CXXXVIII
It is
enough to keep your own space intact.
* * * *
Minding
another’s business
Is the
hallmark of an inner desert.
* * * *
Every
thing,
No
thing.
* * * *
We are
all drug along in the wake of our fates.
* * * *
Nothing
profound,
And all
the more profound for it.
* * * *
Might
be they’ll remember you
As well
as you remember them.
We’re
all dreaming in self-absorption.
* * * *
Oxymoron
plus-plus
* * * *
Blood
may be thicker than water,
But
wouldn’t your rather drink a cup of water
Than a bowl
of blood any day?
* * * *
Some
pretty rude and cruel entities on this world.
* * * *
Bubbles
of time
Another
metaphor
Of the
play of mind.
* * * *
It will
be nice to let it all go someday.
* * * *
Uncurl
you fingers from the comfort
Of the
pages you turn and turn again.
* * * *
How
ironic that a garden world created over billions of years
Is being
turned into a garbage dump in only a few thousand.
* * * *
What a
challenge the duality.
* * * *
Is who
you are pretending to be
Who you
really are?
* * * *
Wafting
through eternity,
A
rainbow quickly fading.
* * * *
Don
Quixote didn’t have a Stinger missile.
* * * *
Another
batch of details takes form.
* * * *
You
only know what know,
And how
much is that, really?
* * * *
There
is no identity in the nowness.
* * * *
Like
the bee that lost interest in flowers.
* * * *
Can the
human species destroy the world
And
survive its own creation?
* * * *
For
something to be created,
Something
else must first be destroyed.
* * * *
Will any
mind that truly questions
Ever be
satisfied with any answer?
* * * *
Hoping
something, believing something,
Does
not mean you know something.
* * * *
Wisdom
is just seeing
What’s
coming down the pike
Before
its arrival in time.
* * * *
Why
would any respectable higher power
Ever
require you to believe in its existence?
Would
you demand a microbe have faith in you?
Why
would any truly powerful entity ever be so vain?
And why
should you ever feel compelled
To
abide any twisted absurdity?
* * * *
There
is no continuity but what thought concocts.
* * * *
Your
have every right to be content.
* * * *
So easy
to discount another’s existence.
* * * *
A piece
of paper and a few initials behind your name
Does
not make you a better human being.
* * * *
Can you
listen to the insight
Without
following the teacher?
Why
surrender to a form?
* * * *
What
mysteries play out in this vast universe?
Everything
you can possibly imagine
And
well beyond more.
Infinity
is, after all, infinite.
* * * *
The dike
we have built
To hold
back the depths
Cannot
forever stand.
And woe
unto those
Who
cannot swim.
* * * *
Each
moment, entirely new,
Is tied
together by the figment of time
As
fabricated by the windy mind.
* * * *
What
tape plays in your head
Over
and over and over and…?
* * * *
So
amazing what we must all endure
To
participate in this grand theatre.
* * * *
Snobbery
is such shallow vanity.
* * * *
What
kind of world will it be for those who survive?
* * * *
Why is
it some see so clearly
That to
which so many are eternally blind?
* * * *
From
your Self you can run,
But you
cannot hide.
* * * *
Real
leaders look out for times long past their own.
* * * *
"What’s
the point?" down the canyon.
"Heck
if I know," the echo replied.
* * * *
No
matter how much you think you know,
You
will ever never really know anything.
* * * *
Ironic
how ignorance always seems to win.
* * * *
The
infinity of eternity begins within.
* * * *
Courage
is not always easy to muster.
* * * *
No
matter how far forms may go,
All
spring from the same formless nature.
* * * *
There
is no escaping it.
* * * *
Unless
the body can somehow destroy it,
The
cancer inevitably kills the host,
Destroying
itself in the process.
* * * *
What
can you ever hope to change
When
the dominant group
Is
absurdly insane?
* * * *
But it
sells,
And
that seems to be
All
that counts.
* * * *
Supposing
you have lived a few trillion lives,
What
were you before the first one?
What
will you be after the last?
