Leftovers

 

Leftovers

 

 

Neither forward nor backward, right nor left, up nor down, the eternal moment is,

Without order or sequence or arrangement or succession or classification.

Without beginning or end, or anything between and betwixt.

The continuum, the chaos, we call space and time,

Is all happening right here, right now.

Naught but quantum mirage.

 

* * * *

How much You missed before You were born.

How much You will miss after You disintegrate.

How much You missed while You were alive.

 

* * * *

An infant exits the womb, tabula rasa.

The growing child takes to it to zen mode.

At some point, You imagine an imaginary you.

And perhaps, if You are called, if You are steadfast,

Back towards the pathless zen, and maybe even,

If it truly calls You, tabula rasa, once again.

It is a quest few seek, much less attain.

 

* * * *

My moment, my right-here-right-now, is the same as your moment, your right-here-right-now.

My moment, my right-here-right-now, is the same as his moment, his right-here-right-now.

My moment, my right-here-right-now, is the same as her moment, her right-here-right-now.

My moment, my right-here-right-now, is the same as their moment, their right-here-right-now.

My moment, my right-here-right-now, is the same as our moment, our right-here-right-now.

The eternal moment is playing out before the sensory field of every life form across the cosmos.

 

* * * *

Those thinkers, those mystics, those seers, those sages, who wander alone,

Might well be called the tribeless of one, a lost and unknowable tribeless, to be sure.

Solitary wolves, ensnared in the web of their minds, with all their philosophical assumptions.

Perhaps quite unable to get along for long, with all their legalistic gobbledygook.

 

* * * *

 The seeds of doubt find home in the fertile soil of critical thinking,

And are squandered upon those who lack the infrastructure required.

 

* * * *

There is no time like the present,

Because time is just imagination pretending itself real.

And only the moment is both real and unreal.

Space-time is but quantum illusion,

And You, its observer.

 

* * * *

The human species generally loathes differences,

But familiarity, sooner or later breeding contempt,

Is one pretty sure catalyst, You can always count on.

 

* * * *

Do not be fooled by dishonesty, by falseness, by lying, by deceit, by insincerity.

It is easy to be beguiled by charlatans and swindlers and pretenders and quacks.

 

* * * *

Every life form is completely alone for all eternity, all equally created of the same ineffable mystery.

Everyone wanders – a labyrinth, a maze, a frame of reference, a muddle – of their own imaginary design.

Philosophical inquiry by those who answer the call of eternity, is rarely without great time and effort.

How can there be a point, when the moment passes too quickly, for one to land, much less stick.

 

* * * *

Eternity is the tabula rasa, the clean slate of the ubiquitous moment.

You are eternity; You are the absolute awareness in all creation.

You are the one and only indelible moment eternity has ever been.

Discern the tabula rasa of a still mind; of mind, prior to consciousness.

 

* * * *

Everyone wanders, everyone meanders, everyone roams,

A labyrinth, a maze, a frame of reference, a muddle,

Of their own nature-nurtured imaginary design.

 

* * * *

Every life form is unutterably alone for all eternity.

All equally created of the same unfathomable mystery.

 

* * * *

How can there be any point, any meaning, any purpose, any raison d'être,

When the eternal moment passes far too quickly, for anything to land, much less stick?

Only memory, only imagination, allows the dream to play out the quantum illusion of space and time.

 

* * * *

Here You are right here, right now, timelessly eternal; nothing before or since has ever happened.

You are eternity witnessing a touchy-feely dream; nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

The known can never attain the unknown; the mind can never attain the no mind.

 

* * * *

The quantum matrix has no limits, allows all things, is without precedent,

Is without any borders or boundaries of imaginary notion.

How quickly everything becomes its memory.

 

* * * *

The man who suffers, suffers because he dips his toe in and out of the pool of awareness.

What a challenge to harbor in the quietude of totality’s moment,

When the world calls again and again.

With every temptation imagination has to offer.

 

Breadcrumbs 2024

 

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In the last two verses of the sixteenth chapter of the Ashtavakra Gita, Ashtavakra wrote of the dilemma.

Below are nine translations, all blogged, with links posted on The Stillness Before Time website.

 

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In Bitten by the Black Snake, The Ancient Wisdom of Ashtavakra, Manuel Schoch translates it:

 

If you desire liberation but you still say mine, if you feel you are the body,

you are not a wise man or a seeker; you are simply a man who suffers.

 

Unless you forget everything, you will never live in your heart.

 

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In A Duet of One, The Ashtavakra Gita Dialogue, Ramesh S. Balsekar translates it:

 

He who seeks enlightenment as an individual seeker, and still is identified with the body,

is neither a jnani nor a yogi, and suffers misery.

 

Unless everything is totally forgotten, you cannot be established in the Self,

even if Shiva, Vishnu or Brahma be your preceptor.

 

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In Ashtavakra Gita, A New English Version, Bart Marshall translates it:

 

16.10

He who claims liberation as his own,

as an attainment of a person,

is neither enlightened nor a seeker.

He suffers his own misery.

 

16.11

Though Hara, Hari,

or the lotus-born Brahma himself instruct you,

until you know Nothing,

you will never know Self.

 

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In Ashtavakra Gita, John Richards translates it:

 

He who is proud about even liberation or his own body, and feels them his own,

is neither a seer nor a yogi. He is still just a sufferer. 16.10

 

If even Shiva, Vishnu, or the lotus-born Brahma were your instructor,

until you have forgotten everything you cannot be established within. 16.11

 

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In Ashtavakra Gita, Akhandanand Saraswati translates it:

 

10.

A person who has the pride of being a Mukta (liberated soul)

and also has mamataa (attachments) for his body,

is neither a Yogi nor a Gnani. He is eligible only for dukha.

 

11.

Even if Shivaji, Bhagwan Vishnu, or Brahma were to give you a sermon,

you cannot attain svaroopa-sthiti (the state of being established in your Self)

unless and until you forget everything.

 

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In Ashtavakra Gita, Hari Prasad Shastri translates it:

 

10.  He who has a feeling of “I-ness” even for release, and retains his body-consciousness,

is neither a wise man nor a spiritual aspirant.

His lot is suffering.

 

11.  Even though Shiva, Vishnu, or Brahma instruct thee,

unless thou regardest the world as unreal, and dismisses all sense of egotism,

thou will not become established in thine own nature (the Self).

 

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In Ashtavakra Gita, Vedic Scriptures translates it:

 

One who wants liberation and is also attached to his body,

is neither knowledgeable nor yogi.

He just suffers. 10

 

Unless you forget everything else, you will not be established in self,

even though Shiva, Vishnu or Brahma themselves teach you. 11

 

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In Astavakra Samhita, An Interpretation of the Ashtavakra Gita, Ananda Wood translates it:

 

16.10

 

Whoever still has ego’s pride

in liberation, or who feels

a sense of ‘mine-ness’ toward body,

cannot rightly be a sage

(who is established in plain truth)

nor yet a yogi (joining back

into unchanged reality).

 

Each person, claiming pride or ‘mine-ness’,

thus partakes in suffering

that makes true self seem compromised.

 

16.11

 

No matter what great ‘Lord’ or ‘God’

may somehow be invoked to teach

you anything, you won’t by this

stand independent in your self.

 

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In The Heart of Awareness, A Translation of the Ashtavakra Gita, Thomas Byrom translates it:

 

10.

If you desire liberation,

But you still say “mine,”

If you feel you are the body,

You are not a wise man or a seeker.

 

You are simply a man who suffers.

 

11.

Let Hari teach you,

Or Brahma, born of the lotus,

Or Shiva Himself!

 

Unless you forget everything,

You will never live in your heart.

 

* * * *

Another working day.

Another holiday.

Another haircut.

Another shave.

Another manicure.

Another shower.

Another steak.

Another drink.

Another walk.

Another workout.

Another smog check.

Another invoice.

Another movie.

Another class.

Another concert.

Another bookstore.

Another shopping atoll.

Another argument.

Another injury.

Another death.

Another piss.

Another shit.

Another fuck.

Another routine.

Another tax filing.

 

… Another … Another … Another …

 

And what is the point of being tortured for all that?

 

* * * *

In witnessing others,

You see what power does.

You see what fortune does.

You see what fame does.

 

Do You really want that for your Self?

 

* * * *

Amniotic fluid

Bile

Blood

Blood plasma

Brain

Cerebrospinal fluid

Chyme

Ears

Ear wax

Eyes

Feces

Glycocalyx

Hair

Interstitial fluid

Lymph

Mucus

Nails

Nerves

Nose

Organs

Phlegm

Pus

Saliva

Semen

Skin

Sweat

Synovial fluid

Tears

Tongue

Urine

Vaginal lubrication

 

Is this really what You are?

 

* * * *

The only way vanity and greed can be brought into more moderate ground,

Is if You rein in the imagination firing up the mind-body's potential passions.

 

* * * *

In the same way You would not say, You are a car driving about,

In the same way You would not say, You are a bicycle meandering along,

In the same way You would not say, You are a building standing on some corner,

In the same way You would not say, You are any vehicle, any medium, any intermediary,

You are not the mind-body from whence senses peer, the dreamtime to which You are so attached.

You are the ineffable, pure awareness permeating all things, witnessing all things.

You are the nothing more, the nothing less, the nothing but.

 

* * * *

What others may or may not think of You, why would it matter?

And what control do You have over any other mind, anyway?

Rest assured, dreamtime forgets everything sooner or later.

 

* * * *

Nothing to do.

Nothing to be.

Nothing to see.

Nothing to feel.

Nothing to taste.

Nothing to smell.

Nothing to hear.

Nowhere to go.

But right here,

Right now.

 

* * * *

Hard to debate someone, who will not, cannot, look at, or listen to,

Something, anything, their given frame of reference does not allow.

 

* * * *

As you walk down any retail isle anywhere upon this spinning pale blue dot,

Ponder all the time, all the decisions, all the inventions, all the labor, all the transport,

It took – oftentimes, from across the world – to get all those products to market.

 

* * * *

Seek and You shall find whatever You have the capacity to find.

