it, or at least attentive to it,
Requires a skeptical, introspective nature of the highest order.
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The Wind of Mind
Those who know of you, shall remember both the good and bad about you,
But gradually, they will cease thinking about you, except in rarer and rarer moments,
Until all traces of you wash away, and you are forgotten completely,
As all things finite eventually are, and must ever be.
Vanity is but the wind of mind.
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The Consequences of Actions
How many things will you thieve before you discern the meaning of honesty?
How many deceptions will you spawn before you discern the meaning of integrity?
How many people will you harm or destroy before you discern the meaning of compassion?
How much life will you live before you realize every act ripples out far and wide?
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A Labyrinth With No Operator’s Manual
For any newborn, fresh from the womb, a whole agony-ecstasy existence underway,
And no operator’s manual to aid in the long and winding labyrinth.
Just a world chock-full of memes striving diligently,
To absorb them in endless absurdity.
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The Sculpting of Fate
What is birth but the beginning of a story, and death its end.
It is in the manifestation, the consciousness, that all creation unfolds.
For the newborn, not a care in the world – chaste awareness,
Witnessing the senses buzz away, slowly sculpting,
The chronicle, the legend, the fate ahead.
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Just Another Cancer
With all our so-called astuteness and aptitude,
To ultimately comport as mindlessly as any cancer,
Is irony and absurdity intertwined well beyond measure.
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Widgets of the Ordinary Sort
An examined existence is an unlikely probability,
In those whose thoughts been prompted by a dreary education,
Bent on shaping the given mind into a mundane widget of the ordinary sort.
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What Is the Point of Education?
What is the point of an education that does not inspire critical thinking?
What is the point of an education that does not inspire the mettle to inquire fully?
What is the point of an education that does not inspire the capacity to question everything?
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A Sensory Weaving
What are the sensory organs – eyes, ears, tongue, nose, flesh – of any mortal vessel,
But readers of the ever-streaming colors, flavors, tastes, smells, and textures.
What is any universe, but awareness witnessing the creative handiwork,
Of the mind’s rendering of the data, the nervous system weaves?
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Entirely Up to You
All the words and symbols, all the theories and speculations, mean diddly-squat.
It is up to you to perceive, on your own, all alone, for your Self,
The one and only You, prior to consciousness
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To Simply Be
What is it, to be completely vulnerable, spontaneous, without artifice?
To bear no vain notion, to merely exist, without concern or motive?
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The True Enemy
The mind caught in the web of friend and foe,
Will find the true enemy is the division within.
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No Bounds
Truth is truth, reality is reality,
Bound by neither light nor sound,
By neither form nor concept,
Bound by nothing in all.
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A Voice From the Wilderness
You may speak the truth clear as day,
But only those hungry for what is real,
Can hear a voice from the wilderness.
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The Blend of Contraries
Right begets wrong; wrong begets right.
Love begets hate; hate begets love.
Yes begets no; no begets yes.
Good begets bad; bad begets good.
White begets black; black begets white.
In everything, its contrary, waiting to bloom.
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Grasping an Enigma
The great tombs only show how fearful some can become,
In their vain attempts to grasp that which is but an enigma.
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Soon Enough
Enjoy your quickly fleeting youth as best ye may, for as long ye may,
For you will, if you manage to survive, be geezer or hag soon enough.
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On Playing the Game
Temporal existence is a game of sorts,
In which by being born you must in one way or another play a part.
A game in which you must somehow learn the written rules, as well as those never once uttered.
A game you must endeavor to play as well as your capacity and limitation allows,
For as long as the mind-body endures the agony and ecstasy of it,
Or at least for as long as it manages to interest you.
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Whimsicalities
The one-percenters and their minions will always find a way,
To make a dime on the whimsicalities of the bottom-feeders.
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Ever the Same Inexplicable Mystery
How attentive are you the garden world about you?
The birth, the death, and all the exquisite dancing between.
And all the befores, all the durings, all the afters,
Ever the same inexplicable mystery.
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What Is v. What Should Be
Like it or not, examining what is, is far more real,
Than spouting an endless array of what-should-be’s.
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Prior and Beyond
Look prior and beyond all religion,
And recognize for your Self the one and only Truth,
That you are That I Am; the source, the ground, the essence, its Self.
You are eternal, singular, sovereign, absolute.
There is no other.
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The Same Deity in All
Why would you believe some deity
Would be more interested in you than everything else?
You really think being a tree, an insect, a fish, or a bird, is any less absorbing,
Than all the inflated silliness, you are ever-managing to concoct?