* * * *
The
scariest part about this nightmare
Is that
we all believe it so completely.
* * * *
Can a
woman ever see the world for what it is?
* * * *
How
much longer will you play that recording?
* * * *
Ignorance
abounds.
* * * *
From
the point independent of all others,
You see
the truth for what it is
And
what it is not.
* * * *
If
these thoughts are true,
They
will be fathomed by those capable of seeing.
But
they will always merely be thoughts,
And
eventually will be lost in time
As all
words inevitably are.
* * * *
Time is
the real enemy.
* * * *
Just
another nail in the old coffin.
* * * *
Funny
how quickly love transforms into hate.
* * * *
And you
parted, both knowing
You’d
never see each other again.
* * * *
Who can
see the sun?
* * * *
Another
time of reflection
On the utter
meaninglessness of it all.
* * * *
Undervalued,
Misunderstood,
Unappreciated,
Disowned,
Disappointing.
Alas,
alas, alas, alas.
How
alone even angels must be.
* * * *
You owe
me as much as I owe you,
Which
is nothing.
* * * *
Light
reflects upon the play of dust,
And we
call it form.
* * * *
Life
writes these meandering pages.
So many
thoughts,
To what
end? you wonder.
* * * *
Another
moment turns to ash
Burned
by the transience of time.
* * * *
The
caged animal
Savages
your hand and arm
Even as
you try to free it.
* * * *
Isn’t
fate strange?
* * * *
Rest
easy in the abyss.
* * * *
When ancients
came together at the forum,
Were
there assignments and tests,
Or was
learning enough?
How
wearing
The
burden of measurement.
* * * *
Another
bridge burns.
No
going back that road.
* * * *
What a
badly written play.
* * * *
Suicide
is just saying no to more.
* * * *
Amazing
what pain so many would endure
For
just another day, another month,
Another
year, another lifetime.
* * * *
Don’t
argue with me, just wake the fuck up.
* * * *
But for
perception,
None of
this would occur.
* * * *
There’s
nothing you can do about it.
* * * *
The
universe is your expanding imagination.
* * * *
So
sorry, Charlie.
* * * *
How
many really want to die?
* * * *
Reality
has no need of solutions
Because
there was never really a problem.
* * * *
What a
strange life.
* * * *
In a
thankless world,
Even
applause seems hollow.
Impossible
to please such dissatisfaction.
No
matter what you try to do, it will never be enough.
If
you’re lucky, it will please your mother.
* * * *
Probably
only a few would ever
Understand
everything you say,
And
what does even that matter?
* * * *
"What’s
the point?" someone asked.
"Heck
if I know," the answer.
* * * *
Take a
free energy break.
* * * *
If
there is a god,
Please
let if be one
That
will leave you be.
* * * *
The
only thing blinding you to Eden’s presence
Is you.
* * * *
Sometimes
you’ve just got
To put
the world down
And
take a break.
* * * *
Just
echoes of the same voice.
* * * *
Loyalty
to a ladder?
Are you
kidding?
* * * *
All
around you,
So many
voices,
All the
same one.
* * * *
Do you
have the insight, the vision, the discernment,
Of
which those who would be Buddha are cast?
* * * *
Everyone
clinging to their little piece.
* * * *
Believing
something false to be true never makes it so.
* * * *
Humor
is a great way to detox the mind.
* * * *
We are
all the same body.
* * * *
Leave a
clean wake.
* * * *
No
beginning, no ending, only process.
* * * *
The oppression
of the Greeks, the Romans,
Of all
the many histories born of mind,
Daily
plays its burdensome game.
* * * *
Ironic
how the mainstream
So
often embraces that image
Which
would repulse them in person.
* * * *
So you
deny your madness.
* * * *
The old
theory-versus-application game.
* * * *
Free
will is given such a narrow margin.
* * * *
Wrath
suffers the boundaries of its explosive limits.
* * * *
Is
there anything more empty than a politician’s promise?
* * * *
Free
will is a highly illusive assumption.
* * * *
A
curmudgeon’s magical mystery tour.
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The Stillness Before Time (Compendium)
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