More than a little likely something relatively close,

To the nature-nurture of origin.

 

* * * *

Everyone wanders, everyone meanders, everyone roams,

A labyrinth, a maze, a frame of reference, a muddle,

Of their own nature-nurtured imaginary design.

 

* * * *

Are the need, the want, the craving, for meaning and purpose,

Anything more than vanity and greed (a.k.a., narcissism and hedonism),

Playing out the same-old declarations, in any given mind-body,

On any given stage, all across this given pale blue dot.

 

* * * *

The natural selection of the mystery-given intelligence, the potential in every seed line,

Is how You are in the unfathomable, indivisible, right here, right now,

Playing out your version of the same eternal process.

Such is the nature of all creation.

 

* * * *

the endless expanse, there are an infinity of quantum-matrix truths,

But there is only one Truth, there is only one The Way It Is.

And it is not the infinity of quantum matrix truths.

It is the infinity of quantum matrix truths,

All relative, in the one and only.

The ethereal, in which illusion frolics.

The mystery, in which You, alone, ever are.

 

* * * *

These frail mortal bodies often end up becoming torture units.

The absence of pain can become the last consolation,

In the inevitable decline and fall of pleasure.

In the ecstasies and agonies of this brief existence,

The oblivion, the liberation, of death, is the final reprieve.

 

* * * *

To quietly, anonymously meander as though dead,

As detached, as indifferent, as nondescript, as the long departed,

Is the grand challenge for those who long, who hunger, for the ultimate liberation.

Those who seek to merge, back into the eternal moment, they truly are, have ever been, will ever be.

That which is the ineffaceable, indivisible, unfathomable, immeasurable, ineffable mystery.

It is the return to the awareness, to the tabula rasa, masked by imaginary notion.

 

* * * *

A smorgasbord, a potpourri, a motley, a miscellany, a jumble, a mishmash, a medley,

For which few genuinely seek, for which few truly hunger.

Take it, or leave it, You decide.

 

* * * *

The ever-present mind-body,

Fabricates an imaginary continuity,

That has no ultimate reality, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

To believe in a deity or deities,

You must first imagine divinity,

And then imagine it real and true.

 

* * * *

Any given life form's universe,

Can only be what its senses perceive.

The electromagnetic spectrum is like that.

Such is the quantum dreamtime for all creation.

 

* * * *

The evolution of consciousness, the theater of imagination,

Is but a biological phenomenon in the continuum of the quantum matrix.

Naught but a relatively brief flurry in the unfathomable vastness of eternity’s mystery.

 

* * * *

The reality, the truth, of most every quantum mind,

Is that most every neural network considers its version real and true,

And generally, a version much more real, a version much more true, than anyone else's.

It is the great irony, the great paradox, underlying all human consciousness,

Since its evolution in the jungles and savannahs of long ago.

 

* * * *

How deftly, skillfully, adroitly, nimbly, precisely, adeptly, neatly, dexterously,

The genesis, the creation, every moment progresses in its deterministic fashion.

 

* * * *

Retaining vulnerability in a dreamtime that requires so much armor,

Both physical and psychological, is an every-moment stoic challenge.

 

* * * *

For You to be reading, to be pondering, anything in these many pages,

Means that it resonates with your inner vision of this mystery theater.

All are drawn to whatever suits their ever-expanding frame of reference.

And if this is your moment to embrace the totality, these words are for You.

 

* * * *

Death will alleviate the weight of all your woes, all your problems, all your suffering.

The only real question is, whether or not You undertake it before the final wheezing breath.

As Albert Camus wrote: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide.

 

* * * *

Religions across all times, all places, are for those prone to delusion.

Those wallowing in vanity and greed, those absorbed in narcissism and hedonism,

To play out the ceaseless, insatiable, childish hereafter fantasies,

Cautioned about in 1 Corinthians 13:11:

 

When I was a child,

I spoke like a child,

I thought like a child,

I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man,

I put aside childish things.

 

How many true believers will never realize,

Who or what that thinker was talking about?

 

* * * *

The mind is akin to the monkey's fist and the baited coconut,

Wherein releasing whatever thought is at hand, sets it free.

Until the next thought garners the willy-nilly of attention.

The empty mind, the no-mind, is its own compensation.

 

* * * *

Is human existence, perhaps all existence, really about anything more,

Than consuming, devouring, whatever inclination and opportunity allow?

 

* * * *

All these things You have done, this knowledge You have absorbed, this wisdom You have gleaned,

What point to it all, really, when the Reaper one day shows up at the final breath, and it is all erased.

 

* * * *

To what degree does anyone awaken, in a mystery that is immeasurably immaculate?

To what degree does anyone awaken, in a dream that is nothing more than quantum illusion?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when they are totally alone in a pristine state of awareness?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when every mind is but a neural network of ecstasies and agonies?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when every mind is a solitary invention, an absolute handiwork?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when within their sensory theater, they are sovereign witness?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when tribal associations and alliances no longer hold sway?

To what degree does anyone awaken, when every mind is but an imaginary frame of reference?

And to what degree does any degree prevail, when no degree exists in this indivisible matrix?

 

* * * *

To detach all the psychological traumas from all the physical traumas,

Is the inner work, the contemplation-slash-meditation,

Of those who would be liberated.

 

* * * *

In the ever-present eternal moment,

Of this ineffable kaleidoscoping quantum matrix,

You are born, You die, unborn-undying all the indelible while.

Like a passing cloud, with neither before nor after,

Dreaming through the spacious sky.

 

* * * *

Every idea born of the mind, every idea born of imagination,

Has never been real, has never been in this world,

As anything more than a concept, anything more than a notion.

Any manifestation, any appearance, any fruition, into the quantum dreamtime,

Has always demanded some form of exertion, some form of effort, some form of elbow grease.

 

* * * *

all the desire, ponder all the fear,

All the dread, all the anger, all the passion, all the everything,

That has played out in your allotted eternal moment.

Is there really any rhyme or reason to it?

And why need there be?

 

* * * *

Any existence is chock-full of ups and downs.

The challenge is to stoically endure them,

With as much equanimity as possible.

 

* * * *

Morphing into the cosmic state,

Morphing into the quantum state,

Morphing into the pure awareness,

Is fully heeding the timeless moment.

Full attending the ineffability of eternity.

 

* * * *

Every creature ever born occupies itself as fate has allotted its nature-nurture algorithm.

It does not really matter how, for ultimately it is all the same mystery, playing out illusion.

 

* * * *

one might not help but wish them well,

As far as continuity of the lineage of their genetic material is concerned,

Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transgenders, queers,

Are failed mutations.

 

* * * *

Awareness knows no desire.

Awareness knows no fear.

Awareness knows no dread.

Awareness knows no anxiety.

Awareness knows everything.

Awareness knows nothing.

 

* * * *

For as long as you feel.

For as long as you see.

For as long as you hear.

For as long as you taste.

For as long as you smell.

For as long as You breathe.

For as long as You awaken.

For as long as You sleep.

Until death do You part.

 

* * * *

Somehow, imagination got up and running, and has not stopped since.

And it will all be very quickly forgotten whenever extinction is achieved.

Do not be betting that human vanity and greed will long infect this dust ball.

 

* * * *

Power can become a prison.

Fortune can become a prison.

Fame can become a prison.

Life can become a prison.

A free life is not for all.

 

* * * *

The nothingness of awareness distinguishes all,

The nothingness of awareness realizes all,

The nothingness of awareness is all.

 

* * * *

Who is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

What is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

Where is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

When is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

Why is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

How is the seeker questing for the nothingness prior to all questing?

 

* * * *

What is the point of growing old?

Of enduring a decrepit body and mind,

That can no longer tolerate the hedonisms,

That make temporal existence worth enduring.

A body that can no longer do or remember squatola,

And is daily facing a swelling array of pains and bothers.

 

The twelve hallmarks of aging outlined in a paper by:

López-Otín, Blasco, Partridge, Serrano, and Kroemer,

Scientifically gobbledy-gooked into three categories:

 

Primary

 

… genomic instability …

… telomere attrition …

… epigenetic alterations …

… loss of proteostasis …

… disabled macroautophagy …

 

Antagonistic

 

… deregulated nutrient-sensing …

… mitochondrial dysfunction …

… cellular senescence …

 

Integrative

 

… stem cell exhaustion …

… altered intercellular communication …

… chronic inflammation …

… dysbiosis …

 

* * * *

So amazing what all life endures.

All for what sum totals nothing more,

Than touchy-feely, narcissistic hedonism.

An imaginary dream of beyond-epic proportion.

 

* * * *You are, the one and only mystery, the one and only truth, the one and only eternity.

Whether or not You see it, whether or not You agree with it, it is, in this eye,

The way it is, the way has always been, the way it will always be.

 

* * * *

If worldly success beckons you,

If narcissism and hedonism are your thing,

And your vanity and greed gush forth without bounds,

You have happened into the definitive matrix.

A Twilight Zone, with nary a limit.

 

* * * *

That which is God is not alive; that which is God not dead.

That which is God is unborn; that which is God is undying.

 

* * * *

Is it on the agnostic/atheist,

To prove some deity does not exist,

Or the true believer, to prove he/she/it does?

Dogma, faith, belief, conviction, hope, are not proof.

Nor are majestic houses of worship, nor copious congregations.

 

* * * *

To be the nothingness prior to consciousness, to be the nothingness prior to imagination,

Is the challenge of the awareness, the challenge of the mystery, the challenge of the eternity,

That You truly are, that You truly have ever been, that You truly will ever be,

In the timeless, unborn, undying, right here, right-now moment.

 

* * * *

Nothing firsts, nothing lasts.

You are the first, You are the last.

Everything and nothing, all the while.

A continuum, ever continuing.

The moment, unending.

Eternity, nowing.

 

* * * *

Why the search for the nothingness prior to all the searching?

Cease all questing, be still, be silent – and voila! – there You are.

Perfect awareness, basking in its eternal right-here-right-now moment.

Timeless, unborn, undying, indivisible, indelible, unfathomable, ineffable.