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Witness to Everything
What agony, what ecstasy, it is to exist; every possible delight, every possible torment.
Each and every life form – across all space, across all time – experiencing a unique rendering.
And the awareness, prior to the quantum play, witnessing it all – right here, right now – in every way.
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If you were that which is mystery, and wanted to experience each and every one-of-a-kind creation,
How else to do it but by casting your Self center stage in each and every role?
It is, indeed, a god-eat-god, beyond-all-pales mystery.
And you are the mystery, in just one of its incalculable forms.
* * * *
No one is truly free in this mortal human paradigm.
Ultimately, all are bound by one frame of reference or another.
Bound by geography, culture, religion, language, gender, conditioning, events,
Capacities and limitations, ambition, opportunities, ad infinitum.
Like it or no, that is how the genetic lottery rolls.
* * * *
Timelines within timelines within timelines,
An indivisible quantum sea playing out a space-time relativity.
Everything written in the sands of ever-timeless time,
For you to discern as mind and heart allow,
In this very mortal walkabout.
* * * *
Who, what, why, when, where, how are you,
But imagination attached to its manifest dream.
Still the many thoughts the senses inspire,
And be the anonymous, faceless one.
* * * *
Someone spins a parable; the future calls it scripture.
And if enough join the cult, it may even become a religion.
Dogma and idolatry and persecution and mayhem, sure to follow.
* * * *
What is memory, but electrical impulses whizzing down neural trails?
What is emotion, but biochemical secretions oozing through membranes?
It is imagination’s translation of sensation, that navigates any given existence.
* * * *
So many families with unhappy, wretched sagas.
What is that worn adage about blood being thicker than water?
What might that mean, if twists of irony and paradox were to tinge the brew?
Is it thicker than the water of the womb? Is it thicker than the milk of the mother’s breast?
Or is it perhaps the blood bond, the mutual covenant between the truest of friends?
Are alliances we choose, more robust than the one into which we are born?
Is the blood-bond of friendship thicker than that of water and milk?
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All the so-called scriptures were written by seers and sages,
Really no different than anyone who has pondered existence before or since.
We are all cousins of the same puddle, responding to the life and times into which we are cast.
The geography, culture, language, technology, and on and on, are inevitably different,
But guaranteed, beyond all doubt, we are all very much the same monkey-mind,
And prior to that, very much the same quantum stardust of all creation.
It is but a veiled, temporal play, in which the myriad players,
Are, in the ultimate eternal reality, one in the same.
* * * *
Discerning eternal life takes a little more insight than mere belief teamed up with hope.
It is always right here, right now, but you must have the astuteness, the wit,
To realize, to perceive, that time is but a notion of consciousness,
Masking the eternal here-now, the majestic theater,
Within which all manifestation dances.
* * * *
How many books have been written since the advent of the printed word,
Most of which have been long lost, many likely all but unread.
So much thought, so much effort, and for what?
* * * *
What is this herd instinct to follow, to imitate, to duplicate?
Why would you ever need or want to mimic anyone else’s vanity,
When your own recital is surely more than absurd enough?
* * * *
Every mind imagines a world to which its nature-nurture,
Its capacities and limitations, its frame of reference, subscribes.
No one can be more or less than what the genetic lottery has allotted.
Any rubber band, no matter how elastic, can only stretch so far.
* * * *
Eternal life is the instinctual default for all life forms,
And though many creatures may exist with some sort of sense of time,
Humankind is so immersed in it, as to need religion and every other form of distraction,
To offset the pain and suffering that a mind, chock-full of memories, inspires.
* * * *
The extraterrestrials will have a great time exploring our relics, watching our movies,
And perusing all the bookstores and libraries that managed to stay open until the pithy end.
We will be big hit in some galaxy far, far away: the little green scholars and twelve-legged bards,
Will cast nets far and wide in every sort of speculation about humankind’s rise and fall.
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How would it be possible that You are not ultimately the same Me as Me, and Me the same You as You?
The same He as He, the same She as She, the same We as We, the same It as It, the same All as All
Identification with the mind-body is the pretense, the façade, the charade, of consciousness.
At the quantum fount, how can it be anything, but same all in one, the same one in all?
* * * *
Have you really, ever thought, said, or done anything all that different,
Than anything thought, said, or done countless dreamtimes before and since?
Perhaps, but likely ever so rarely, and really, naught but minor tweaks,
In the eternally evolving patterning spun of quantum stardust,
In the puddles and jungles of the unfolding long ago.
* * * *
What is the smallest small, what is the largest large,
And what are you if not the awareness, the nothingness,
The indivisibility, that weaves within and without all.