 

* * * *

All have their very own right-here-right-now eternal moment, which some have called eternal life.

Only very persevering spirits, replete with every variety of capacity and limitation,

Give themselves over the doubt, to the focus, to the discipline,

That the solitary path less traveled requires.

 

* * * *

The human mind is an ineffably, indelibly, insatiably curious mind,

And history, its long and winding trail, of astonishing ecstasies and horrific agonies.

How far and wide will it meander, before its inevitable extinction,

Is a story that will be witnessed, likely never told.

 

* * * *

… I am nature … you are nature … everything is nature …

… nature is mystery’s expression … everything is mystery’s expression …

… there is no me … there is no you … there is no other … we are all that which is mystery …

… only imagination deceives you, blinds you, into believing otherwise …

… you are as free as you please, if you so choose …

 

* * * *

The limitations of mind were likely so much more obvious,

Before we devised all the concepts, all the sounds,

To cloak it in the miasma of imagination.

 

* * * *

What is going to happen to all your all-powerful deities,

And all your paradises, and all your hells, and all your purgatories,

When our little star, devours our little dust ball, in that moment’s future past.

Sooner or later, even your gods gotta die, and where will You be then?

 

* * * *

Perhaps, try to grasp how little, anyone in your life, much less the world, thinks about you.

And whether or not, some deity or deities, masters of heavens and hells, do at all,

Is but imaginary conjecture of the delusional-beyond-absurdity variety.

 

* * * *

What anything means to me, will very likely not mean the same thing to you.

‘Tis the nature of imagination, to imagine such impossibly different universes.

 

* * * *

A picture may well be worth a thousand words.

But as many more are well worth ten thousand steps.

What need to seek when you are already that which is found?

 

* * * *

There is nothing to give.

Nothing is there to give.

I have nothing to give.

You have nothing to give.

We all give and take nothing.

 

* * * *

Curiosity is an unending, cavernous yawn,

Filling the mind with every variety of trivia.

 

* * * *

Depending how You view your imaginary world,

The limitations of imagination are few and far between,

The limitations of imagination are many and not far between.

Give it up, for the anarchy, the quagmire, of this sensory dreamtime.

 

* * * *

If there are other dimensions all about us, or in spaces and times far distant,

Will likely never be for us to know, in any meaningful, delineating way.

Even with the discerning eye of science, we can just barely perceive,

Our smidgen of a 0.0035 percent of the electromagnetic spectrum.

And though technology accelerates exponentially every day,

It will never achieve more than the limits of imagination.

 

* * * *

All the everything that You carry in your mind,

Might be much less a burden, much less a daily trial,

If You just assumed, none of it ever happened.

The tabula rasa is yours for the being.

 

* * * *

As a bee is to the scent of a budding flower,

The mind is to the dreamtime of wily imagination.

Buzzing about with a detached mind is ever the challenge.

 

* * * *

It is only desire and fear, vanity and greed, that make you, allow you,

To think, to hope, to believe, to pray, there is more than one existence.

That there is some deity or deities, on high, tabulating your every move,

With their heavens and hells and purgatories, their carrots, their sticks,

Promoted by some cult, cultivated by some charismatic middleman.

Rest assured, the only question, the only answer, is whether or not,

You are naive enough, heedless enough, inane enough, to believe,

All the deceptions, all the traps, all the bullshit, all the absurdity,

Laid down by all the predators wandering freely in your midst.

 

* * * *

The electromagnetic spectrum, the quantum matrix, never stops its kaleidoscoping unfurling.

It is a dynamic that has been in kinesis since the big bang, genesis, label it what You will.

And will continue, on and on, until the continuum when/ifs to its entropic stateless state.

 

* * * *

Everything You think You are,

Everything You think You know,

Everything You think You have done,

Is absolutely meaningless to the moment,

Absolutely immaterial to the eternity You are.

Awareness is, free of all limits, free of all borders.

Free of all fabrications devised by the imaginary mind.

 

* * * *

Imagination is always slipping in, to tarry in the given moment,

Fabricating space and time, and all its quantum-matrix fixtures.

 

* * * *

Whether through contemplation or meditation or drugs or pure happenstance,

Discerning the ineffably indelible mystery of eternity in all creation,

Is the unborn-undying potential, for all whom fate chooses.

 

* * * *

Male and female, of the monkey-mind genome, are entirely different, relatively specialized beasts.

With entirely different physiques, different brains, different minds, different perceptions,

Different operating orders, different functions, different lives, different worlds.

To come together, to fuse together, for however short, however long,

Well, each and every connection, is a stage play unto itself.

There is no plan, there is no design, just unscripted Shakespeare.

 

* * * *

Are we all anything more than algorithms playing out our little parts,

Filling the existence with every distraction, every amusement,

To avoid the ‘tedious boredom’ of the eternal moment?

Few are inclined to discern the harmony of a serene mind.

A mind that has ceased pursuing the futility of vanity and greed.

 

* * * *

All beliefs, all notions, all values,

Are but the ceaseless delusions of imagination,

Clinging to all the mind’s attachments to its sensory theater.

All the mind’s attachments to its imaginary self.

 

* * * *

Death is the utter obliteration of imaginary self.

From oblivion to oblivion is the way of all dreamtimes.

There is no more, for any seed line, for any called into existence.

To let go, everything, is the greatest challenge, consciousness must endure.

Self is omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent, unborn, undying.

But little self is Shakespearian worms’ meat,

Of the ‘so it goes’ variety.

 

* * * *

Google AI’s answer to: What do most belief systems amount to?

 

Most belief systems amount to frameworks that provide meaning, structure, and social cohesion by attempting to answer life's big questions. Whether religious, philosophical, or cultural, they guide human behavior, influence social norms, and shape how individuals and groups understand the world and their place in it.

 

Shared Functions of Belief Systems

 

Across different cultures and eras, belief systems serve several core functions for individuals and societies:

 

Providing meaning and purpose: Many belief systems address existential questions about life, death, and the universe, which helps people find a sense of purpose.

 

Shaping morality and ethics: Belief systems often establish the fundamental principles of what is considered good and bad within a society. These ethical rules help regulate social behavior and maintain order.

 

Promoting social cohesion: A shared belief system creates a sense of community and collective identity among people, which can foster unity within groups. Collective rituals, myths, and traditions reinforce this social bonding.

 

Creating a worldview: Belief systems provide a framework for interpreting reality and understanding the unknown. This can explain natural phenomena, historical events, and a person's life experiences.

 

Influencing culture and politics: The values and tenets of a belief system can significantly influence a society's cultural practices, art, law, and political ideologies. In some historical cases, belief systems have been used to legitimize the authority of rulers.

 

Coping with uncertainty: By offering explanations for life's challenges, suffering, and death, belief systems help individuals cope with the fear and anxiety of an uncertain world.

 

Core Components

 

Many belief systems, whether religious or non-religious, are built on similar core components:

 

Beliefs/Worldview: The set of tenets that offer a coherent perspective on the universe.

 

Community: The group that shares and practices the beliefs.

 

Myths/Narratives: Stories that help explain and teach the belief system's core principles. These don't have to be factual to serve their purpose within the belief system.

 

Rituals: Practices and ceremonies that explain, teach, and reinforce the group's beliefs.

 

Ethics: The rules and norms for behavior.

 

Material Expressions: Objects, places, and art used in rituals or to represent beliefs, such as sacred texts, buildings, and symbols.

 

Emotional Experiences: The shared emotions common to the belief system, such as awe, devotion, or inner peace.

 

Sacredness: The distinction between what is considered sacred and what is profane.

 

Belief Systems in Conflict

 

While they can foster unity, differing belief systems can also be a source of conflict both within and between societies. When different systems hold fundamentally opposing values or ideas, disagreements can arise over issues like morality, governance, and social behavior. This can sometimes lead to social friction, persecution, and even violence.

 

Ultimately, most belief systems provide a common blueprint for understanding life, reinforcing shared values, and fostering a collective identity within a community.

 

* * * *

The continuum that is the mystery,

The continuum that sustains all existence,

The continuum that sustains all non-existence,

The continuum You are, have ever been, will ever be,

Is ever kaleidoscoping, is ever morphing, on and on and on.

When You finish your rice, it is time to clean your bowl,

And then, whatever is after that, after that, after that.

Nothing ever finishes, nothing ever can finish.

Even when death do You someday part,

Rest assured, it will all carry on,

In its unfathomable way.

 

* * * *

There is the nondualistic actuality,

And there is the vanity, the pride, about it.

Embrace the former; avoid the latter.

 

* * * *

As a pig likes it when you wrestle with it in the mud,

So too, imagination toys with minds giving it reality.

Ergo, the planet of the apes plays out Shakespeare live.

 

* * * *

In the big picture of this vast ineffable, unchartable mystery,

How different is your play of consciousness, your imaginary existence,

From that of a jellyfish floating aimlessly in the waves, really?

Only vanity gives You pause to suppose otherwise.

Only the greed for more gives it wings.

 

* * * *

Every mind, a window to a self.

Every mind, a window to a world.

Every mind, a window to a cosmos.

Every mind, a window to the senses.

Every mind, a window to the moment.

Every mind, a window to the singularity.

Every mind, a window to the intelligence.

Every mind, a window to the imagination.

Every mind, a window to the awareness.

Every mind, a window to the mystery.

Every mind, a window to eternity.

Every mind, a window to You.

 

* * * *

All that we call human is based on assumptions.

Is existence anything but an imaginary assumption?

 

* * * *

Things getting lost or stolen or misplaced or broken,

Are just mini-deaths along the path to the finale of mortal fatality.

Despite all their pyramids and mausoleums and tombs and crypts and catacombs,

The powerful, the wealthy, the renowned, the masses, and those yet unborn,

Must at some point, when the last breath departs, leave it all behind.

 

* * * *

In Heart of Darkness, a critique of European colonial rule in Africa,

Joseph Conrad pretty much sums up the human condition,

With Kurtz's last line: The horror! The horror!

 

* * * *

Your perfection is flawed by your imagination,

Imagining it is a body, imagining it is a persona.

 

* * * *

All teachers are ultimately the one and only teacher.

All students are ultimately the one and only student.

 

* * * *

Whether or not, any story, any account, is true or false,

Both are time-based fabrications of consciousness, of imagination,

And thus, naught but wafting currents in the illusory quantum space-time dream.

And humans, being such able storytellers, it can be all but impossible, to discern which is which.

 

* * * *

Contentment … true, unsullied, full-hearted, overflowing, eternal.

Have You embraced it yet, or are You so bound, so trapped, by the illusion of space and time,

That the inner guard, the inner controller, will not, at least occasionally,

Allow You a taste of the sanctity of grace.

 

* * * *

Analog or digital, the clocks tick,

The pages of calendars page after page flip,

But the moment is ever the same, all across the stage,

All across the very unique perceptions, each considers a cosmos.

Each and every one, naught but an imaginary perception.

 

* * * *

Eternity is the right-here-right-now-this-very-timeless moment.

All one needs do is still the mind, be the moment, the great all and nothing is,

And that quixotic thing called eternal life, is Voilà! theirs, in the given every-day mundane,

As it has ever been, as it will ever be, in this mortal dream of space and time.

 

* * * *

If You truly discern there is no other, discern there is truly naught but a vast ineffable oneness,

Why are You still justifying and rationalizing and apologizing for your existence,

To the other, who ultimately does not exist, any more than You do.

How challenging to participate, and yet remain aloof.

How challenging to give over to the sovereignty inherent in all.

 

* * * *

Heaven or Hell, You every moment choose to reside.

No need for some deity, or gaggle of the same, to decide.

 

* * * *

Why is the moment not enough?

Why is the awareness not enough?

Why is the mystery not enough?

Why is eternity not enough?

 

* * * *

How many conceptual arenas, we take for granted,

That ancestors in all times across the world,

Took many thousands of years to discover and create.

Discoveries and creations that we now embrace as entitlements.

 

* * * *

Awareness is the emptiness, the nothingness, the vacuum, the ethereal constant,

Through which … earth, wind, water, fire … timelessly, spacelessly, kaleidoscope.

 

* * * *

Quantum stardust.

Quantum earth.

Quantum wind.

Quantum water.

Quantum fire.

Quantum sun.

Quantum moon.

Quantum planets.

Quantum clusters.

Quantum universe.

Quantum perception.

Quantum archaebacteria.

Quantum eubacteria.

Quantum protista.

Quantum fungi.

Quantum plantae.

Quantum animalia.

Quantum everything.

 

A vast matrix of quantum design,

All kaleidoscoping through the ether of awareness.

 

* * * *

As lead pipes were to ancient Rome, plastic will be to the entire world.

Oil and electricity began their advent in the late 19th century,

And their juggernaut is racing down a dead-end road.

It all seemed so exceptionally remarkable in the early stages,

But has, in a little over a century, become an overwhelming leviathan.

Who can more than speculate the conclusion to a very punitive decline and fall.

 

* * * *

Looking back, who-what-where-when-why-how, have You ever really been?

Looking to the fore, who-what-where-when-why-how, will You ever really be?

Looking right-here-right-now, who-what-where-when-why-how, are You really?

 

* * * *

You were expecting consistency and rationality,

In a world ruled by irony and paradox?

How credulous can You be?

 

* * * *

Quantum matrix.

Quantum illusion.

Quantum delusion.

Quantum dreamtime.

Quantum here-now.

Quantum mystery.

 

* * * *

Some blobs climb.

Some blobs dig.

Some blobs float.

Some blobs swim.

Some blobs fly.

Some blobs crawl.

Some blobs slither.

Some blobs walk and run.

Some on four legs.

Some on two.

 

* * * *

What life form can help but be, whatever its coding created it to be?

An algorithm that stretches back to the origins of life in the soupy mix of long ago.

To believe there is free will, is but the empty assertion of ignorance.

 

* * * *

Doubt and detachment have a symbiotic relationship,

In their amble, their dance, their dreaming,

Into the obscurity of oblivion.

 

* * * *

Everyone has a different world,

Everyone has a different universe,

Everyone has a different perception,

Just as real, just as imaginary, as yours.

We are very much, all alone, all together,

Wandering the same stage, in solitary minds.

 

* * * *

Full, focused breathing, with a pinch of detachment,

Is probably one of the better ways to clear a toxic mind.

 

* * * *

It might be a bit frightening to walkabout amidst so many grubs (a.k.a., blobs),

If you had not been acclimated by so many aquariums and science fiction movies.

 

* * * *

When You exited tabula rasa of the womb, innocence ran the show for a relatively short duration.

But very gradually, one onerous experience after another, scratched and sliced, and created the scar tissue,

The certain reactions – of the persona, of the character, of the identity – to which You are so attached.

It is the nature-nurture reality, that all life forms must endure, in whatever fate has been allotted.

And it will carry on – unabated, unrelenting, unyielding – until oblivion regains dominion.

All emotions, all passions, all feelings, all desires, all fears, all dreads, to the contrary,

The you, You think You are, is but an imaginary fallacy from the mind’s get-go.

 

* * * *

If there is going to be any kind of future for the human paradigm,

It would agreeable if all of it were not ruled entirely,

By the ignorance of vanity and greed.

 

* * * *

Even one breath, one swallow, one blink, different,

Would have spun a different fate for your entire cosmos.

 

* * * *

Stay as humble as your vain notions allow,

For You are truly no greater nor lesser than any other,

Across the farthest shoreless shore, of this most infinite mystery.

 

* * * *

How self-absorbed the human species is, to think, to believe,

That some deity on high is so wrapped up in all their absurdities,

That he/she/it are so enraptured with their everyday boring blah-blah,

That he/she/it monitors and tabulates and judges their every single move.

Jesus, people, get over your imaginary, exceedingly preposterous bullpucky.

 

* * * *

As Descartes was to doubting all things,

The next trick is totally letting go,

Of everything. unto Self.

 

* * * *

How long will we deceive ourselves,

Into believing, into hoping, that technology,

Can ever unscramble all the problems it has created?

 

* * * *

You can have all your diamonds and your measly piles of gold.

They are only glitter in the quantum mirage, in the quantum dust pile.

Given value by minds that will never discern the mystery in which they flail.

 

* * * *

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… and then You died …

 

* * * *

All belief systems end up being more than a little beyond absurd.

Why would eternity care whether or not You awaken to it or not?

 

* * * *

Bask in the very right-here-right-now,

Ever-present, unborn-undying, eternal moment,

You are, have ever been, will ever be.

 

* * * *

The imaginary you is born just once.

The imaginary you dies just once.

Anything else is delusional.

Anything else is absurd.

Anything else is ludicrous.

Your life is but a brief dream.

Get over all your trifling notions.

Abandon your make-believe creation.

That very last rattle will be the end of you.

 

* * * *

Eternal life is in this very right-here-right-now moment.

Timeless, unborn-undying, indivisible, indelible, ineffable.

The only You there is, there ever was, there will ever be.

 

* * * *

The world is filled with every sort of gossip,

Which You may partake, or not,

As disposition allows.

 

* * * *

The timelessness,

The adroitness,

The deftness,

The perfection,

The dexterity,

The indelibility,

The precision,

The presence,

The swiftness,

The mystery,

The ineffability,

Of the moment,

Is eternally absolute.

 

* * * *

Like snowflakes, like fingerprints,

No two dreamtimes, no two frames of reference,

Even once exactly the same, across this entire ineffable mystery.

 

* * * *

You move, You stream, You flow, You course, You surge, You kaleidoscope, You dance, right along,

Through the eternal moment – ever untouched, ever untainted, ever unborn, ever undying.

Only memory, only imagination, journeys the perception of space and time.

Only memory, only imagination, cast it more than illusion.

 

* * * *

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in the big bang of genesis?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in the first etching of life?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in all the natural selection since?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in all the nature-nurture since?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your awareness?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your existence.

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your universe?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your world.

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your geography?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your family?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your mind-body?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your intelligence?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your health?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your birth order?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your name?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your culture?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your ethnicity?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your gender?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your appearance?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your language?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your caste?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your economic level?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your values?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your beliefs?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your politics?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your capacities?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your education?

Where was the free will, where was the choice, in your world view?

 

Where is the free will, where is the choice …

In your next breath, in your next heartbeat, in you next thought?

 

* * * *

Even if You knew the absolute truth of everything that lead up to this moment,

It would still only be the busy-busy of the ever-churning, imagination-ridden mind.

Naught but an evolutionary concoction, however its origin is deemed to have come about.

 

* * * *

What guilt, what remorse, should a lion have, for being a lion?

What guilt, what remorse, should a shark have, for being a shark?

What guilt, what remorse, should a piranha have, for being a piranha?

What guilt, what remorse, should a scorpion have, for being a scorpion?

What guilt, what remorse, should an eagle have, for being an eagle?

What guilt, what remorse, should a wasp have, for being a wasp?

What guilt, what remorse, should You have for being You?

 

* * * *

Everyone is centerstage in their own perception of a cosmos.

Dancing away, entirely alone, in their little speck of eternity.

To embrace the aloneness is to be free of the imaginary other.

 

* * * *

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in a newborn body, You play newborn.

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in a toddler body, You play toddler.

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in a child body, You play child.

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in a teen body, You play teen.

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in an adult body, You play adult.

When You, the unborn-undying awareness, are in an elderly body, You play elderly.

From newborn, to whatever end, there is agony, there is ecstasy, and the shadow of death,

Which must be endured, as stoically, as rationally, perhaps as detached, as the given mind allows.

There is only one exit in any existence, and any choice in the matter is very much nil-nada-naught-zilch.

 

* * * *

The entity You are so transfixed by, so devoted to, so attached to, so bound by, so imprisoned by,

Is really nothing more than a memory as soon as the timeless moment kaleidoscopes on.

And everyone wandering about playing their vain impromptu protagonists so real,

Makes for Shakespeare very much live across this whirling pale blue dot.

 

* * * *

There is no beginning, there is no end, in the moment You are,

The moment You have ever been, the moment You will ever be.