* * * *
How can there be happy endings,
When there is no conclusion to anything?
Perhaps happy process, but beginning and endings,
Are but the punctuation points of consciousness,
Caught in the filament of unfounded notion.
* * * *
How interesting it would be to know the stories,
Of all the things you have lost or sold or given away.
To know whether they are still being used and cherished,
Buried in some landfill, or a part of some collector’s potpourri.
* * * *
Human existence, as it is known,
Is about the accumulation of imaginary conceptions.
To release the mind that attains, is to relinquish all, to the eternal nowness,
The timelessness that is as near to the one and only ultimate reality,
As awareness, through mindfulness, is capable of realizing.
Only in a very serene mind, only in that awareness,
Can the mystery you truly are, be realized.
* * * *
You may believe all this the intentional working of some supreme-on-high deity,
But even if that is true, it must certainly be subject to the same force underwriting all.
Subject to the same evolutionary process, the same pool in which all attributes ebb and flow.
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That the cosmos, that You, exist at all, is beyond the scope of all rationality, all sensibility.
And yet why should the ultimate truth, not be forever impenetrable, unfathomable, inscrutable?
Why should it, how could it, ever be required or obligated, to make any sense whatsoever,
To any but the relatively rare few, inexplicably called to witness its indelible way.
* * * *
And in that oblivion, that obscurity, that emptiness, that gap, that space,
That abyss, that vacuum, that void, that nothingness,
That nada of awareness, You are.
* * * *
Unhook the engine, let loose all the baggage cars.
Be that sharp-cutting-edge, up-front-and-center awareness,
That which was never born, that which never dies,
That which You truly are and are not.
* * * *
Even if there is some on-high deity,
What need to constantly bow and scrape?
What need to tarry in guilt and self-loathing?
What need to again and again pray for forgiveness?
What need to beg for what is not freely given?
What need to give thanks even once?
What point projecting vanity,
Upon that which should have none?
* * * *
Real spirituality is a solitary endeavor.
If You are following some beguiling personality,
Or participating in some strain of intoxicating groupthink,
Rest assured that You need to push the reset button.
* * * *
What You do or say today,
In no way makes you duty-bound,
To play it the same in any given tomorrow.
It is nothing more than vanity that strikes a bargain,
That You incarnate the same persona from one day to the next.
* * * *
Be the world, the cosmos, everything You imagine it might contain.
Do not be held back by the innumerable limits of your given conditioning.
Stand alone, absolute, indivisible, inscrutable, the zenith of your panoramic view.
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At some point on some day after some tomorrow,
Consciousness, as humankind has portrayed it, will simply disappear.
And on and on the abiding earth will whirl, until the cosmic dominos fall, however they will.
And more likely than not, despite all science fiction to the contrary,
No alien species will ever come across all the residue,
Of our relatively transitory tenure.
* * * *
Of all the knowledge gleaned since the fruit of the garden was figuratively picked,
Your little set is but a speck of a bit of a tad of a drop of a crumb,
Of a trace of a fragment of a morsel of a smidgen,
And yet all of the all, all the while.
* * * *
You can likely carry on, despite what others think of you.
Unless, of course, they are willing to beat you up, enslave you, or even kill you,
In which case, you should probably tread lightly, or even run.
* * * *
Identity is a charade born of the monkey-mind in some long ago,
A mortal game that you are forced to play to one degree or another,
If you wish to survive for at least a modicum of mind’s potential.
* * * *
The only way any teacher ever becomes truly inspiring,
Is if he/she has at least one student earnestly seeking to learn.
For them to happen into each other, well, that, my friend, is the rub.
* * * *
We all have an individual worldview, a unique universe of our own making.
All are equally authentic in their own indelible, imaginary way.
And yet, all are created equally of the same origin,
The same inexplicable mystery.
There is no way it can ever be truly changed.
It may gradually evolve into something somewhat dissimilar,
But its roots will always harbor the conditioning of its nature-nurture beginnings.
* * * *
You see and hear and taste and smell and feel,
Through the mind-body filter, to which you are so attached.
The memes of dreamtime have molded you into a pattern you think you.
Only by discerning the indivisible awareness prior to the nature-nurture programming,
Can the essential, intrinsic freedom, of that which is timeless, that which is eternal life, be truly won.
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Witnessing the Mystery
The human paradigm, perhaps the paradigm of all manifest, conscious existence, created of awareness,
Is about consumption of the given sensory feed: sights, sounds, tastes, smells, textures.
Experiences of every imaginary scope, filling every conceivable moment.