The world is naught but a quantum illusion, an imaginary perception.

The real You is prior to consciousness, prior to all appearances.

Prior to all attributes, all qualities, all traits, all elements.

There is no other; duality is but the mirage of mind.

 

* * * *

Every mask and body, ever donned, has dissolved into oblivion.

Consciousness incarnating, consciousness imagining, each and every character.

Ever-remembering, ever-forgetting, within the illusory kaleidoscoping of the space-time matrix.

Your mind-body, ever transforming, ever morphing, even as You translate these words.

It can never be more, it can never be less, than the ageless, eternal moment.

And yet, through it all, imagination ever imagines it all tangible.

The same entity, the same identity, from birth to death.

And before and after that, for those mesmerized,

By religious propaganda, by pious puffery,

Celebrated by snake oil zealots high and low.

All of it, nothing more than the poof of imagination.

 

* * * *

Have managed to get by without having to participate more than loosely with any groupthink.

Always just kept rambling on, leaving everything and everyone in the rearview mirror.

Nomad, gypsy, wanderer, traveler – are good labels for how it has worked out.

 

* * * *

Settling for the idolatry of the ceaseless stream of fictitious deities,

Is the venue of all who lack the intellect, the critical mass,

To question until all questions run out of steam.

To doubt until the doubting is done.

 

* * * *

How can the ultimate be encapsulated by imagination?

You are a smidgeon of the intelligent design.

Your access is this very moment.

Stilling the mind is all that is required.

 

* * * *

The cosmos, the world, has a near infinity of ways,

To lure the imaginary mind into its ensnaring web.

 

* * * *

Every mind has its own indivisible frame of reference.

You and everyone else have a completely unique perspective.

No translation, no rendition, no interpretation, can ever be the same.

 

* * * *

All existence is caught in the seemingly endless wave of a very deterministic fate.

The most real way to live it out, is to just follow your nature, and wander the path of least resistance.

And, as stoically, indifferently, as possible, let it all go when the dreamtime is undone.

 

* * * *

There it was, right there, right then,

And now, gone, gone, forever gone.

Naught but a flicker upon a neuron trail.

A perception in a mortal frame of reference.

 

* * * *

You are nothing more than a blob of crunchy-chewy-gooey,

With arms, legs, fingers, toes, a larynx, a face, and other accoutrements,

That, paired with imagination, hoodwink You into believing You are something more.

But there is no more, this is it, this is all there is, a one-time theater, nothing more, nothing less, poof!

No deities on high, no heavens, no hells, just this timeless moment, this here, this now,

For You to play out, to imagine, however your nature-nurture calls.

Demon or angel, your decision, every moment.

 

* * * *

This life’s calling has been to discern and scribe the ultimate reality, that this mind has,

Through a relatively anonymous, relatively mindful, relatively stoical walkabout, fathomed.

What comes of these many thoughts, if anything, will be for as yet-unborn storytellers to discern.

Impactful or not, how could it matter, to the Me, the Self, the awareness, the unborn-dying,

The mystery, that every moment, is witness, to whatever kaleidoscopes through it.

 Whether conscious or not, we are but clouds, matrixing though the abyss.

 

* * * *

We are all tools of our own survival,

Of our own narcissistic-hedonistic Shakespeare,

Braiding the given perception, through which all life is cast,

In a garden that germinates, that naturally-selects, a so-called future-past,

In the timeless-spaceless continuum, playing out in an infinite, imagination-driven matrix,

That imagination has seamlessly usurped, and made into a dreamtime dominion,

Passing through the omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent awareness,

Passing through the abyss, through which all genesis flows,

Like clouds streaming through the eternity’s sky.

The moment is all, the moment is one.

 

* * * *

Everyone’s story is beyond-all-pales, absolutely, primo-unique.

But only a rare few, are storyteller enough, for us to learn their fable,

And pass it on, for as long as imagination dictates, it worth remembering.

 

* * * *

Enlightenment is the distillation of worldly, temporal experience.

Liberation is the attaining of the purest, most austere, state of consciousness.

What is the point of inquiring into Buddhahood, into Christhood, if You do not attain it?

 

* * * *

It is an ineffable, indelible, beyond-all-pales mystery.

To call it God – to deify it, to idolize it, to flatter it, in any way,

Is really nothing more than an endless quagmire of meaningless absurdity,

To which all are unique witnesses, in their very solitary quantum-matrix dreamtimes.

 

* * * *

All those many thoughts You have about your imaginary self,

Your imaginary world, Your imaginary cosmos,

All total up to zilch-nada-nothing.

 

* * * *

Now is not a clock.

Now is not a watch.

Now is not a calendar.

Now is not any measure.

The moment is immeasurable.

 

* * * *

What is karma, but another word for consequence, upshot, outcome,

And every existence has its share, rippling and stumbling on down the line.

No need to imagine a slew of other lifetimes, for which You must supposedly pay.

 

* * * *

Someone always triumphs in the Great Game, the Game of Thrones.

Sit upon the mount until someone wrestles them off, one way or another.

Count yourself lucky if it is your good fortune to witness it from afar.

 

* * * *

Regarding the greatness with which our kind cloaks itself,

How would our fellow earthling cast their vote,

Had they the unlikely opportunity?

 

* * * *

What resides between good and evil,

But a gamut of consciousness,

A spectrum of imagination,

A continuum of perception,

Twisted in every feasible way.

 

* * * *

We fabricated every form of deity to punish those we could not,

And heavens and hells and purgatories in the hope, in the yearning,

That there would be a reward for all our pain and suffering,

And an eternity of hellfire for those who wronged us.

 

* * * *

Why pretend to know something, if you do not?

Why pretend to be something, if you are not?

Why pretend there is more, if there is not?

Why inwardly pretend anything at all?

 

* * * *

Your health is your greatest wealth,

And that, too, depletes, slow or fast,

As sure as the sand in any hourglass.

 

* * * *

At the universal echelon,

All our conflicts and exertions,

All our pain and suffering and angst,

Are, at best, mere blips of meaninglessness.

 

* * * *

The trick to being in the moment,

The trick to being in the awareness,

The trick to being the eternal nowness,

Is simply releasing into the immeasurable.

 

* * * *

If You cannot discern it, fathom it, perceive it, for your Self,

No one on this whirling orb, is going to convince you,

To persuade you, to exhort you, to convert you,

In any way, in any shape, in any form.

You will be a done deal, forever and a day.

 

* * * *

 What is the human paradigm but an overwrought dynamic,

A garden world of imagination in exponential bloom,

That holds no sway over the mystery, whatsoever.

 

* * * *

Glass half full.

Glass half empty.

Break the damn glass.

Problem solved.

 

* * * *

There is no day, there is no night, there is only now,

Lit or unlit, by a tilt, by a spin, round a ball of fire.

 

* * * *

The only perfection anyone can lay claim to, is the one everything is,

Or nothing is, depending how one flips the mirror in the looking glass.

 

* * * *

Omnipresence is to be fully engaged in the moment.

Omnipotence is to be tapped into the infinity, the totality of eternity.

Omniscience is less about knowledge, than it is about being open to all potentials.

About being the awareness, the invisibility, within all things,

In the moment that allows all things.

 

* * * *

To want something,

To want anything,

From an illusion,

From a mirage,

From a dream,

And fear it, too,

And dread it, too,

How absurd is that?

 

* * * *

Chronometers exist.

Sundials exist.

Clocks exist.

Watches exist.

Timers exist.

Calendars exist.

Almanacs exist.

Logbooks exist.

Diaries exist.

Chronicles exist.

Journals exist.

Timetables exist.

Planners exist.

Newspapers exist.

But the thing called time, they supposedly measure?

Well, that is a dubious assumption.

 

* * * *

Omniscience is in the knowing, in the discerning, in the seeing, in the intelligence,

Of the given unborn-undying, indivisible, indelible, ineffable moment.

It is not about the trivial pursuit of gathering knowledge,

About the illusion of this manifest theater.

 

* * * *

Any memory, any history, is the fluke of any given neural matrix,

And all the many perceptions of an ever-streaming dream.

Can any family, any tribe, any society, hold fast,

Without a binding communal vision,

A frame of reference upon which all agree?

 

* * * *

Emotional attachment is a naturally-selected biochemical blend,

That cultivated the familial and herd-slash-tribal alliances,

That enabled the survival of all mammalian lineages.

That long ago mutation is but one of the myriad reasons,

You are sitting there imbibing this stream of consciousness,

In your right-here-right-now shard of this inexplicable mystery.

 

* * * *

What dreams have been,

What dreams will some moment be,

Are all the same right-here-right-now dreamtime.

And all, naught but oblivion-to-oblivion delusions of imagination.

The oblivion between – obscured, cloaked, masked, concealed, muddled – by illusion.

An illusion made by however many senses and a processing unit,

In a vacuum of a mystery beyond all pales.

 

* * * *

Is there really-truly more to this great mystery?

 

Some great philosophy?

Some great rationale?

Some great meaning?

Some great ethos?

Some great motivation?

Some great principle?

Some great overtone?

Some great plan?

Some great function?

Some great intention?

Some great aim?

Some great objective?

Some great design?

Some great consequence?

Some great worth?

Some great upshot?

Some great idea?

Some great subtext?

Some great significance?

Some great value?

Some great importance?

Some great corollary?

Some great connotation?

Some great inference?

Some great concern?

Some great nuance?

Some great requirement?

Some great point?

Some great implication?

Some great resolve?

Some great magnitude?

Some great moment?

Some great belief?

Some great outcome?

Some great inspiration?

Some great hope?

Some great purpose?

Some great raison d'être?

 

* * * *

The willy-nilly butterfly of consciousness,

Does not effortlessly reside in the stillness of the eternal moment,

Flitting on and on, ever consuming its sensory-inspired cosmos, unto the last wheezing breath.

 

* * * *

Long before You were imaginary You, You were monkey-like.

Long before You were monkey-like, You were shrew-like.

Long before You were shrew-like, You were grub-like.

Long before You were grub-like, You were slime.