Meditation is a state of beingness, less about consuming,
Than it is riding the kaleidoscoping wave,
Impassively witnessing the inexplicably timeless mystery,
That which has neither beginning nor end, cause nor purpose, rhyme nor reason.
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An Imaginary Veil
To discern the awareness prior to consciousness,
You must look prior to all the perceptions, all the memories,
Prior to all the thoughts drifting willy-nilly in the smoke of imagination.
Consciousness is but an imaginary veil, behind which is ever the essence You truly are.
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How Could It Be Anything Less?
As limited as any given manifestation must be to dream any existence,
The ultimate You – omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent –
Is within all creation and the space between.
Why would anyone imagine it to be anything less?
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The Web of Life
You very likely, are not at all concerned what happens to some seemingly insignificant life form,
In a tide pool or stream or valley or desert or mountain or ice sheet, in another corner of the world.
But, comprehend it or not, that web of life, of which absolutely everything is part, is why you exist.
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Every religion began as a sect, a cult, of supporters, of enthusiasts, of followers, of groupies,
Who worked very diligently to persuade others they were gatekeepers of the truth,
And should be acknowledged, venerated, and compensated accordingly.
* * * *
To all those who class themselves higher, greater, more substantial,
Know that behind your back, or after you have left the room,
There are many who snigger at your inflated absurdity.
* * * *
Are you really this form, this mind-body?
Or is it merely a vehicle for consciousness to play out its dream,
And you nothing more than a passenger, a witness;
Awareness, timelessly observing it all.
* * * *
Until you left the tranquility of the womb, there was no other.
And once you moved out into the roar of the world,
Consciousness began its sculpting,
And here you are.
* * * *
Why would it possibly matter what anyone thinks of you?
Be your sovereign universe, and allow others the same.
* * * *
To which modern time might we be referring?
All modernity has its moment in each and every mind,
And all are forever lost, the very instant they become memory.
* * * *
Humankind reached its first billion in 1804.
Its second billion in 1927.
The eighth was up and about by 2023.
Eight billion two-leggeds in just over two hundred years.
The total number who have ever livedis estimated to be a 100 billion or more.
How can any paradise ever hold up to such a feeding frenzy?
* * * *
Attitude is all.
With the flip-flop of a thought, sorrow becomes joy;
Bad, good; bitter, cordial; anger, calm; violent, gentle; arrogant, humble; sour, sweet; dark, light.
The remedy to a dualistic world, is the within that is within all withouts.
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We humans are all animals here,
Mammals with consciousness enough, with imagination enough,
To perceive the sensory play in such a way as to fabricate the notion, the absurdity, of individuality.
Animals with a beyond-the-pale aptitude for communication and tool-making.
But animals, nonetheless, animals, nonethemore.
* * * *
If you were in a jungle, and had not learned the means, the tools, necessary for your survival,
How long do you think others would share the boon of their skill in the hunt?
Every bird must abandon the nest, flying upon its own wing.
Anything less is not the Way of Eden.
* * * *
Why is every man not respected, venerated, as one would,
A grandfather, a father, an uncle, a brother, a husband, or a son?
Why is every woman not treated, respected, venerated, as one would,
A grandmother, a mother, an aunt, a sister, a wife, or a daughter?
What is it that makes our kind so callous toward strangers?
Why are we so caught up in the squalor of differences,
Rather than the common thread weaving all?
* * * *
This brief dream is likely just a one-shot dog and pony show,
In your mind-body’s, so very vain sliver of forever,
So, enjoy it as best ye may, while ye may,
For it will all be over sooner than soon enough.
* * * *
Even the most vile foe, is teacher to you, and you to s/he.
There is no occurrence that has not played its part,
In your reaching this moment in dreamtime.
You may not much care to offer heartfelt thanks,
But the truth of it, best be acknowledged for what it is.
* * * *
No one ever achieves excellence any first time,
Nor does anyone ever truly know everything about anything.
Attaining mastery always takes practice; the beginner is always a beginner.
* * * *
Go back to the You before the mortal body, and forward to the You after it has fallen away.
Of what importance is this ever-changing vessel, this vague set of imaginary notions, really?
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The addictive mind is an insatiable mind, a consuming force, obsessed with every possible extreme:
Food, sex, alcohol, drugs, religion, power, fame, fortune, materialism, greed ad infinitum.
A habitual, undisciplined, pride-filled mind, driven to debilitating dependency,
By what is really nothing more than a kaleidoscoping sensory theater.
Ever running from the aloneness, the stillness, the essence,
Of the indelible mystery permeating everything.