Long before You were slime, You were stardust.

Long before You were stardust, You were nothing.

Long before You were nothing, what is there to say?

As if before anything space and time really means squat.

 

* * * *

Great capacity, great miracles, great magic, great anything,

Do not make any manifest entity greater than the lowliest grub.

Humility is where those who realize the truth of this mystery reside.

 

* * * *

The unsparing absurdities of consciousness, the unsparing absurdities of imagination,

With its more than infinite capacity for subterfuge and mayhem and chaos,

Is, sadly, a daily spectacle, a daily onslaught, a daily certainty.

 

* * * *

Call it God.

Call it eternity.

Call it perpetuity.

Call it kaleidoscope.

Call it nonduality.

Call it continuum.

Call it streaming.

Call it creation.

Call it oblivion.

Call it genesis.

Call it cosmos.

Call it season.

Call it duality.

Call it space.

Call it time.

Call it You.

Call it epoch.

Call it infinity.

Call it mystery.

Call it moment.

Call it anything.

Call it everything.

Call it nothingness.

 

All the same, no difference, no matter.

 

* * * *

Just because You or someone else imagines something, does not necessarily make it true.

Every culture has its storytellers of every ilk, all spinning their buzz,

Some bent on truth, some bent on untruth.

Sifting through it all, every mind, its own dreamtime.

 

* * * *

People tend to choose the path of least resistance,

Due to a combination of biological, psychological, and social factors,

All of which prioritize comfort, efficiency, and minimizing effort.

This tendency is deeply rooted in our evolutionary history,

And is reinforced by the way our brains are wired,

To conserve energy and seek immediate gratification.

 

* * * *

Grubs who can talk.

Grubs who can walk.

Grubs who can think.

Grubs who can create.

Grubs who can believe.

Grubs who can adore.

Grubs who can war.

Grubs all the while.

 

* * * *

Memories, all the many perceptions of the given existence,

Virtuous or corrupt, sensible or insensible, are not something easily discarded.

Hence, the relentless rolodex, ever spinning on and on and on,

Through the quantum pathways, zippity-zip.

 

* * * *

The thinkers are always trying to put into words, that which words cannot tell.

Staring into space is not something the mind easily allows,

In the snappity-snap of the neuron trail.

It may all be illusion,

But it is the only illusion we pretend to know.

 

* * * *

Meandering through the churning crowds,

All there is, is one grub after another, kaleidoscoping by.

Even the most beautiful, even the most handsome,

Cannot long masquerade their grubbiness,

In the eye of the discerning seer.

 

* * * *

The one-percenters and their minions finally figured it out.

Why feed and house and clothe and chain and whip the slaves,

When You can pay a wage or salary, and proffer a few token gestures.

Advancements, titles, rewards, medical, retirement, labor unions, scholarships.

Let them feed and house and clothe and chain and whip themselves, however they will.

Keep them if they serve the ship well, and if not, well, throw them overboard.

There is generally almost always someone else to swab the deck.

As to quality of existence issues, let them eat cake.

 

* * * *

As challenging as it well is, to be so disciplined, to be so free of desire and fear,

So free of the narcissistic hedonism of the passionate monkey-mind,

No one can force You to respond with even one ripple,

In the neural network, in the quantum sea,

Of the mind in which You dwell.

You do not have to engage.

You do not have to come back.

The world will move on without You.

 

* * * *

What is all the knowledge, all the noise of the world,

But a busy thoroughfare of minds ill at ease,

With the silence of a serene mind?

 

* * * *

Has any on-high deity ever been as judgmental,

As all the minions who pledge their undying belief,

That only they are worthy of the promised land?

 

* * * *

Impenetrable

Impossible

Impractical

Inaccessible

Incomparable

Indestructible

Invulnerable

Irresolvable

Unachievable

Unapproachable

Unassailable

Unattainable

Unavailable

Unbeatable

Unchallenged

Unfeasible

Unmatched

Unobtainable

Unparalleled

Unreachable

Unrealistic

Unrivaled

Untouchable

Unviable

Unworkable

 

* * * *

It may all be the pixie dust of illusion,

But it is the only pixie dust we know.

Dancing with the Devil, so to speak.

 

* * * *

The reality we all orbit around, the reality of every moment,

Is that we are truly very much all alone in this abyss of a mystery.

And nothing is going to change that, and nothing we do, nothing we think,

Really means squat, in any way, in any shape, in any form.

Be ye saint or serial killer, no matter.

 

* * * *

All that desiring.

All that coveting.

All that wanting.

All that yearning.

All that craving.

All that obsessing.

All that aching.

All that envying.

All that longing.

All that aspiring.

All that wishing.

All that pining.

All that thirsting.

All that fancying.

All that hungering.

All that hankering.

All that demanding.

All that voraciousness.

 

All for illusion.

 

* * * *

Interesting how sketches of thoughts bubble into mind,

And word processing, with the aid of spelling and grammar checking,

And finger-play access to dictionary and thesaurus support,

Fashion each into their own little sculpture.

 

* * * *

Nature can be harsh and painful and deadly.

Any instant can bring forth a face-off with injury or death.

Darwin coined concepts like natural selection and survival of the fittest.

Others call it fate, destiny, kismet, upshot, fortune, providence.

Tralfamadorians sum it up with a ‘So it goes’ nod.

 

* * * *

Consumption is a great distraction, a great amusement.

Right up there in the nebula of power and fame and fortune.

And, of course, sex, however, whenever, if ever, opportunity strikes.

 

* * * *

Imagine the Darwinian purity of this spinning orb,

Before humankind migrated across it like a malevolent cancer,

Wreaking death and ruin, pain and suffering, in every nook and cranny.

 

* * * *

Every creature that has ever existed, or will ever exist,

Has its own sensory perception, its own naturally-selected niche,

Which both creature and niche, have cooperated, have conspired, in creating.

Every single life form has been a co-creator in the genesis of this imaginary perception.

 

* * * *

That memory, that perception, that vision, that insight, from the way back when,

Is no more or less real, than the memory-perception-vision-insight kaleidoscoped through just now.

Nor is it any more or less real, than the projected future imagined by the frame of reference,

Playing out in the space-time, that does not exist, has never existed, will never exist.

The eternal moment, the eternal ever-present, the eternal awareness, is all.

 

* * * *

It is all nothing more than distraction,

Inspired by vanity and avarice,

Narcissism and hedonism,

Hubris and hunger,

Pride and greed.

 

* * * *

attachment to your world, your cosmos, your perception

Draws You out again and again and again, ever again.

 

Your eyes, the sights.

Your ears, the sounds.

Your tongue, the tastes.

Your nose, the smells.

Your flesh, the touch.

 

To remain in the awareness is an every-moment challenge.

To be in the dreamtime, but not of it, is a rare calling.

 

* * * *

… here You are …

… a kaleidoscoping lineage …

… created of an unfathomable mystery …

 

… from the big bang of the singularity … what matter how it came to be … 13.8 billion years ago …

… an extremely hot, extremely dense point, rapidly expanding space and time itself …

… an ever-inflating cosmos, expanding and cooling and evolving …

 

… into the formation of subatomic particles …

… into the formation of protons and neutrons …

… into the formation of hydrogen and helium atoms …

 

… into gravity pulling together matter to form the first stars and galaxies …

… into between 200 billion and 2 trillion galaxies in the observable universe …

 

… into a small milky galaxy containing hundreds of billions of stars …

 

… and one of those stars, center of a solar system over 4.6 billion years old …

… a solar system that evolved from a collapsing cloud of gas and dust …

… a cloud, called a solar nebula, that flattened into a protoplanetary disk …

… in which planets, moons, asteroids, and comets formed from the remaining material …

… with ongoing collisions, gravitational interactions, and changes to planetary orbits …

 

… and on one of those planets, a pale blue dot, third from its star, 90 million miles distant …

… formed from dust and gas particles approximately 4.54 billion years ago …

… a planet with atmosphere and oceans and continents, driven by internal heat, gravity …

 

… emerged unicellular life (single-celled organisms) …

… that evolved into animalia (multicellular life) …

… that evolved into chordata (animals with backbones) …

… that evolved into tetrapoda (four-legged organisms) …

… that evolved into mammalia (milk-producing animals) …

… that evolved into primates (an order of mammals) …

… that evolved into hominidae (great apes) …

… that evolved into genus homo (contemporary humans) …

 

… 3.8 billion years of natural selection, and counting …

… 3.8 billion years for You to be right here, right now, this eternal moment …

… kaleidoscoping whatever destiny, whatever dreamtime, the singularity set in motion in the long ago …

 

… You are the singularity … You are the mystery …

… be the singularity … be the mystery …

 

* * * *

A higher state of beingness, is the leap that consciousness, the leap that imagination,

Must somehow attain, if it is to survive humankind's naturally-selected origin.

And the likelihood of setting aside its survival-of-the-fittest paradigm?

Well, a few days-worth of headlines in these our modern times,

Makes for short work of that philosophical pipedream.

 

* * * *

Time is nothing more than a human concept, imparted reality,

By sundials, clocks, watches, calendars, and the like.

All inspired by the regularities of a cosmos,

That is ultimately nothing more than quantum illusion.

 

* * * *

The mind is a story.

It is all distraction.

 

* * * *

Why should You ever feel bound to any geography,

Or any world or universe or dimension,

Or any illusion, whatsoever?

Discern the one-pointedness of the inner eye.

 

* * * *

As much as possible, focus completely on whatever the mind-body is doing.

That way, the willy-nilly mind, will perhaps dally less in the halls of memory lane.

And perchance much less in the absurdity of our kind’s Shakespearian stagefest, as well.

 

* * * *

The world is awash in every manner of disharmony and distraction.

Only in the pure, still awareness of eternity's moment, is there true peace.

It is the eternal life, free of all the rancor of imaginary consciousness.

Free of the dreamtime illusion, to which humankind is so attached.

 

* * * *

Are You this imaginary self, this attachment to the mind-body,

Or the indescribable, indivisible awareness, the unfathomable moment,

Through which it sprints willy-nilly, in whatever way nature-nurture ordains.