* * * *
Here You are – awareness, consciousness, imagination – timeless, right here, right now.
And really no answers to the questions: who, what, where, when, why, how.
Agnostically faking it the best you can, the modus operandi.
* * * *
Desire and fear and dread saturate the primordial roots of every human endeavor.
From the dark jungles, obscure and ominous, passion burned across the world.
* * * *
What is any history but what some storyteller’s imaginary frame of reference,
Coupled with the translation of your frame of reference.
Very dubious from the get-go.
* * * *
Who are you to argue with somebody who wants to believe in a deity,
That is as real as the Tooth Fairy or the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus?
* * * *
What is the body but a bag of perceptions,
Of memories, of desire, of fears, of ecstasies, of agonies,
All cavorting in eternity’s indivisible stillness, in every way imaginable.
* * * *
Why investigate and corroborate anything and everything to your satisfaction?
Because you are a scientist, and resolute, exacting reflection, is first and foremost.
* * * *
The future of Eden – relentlessly corrupted by the mind of humankind – daily unfolds.
The purity of its Darwinistic origin, forever tainted by the cancer it before time fostered.
* * * *
Nothingness is the timeless constant, within which, every imaginable variable –
Each and every one fashioned of the quantum essence and its ever-shifting nature –
Ever condenses and evaporates, like clouds in the sky, in its unborn-undying here now.
The mystery has been labeled by many names, to which, it has never even once answered.
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Pretend you are already dead.
Die to time, literally be here now, right here, right now.
As still as the morning dew, totally alone, eternally present, not a care in the world.
All knowledge vaporized, no family, no friends, no enemies, no problems.
No attachment to the agonies and ecstasies of the sensory feed.
Unequivocal negation of any and all assumptions.
No body, no identity, no possessions.
Just attentive awareness.
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.
* * * *
The awareness, the spirit, the soul, the essence, the mystery;
How can it be said to belong to anybody, if not everybody and everything?
In the raging sea of metaphors, it is all very much the same.
* * * *
What is any given mind but a set, a bag, an array, of programming.
A circulating loop of habituation, conditioning, brainwashing.
A frame of reference believing its thoughts real and true,
Its manufactured identity sacrosanct and enduring.
* * * *
How ludicrous to imagine that we really know anything,
That all our speculations mean diddly-squat,
That all our ceaseless wordplay,
Is any more than another form of wind.
* * * *
What are the shades of gray between black and white,
Good and bad, right and wrong, right and left, bitter or sweet,
Or any other dualistic notion born of the monkey-mind’s play of time?
* * * *
The difference between any you and any me, is all in our heads, is all in our minds.
Our perceptions, our imagination, our relentless emphasis on the ever-kaleidoscoping universe,
Playing out every timeless moment, bewildering us all with its inexplicable veil.
And who has the unshakable witness behind the curtain ever been,
But the same You that is Me, the same Me that is You.
* * * *
And if it is perchance in your cards to figure out this mystery of mysteries,
How far will you glean it? What will you say? What will you do?
How will you play this, what might be called, fate of fates?
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Every one the same quantum indivisibility playing the manifest theater real.
Every one the immortal essence peering through mortal eyes, feigning a mortal game.
Every one as free, as aware, as their shard of spirit demands, and mind allows.
* * * *
Those, whose destiny it is to become seers, ponder many things,
Until they gradually become aware of the foundation of consciousness itself,
And in that observant attentiveness to the awareness that never sleeps,
Their minds discern that from whence all things come and go,
And in that awareness merge back into the indivisibility,
Of the eternity that is, has ever been, will ever be.
* * * *
Is there any creature, any form, fashioned in this vast universe,
That does not journey to the conclusion of its paradigm?
All nature is naught but patterns within patterns,
All functions of the same choicelessness,
All programming of quantum design,
Indivisible within one and all for all eternity.
* * * *
The quantum indivisibility is sightless,
Soundless, senseless, odorless, and tasteless.
Only in consciousness does any universe appear real.
* * * *
If the world, if the universe, was truly real,
How could it, would it, every instant be changing?
Only you do not change, only you have ever been the same,
Only you have ever been the one and only you,
Awareness, witnessing a dream.
* * * *
The Tao, by whatever sound you call it, is always the same.
The same as when you were born, the same as when you die,
The same as before you were born, the same as after you die.
Life is a brief opportunity to view it the same while you exist.
* * * *
That quantum essence that you truly are cannot die, for it was never born.
You are eternity, the stuff of stars, come to life in a dreaming of time.
There is no who, no what, no where, no when, no why, no how.
You are the nothing more, the nothing less, the nothing but.
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