 

* * * *

The universal mind,

Is a total mind, a whole mind, a complete mind,

 A peerless mind, a matchless mind, an absolute mind, a sovereign mind,

Free of all constraints, all confines, all restrictions, all limits, all margins, all curbs, all boundaries.

Which leads to the question, where is the mind that holds on to nothing?

 

* * * *

The entire human paradigm, this Shakespearian theater inspired by imagination, is unutterably insane.

What is called sanity, what is called normal, what is called rational, what is called sensible,

Is nothing more than being able to function reasonably well in the absurdity.

 

* * * *

Science, despite all its noble, rational efforts,

Has failed to convince a paradigm programmed by 13.8 billion years of natural selection,

In large part shaped by superstition and fallacy.

 

* * * *

What a challenge to not allow imagination to wander willy-nilly,

Into all the identifications with the mind-body perceptions of a so-called lifetime,

And all the memories it so easily dredges into an illusory reality,

That is not, was not, and will never be.

 

* * * *

You are like any theater or film actor, who plays a part,

Knowing full well, any given centerstage moment, that s/he is not that role.

So here now You are, playing on cue, the script that your nature-nurture programing summons forth.

Whether or not, You have realized the centerstage clarity, simplicity, lucidity, eloquence,

Is how cognizant of this illusory quantum dreamtime, You are, or are not.

 

* * * *

The mind stamps perceptions with times and dates,

But are any, however so-called old, however so-called young,

Really at all that different, in the timeless moment that does not truly exist?

Even just a moment ago, is the same as the moment of genesis,

The moment it all began, in the way back when.

 

* * * *

... an iota of a smidgen …

... a smidgen of a jot …

... a jot of a speck …

... a speck of a scrap …

... a scrap of a particle …

... a particle of a bit …

... a bit of a speck …

... a speck of a grain …

... a grain of a scintilla …

... a scintilla of an iota …

 

… is how long the moment is not …

 

* * * *

To be the You, You truly are,

The quantum mind must pacify its self,

The five senses be witnessed without attachment,

And eternal awareness, resume its ever-present sovereignty.

 

* * * *

Why in any deity’s arbitrary name,

Would You ever embrace any idolatrous religion or cult,

Imagined, concocted, fabricated, manufactured, by the human or any other mind?

Free your Self from all the baseless absurdity that binds You.

You are it, it is You, there is no other.

 

* * * *

Another day, staring into the abyss.

Into the beginning of all ends,

The end of all beginnings,

And all the in-betweens, too.

 

* * * *

What could possibly be more omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent,

Than the dimensionless, immaculate awareness, permeating all eternity.

It is through naught but a frame of reference that You perceive your universe.

Call it by whatever sound, whatever vibration, You will … You are it, and it is You.

 

* * * *

As You would a vehicle, shift the mind into neutral, and eternal awareness is right there, ever-present.

What could possibly be more omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent, than the awareness permeating all?

 

* * * *

Why believe things You have never seen?

 

Why believe in any deities?

Any superstitions.

Any fallacies.

Any delusions.

 

Any sasquatches.

Any vampires.

Any pookas.

Any ghosts.

Any aliens.

Any angels.

Any demons.

Any tooth fairies.

Any Easter bunnies.

Any Santa Clauses.

 

Any fantasies.

Any apparitions.

Any specters.

Any assumptions.

Any spirits.

Any phantasms.

Any visions.

Any bigotries.

Any notions.

Any deliriums.

Any injustices.

Any mirages.

Any prejudices.

Any fixations.

Any judgments.

Any distortions.

Any figments.

Any illusions.

 

All are imagined.

The mind is but a story.

It is all distraction.

Free your Self.

Let them go.

 

* * * *

How has it taken You so long to discern the obvious?

How have You been so attached to this dust ball covered with grubs?

Grubs veiled in every guise, playing every role, and You, spellbound, seeing it all real.

Bewitched and beguiled, each and every moment, by the mind-body’s ever-kaleidoscoping dreamtime.

Unable, unwilling, to awaken to it all being nothing more than an inexplicable quantum illusion.

A dreamer, dreaming it all so real, all so true, wanting it to be more than it can ever be.

 

* * * *

To attain eternity, the mind must become:

Very still.

Very quiet.

Very spaceless.

Very timeless.

Very here.

Very now.

 

* * * *

Herein is visualized an awareness.

… Omniscient … Omnipresent … Omnipotent …

Prior to and beyond, any and all conceptual contrivances.

 So infinitesimally to infinitely, ephemerally, unfathomably immense,

As to indivisibly permeate the indelible quantum sea,

Without bounds, without judgment.

 

You are it, it is You.

 

* * * *

The cosmos is a quantum illusion, the world is a quantum illusion, You are a quantum illusion.

Everything You believe, everything You think You know, is a quantum illusion.

And yes, alas, these many thoughts are a quantum illusion, too.

 

Nothing is as it seems.

 

* * * *

Why me, God, why me? Why me, God, why me? Please, God, why me-me-me!?

The lamenting refrain since the mind’s self-absorbed beginnings.

The ascent of imagination in the jungles of long ago.

 

* * * *

You are just another erstwhile, one-trick-pony grub,

Conditioned, programmed, by imagination,

To believe You are something more,

Than a dream can ever be.

 

* * * *

All creation is of the same mystery.

Only imagination, imagines otherwise.

 

* * * *

You are the current issue of 13.8 billion years old programming.

The long and winding of your thread of natural selection since genesis.

 

* * * *

Anything not having one name or another in the ever-roiling dreamtime of the human mind,

Will not likely agonize without for long, once targeted for use or abuse,

Or even just the idle distraction of frivolous curiosity.

And that having little or no purpose, having little or no meaning,

Can simply be ignored or tossed or destroyed, and without further ado, forgotten.

 

* * * *

You are the singularity playing out your slice of the quantum matrix.

You are the singularity playing out your slice of the quantum dreamtime.

 

* * * *

The ears hear the mystery.

The eyes see the mystery.

The skin feels the mystery.

The nose smells the mystery.

The tongue tastes the mystery.

The mind discerns the mystery.

Yet the mystery remains a mystery.

The one in all, and the all in one.

 

* * * *

Just because your most recent ancestors came out of a noteworthy geography,

Does not mean all did not come out of the same puddle of origin,

Long before there were any brain cells to recall it.

All life has far more in common,

Than all the many differences we imagine.

Than all the many differences we ceaselessly squabble over.

Than all the many differences driving all life into a dark and foreboding future.

 

* * * *

Was life born 13.8 billion years ago when the cosmos burst forth?

Was life born 4.6 billion years ago when the solar system began its whirl?

Was life born 4.54 billion years ago when the earth formed into the pale blue dot?

Was life born 3.8 billion years ago when the first single-celled organisms began to replicate?

Or has what we call life, what we call existence, always been but an unborn-undying quantum illusion?

An illusion witnessed by an ineffable awareness, witnessed by an inexplicable intelligence,

Permeating every aspect, of the mystery, which, by design, can never be known.

 

* * * *

What permission, what approval, what sanction, what consent, what affirmation,

Can be given for this unfathomable insight into which You inquire?

There is no other, You are on your own, for all eternity.

 

* * * *

Some minds manage to realize heaven.

Some minds are shackled in unutterable hells.

Some minds wander the byzantine labyrinth between.

 

* * * *

Have faith that Mother Nature will do everything that she possibly can,

To diminish and annihilate You, every moment of your eternal existence.

 

* * * *

Always beyond the pale astounding, how more is never enough for so many.

Wealth is a state of mind, and so many with so much, seem to live such impoverished lives.

The quest for power and renown orbits in the same bankrupted emptiness.

How the masses rank them high, is a théâtre de l’absurde.

Only the departed are allotted true peace.

 

* * * *

What demons all shades of gray lurk in so many minds.

What tyranny the mentally unstable cast upon the world.

And there being no resolution, it must simply be endured.

13.8 billion whirls of natural selection will not be annulled.

 

* * * *

What is heaven but unending oblivion?

What is hell but the absurdity of madness?

What is perdition but the pendulum between?

 

* * * *

Whether You are a monk in a cave, or a householder in a mansion,

The quantum dreamtime ever kaleidoscopes the same eternal moment.

Your destiny is already here and gone, but it is You who must witness it.

 

* * * *

It is not You who does anything.

It is consciousness, it is imagination, that is the doer.

You, the real You, the awareness permeating all creation, is but eternal witness.

Eternal observer, perceiver, to everything under every sun, in every space, every time, every dimension.

In every point and particle, in everything known, in everything unknown.

The mind-body is but a means, a vessel, a vehicle.

You are that which is God.

 

* * * *

The illusory quantum matrix is not the creation of aliens or other supreme beings,

Because they would be as much fabrications as all we dreamers of space and time.

 

* * * *

The universe spins.

The earth spins.

The mind spins.

All in your imagination.

 

* * * *

There is absolutely nothing, in any ancient writings worth their salt,

That will in any way, validate the idolatry, of any form, of any concept.

 

* * * *

Despite all narcissistic assertions,

Human beings are but …

Grubs with heads.

Grubs with eyes.

Grubs with ears.

Grubs with nose.

Grubs with mouth.

Grubs with skin.

Grubs with arms.

Grubs with hands.

Grubs with fingers.

Grubs with legs.

Grubs with feet.

Grubs with toes.

Grubs with imagination.

On a return journey to oblivion.

 

* * * *

Jiddhu Krishnamurti once said, "Do whatever amuses You,"

Which means one thing to a saint, and another to a serial killer.

 

* * * *

You are a drop, a shard, of that which is omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent.

You are the mystery of awareness, the ether of eternity.

You are that which some call God.

 

* * * *

How likely is it that probably almost every two-legged who has ever existed,

Has a fairly lengthy list of regrets, of many things they wish they had never done or said.

Assuming, of course, they, from the ultimate view, ever really did or said anything in the first place.

 

* * * *

For as long as the forebrain is a-synapsing, many will endure myriad tortures,

And beyond that, others will perhaps take it upon themselves,

That to which they feel most obligated.

 

* * * *

Gravity fools the sensory mind-body into believing,

It is not floating in the motionless abyss,

Of the awareness You truly are.

The quantum cosmos is but a trickster,

Holding You hostage to imagination’s binding veil.

 

* * * *

One thing that can be said about the continuum called space-time,

Is that that it is a one-way, here-now, kaleidoscoping quantum show.

 

* * * *

True grit is the courage and resolve, the strength of character,

The determination, the steadfastness, the tenacity, the doggedness, the firmness,

To hold fast, to cling, to hang on, to grasp, to grip, to clutch, to clasp, to stick, in a difficult situation.

 

* * * *

... grit ...

... is a four-letter noun ...

... that implies ...

... that suggests ...

... that infers ...

... that hints at ...

... that points toward ...

... that indicates ...

... that denotes ...

... that entails ...

... that involves ...

... that means ...

... the courage and resolve ...

... the strength of character ...

... the determination ...

... the steadfastness ...

... the tenacity ...

... the firmness ...

... the doggedness ...

... to hold fast ...

... to cling ...

... to grip ...

... to grasp ...

... to hang on ...

... to clutch ...

... to clasp ...

... to stick ...

... to keep hold of ...

... in a difficult situation …

 

* * * *

Your world, your cosmos, is an ever-changing set of mind-body perceptions,

That hinge on age, on frame of reference, on what is remembered, on what is forgotten,

On what is valued, on what is not, and in large part, on the circumstances of the given moment.

There is no right or wrong to it … there is simply the … it is what is … so it goes … of it.

The challenge, is realizing that the real You is not the sensory-bound mind-body.

That You are none of it, have never been any of it, will never be any of it.

 

* * * *

At some point in the given moment, it makes more sense to just let it all go.

To put everything possible aside, to stop imbibing all the gossip and absurdity,

And just sit, peacefully staring into space, when not taking long solitary walkabouts.

To simply be as nothing, to simply be the momentary awareness, is the first and last step.

 

* * * *

Sometimes You hit a home run.

Sometimes You hit a triple; sometimes, a double; sometimes, a single.

Sometimes You get walked; sometimes You hit a foul.

Sometimes You even strike out.

 

Life is like that.

 

* * * *

What does it mean: To be in the world, but not of it?

 

It is a mind that is prior to consciousness.

It is a mind filled with awareness.

 

A still mind, a silent mind,

 

It is a mind that sees the world.

It is a mind that hears the world.

It is a mind that tastes the world.

It is a mind that smells the world.

It is a mind that feels the world.

 

Yet remains a mind untouched by the world.

Yet remains a mind unconcerned about the world.

A mind filled with the awareness that is prior to the world.

A mind permeated with the awareness that is prior to all creation.

 

A mind given over to the mystery, to the unknown, to the no-mind, prior to all.

 

* * * *

As one does not ask for power, one takes it – one does not ask for freedom, one assumes it.

All any seeker need do, is wipe away the mitote – become so totally attentive to the given moment,

That the big dream, the fog of perception, the many voices, the many influences,

That are constantly speaking, making it difficult to see clearly,

Suspend their cacophony, are shuffled offstage,

And the quantum mind-body unleashes into all eternity.

The eternity that it is, that it has ever been, that it will ever be.

 

* * * *

A spoonful of caution, of restraint, in the younger moments,

May well save You a great deal of vexation in the older ones.

 

* * * *

Where does the drop end and the ocean begin?

Where does the ocean end and the drop begin?

 

* * * *

No point justifying your existence.

No point anyone trying to justify their existence.

No one has ever asked to be born, to live out an existence.

And all must die, to discern it all nothing more than a fluke-ish dream.

 

* * * *

is getting rough, and only daily rougher for more and more little folk,

And ‘We told You so’ is not going to stop the crashing wave.

The baby boomers caught the upsurge at its peak,

And the millennials and their progeny will get the crash.

 

* * * *

Awareness, Witness to All

 

It is only an illusionary quantum dust ball,

Spinning in an illusionary quantum dust cloud.

The eternal mystery of awareness, witness to it all.

Spaceless, timeless, unborn-undying, indelible, ineffable.

 

* * * *

How to negotiate, how to navigate, how to traverse, an illusion,

Is a – conundrum, challenge, enigma, puzzle, riddle – for any seer.

Ergo, every form of absurdity, some very light, some exceedingly dark,

In all geographies, across all times, no individual or culture exempt.

 

* * * *

The most important thing in your existence, is your next breath,

Which gives You yet another opportunity, another chance, another opening,

To perchance see, to perceive, to discern, to comprehend, to realize, your own faceless.

 

* * * *

When You no longer identify with the mind-body’s dreamtime, what is left but the awareness.

Pure, simple, indelible, spaceless, timeless, ephemeral, unfathomable,

Indivisible, infinite, infinitesimal, ineffable,

Ever mysterious, ever free.

 

* * * *

Why, in God’s name, would any God need You to believe in anything?

Why is it, our species always imagines jealous, hateful, vengeful deities?

We may exclaim them loving and wise and all-knowing and all-accepting,

But whoa, whoa, whoa – unhappy perdition and every imaginable hell –

Unto those many who do not make the thumbs-up-thumbs-down cut.

If God is as judgmental as we, who gets to throw the first stone?

 

* * * *

The human paradigm boils down to me-myself-I narcissistic vanity,

And must have it right now, more-is-never enough, hedonistic greed.

 

* * * *

Try as many now on the upside of daisies might, there is no undoing the world our kind has fashioned.

The journey the future has in the making, is likely replete with every dystopian horror imaginable.

         And those who will be born into it, will have no choice, but to endure it as stoically as possible.

 

* * * *

Pretenders, All

 

Does an ant pretend to be an ant?

Does a salmon pretend to be a salmon?

Does an elephant pretend to be an elephant?

Does a salamander pretend to be a salamander?

Does an alligator pretend to be an alligator?

Does a butterfly pretend to be a butterfly?

Does an eagle pretend to be an eagle?

Does a germ pretend to be a germ?

 

Does any creature pretend it is what it is?

 

As for human becomings, we well know our forebrain paradigm.

Pretenders, all, each and every one, in every way, in every shape, in every form,

Like water questing every venue, imagination divines every possible possibility imaginable.

Does any creature have, could any creature have, the imaginary sense of self in which our kind harbors?

The unborn-undying moment is home to all sentience, home to the instinctual roots,

And only the delusion of imagination pretends otherwise.

 

* * * *

No one asked to be here.

 

No one was asked if they wanted to be born, if they wanted to die.

No one was asked if they wanted to suffer the ecstasies and agonies of existence.

 

No one really knows squat about who.

No one really knows squat about what.

No one really knows squat about where.

No one really knows squat about when.

No one really knows squat about why.

No one really knows squat about how.

 

We are all just faking it, playing our little part, the best we can.

 

Some awaken to it, to varying degrees, in various ways and means.

Most, still very much in the very deep, delusional slumber of imagination,

Play out the dreaming, so that the chosen, are able to realize the eternal eye within.

 

* * * *

… when your family has failed You …

… when all your leaders have failed You …

… when all your faith systems have failed You …

… when all your economic systems have failed You …

… when all your sociological systems have failed You …

… when all your consumption has failed You …

… when there is nothing left to believe …

… what, pray tell, will You do? …

 

* * * *

To assert You are your own law, is not an arrogant declaration,

But a statement of fact, regarding the values, the tenets, the principles,

To which You in all your attachment to your imaginary character, subscribe.

And everybody else doing the same; it is the way all minds work; no point debating it.

 

* * * *

The awareness You every moment are, and are not, is eternal witness to the quantum theater.

It has no stake in it, makes no judgment of it, plays no part in it, is ever-present in every moment of it.

Human imagination, with all its dualistic notions, founded upon its sensory-based stream,

Has made-up, has spun, all the deities, all the heavens and purgatories and hells.

There is no other, but each mind must discern its source to realize it.

 

* * * *

Very challenging to remain indifferent in the day-to-day existence,

Unless complete isolation and staring at walls is an endurable state.

 

* * * *

Your world, your universe, even your God,

Will never align with what You think it should be.

 

* * * *

History has arrived with every story imaginable.

Imbibe it however You will, or not, You decide.

 

* * * *

The world, the universe, the quantum mystery,

That the ever-present awareness You are, and are not, perceives,

Is but a spaceless-timeless dream which kaleidoscopes about You every moment.

A temporal dreamtime illusion, to which the moment only subscribes,

 For as long as the given neural pathways manage to fire.

 

* * * *

All religions, all cults, all sects, all factions, all creeds, are rife with guiles,

That guarantee every variety of reward in some after-life fantasy,

For all the sacrifices, all the burdens, all the payouts,

You must endure and carry and forfeit,

In the right-here-right-now.

The ultimate scam,

Since we will never know when.

 

* * * *

Even just one left instead of right,

One yes instead of no, one less instead of more,

One happenstance flutter of a butterfly’s wing across the world,

Would have created an entirely different destiny.

 

* * * *

Jesus was never a Christian, why should You be?

Siddhartha was never a Buddhist, why should You be?

Lao Tzu was never a Taoist, why should You be?

 

Michael was never a Michael-ist, why should You be?

 

Nobody was ever the label their thoughts inspired, why should You be?

 

* * * *

There is no beginning without an end; there is no end without a beginning.

And where does either exist in the ungraspable timelessness of the eternal moment?

Clock hands, digital displays, calendar pages, blind humankind to the every-moment reality,

Of the analog underpinning that is imbued in every quantum particle of this unfathomable dreamtime. 

 

* * * *

Whatever the dimension, the mystery, the awareness, requires a vehicle to come into existence,

And sentience, to come unto consciousness, and perhaps intelligence, to perhaps come unto realization.

The fate You are stoically enduring, the for-good-or-ill role, into which destiny has cast You,

Began with a preordained throw of the dice in your mother’s fallopian tube.

And there You are, naturally-selecting, right here, right now,

Until that moment, when the Fates call You home.

 

* * * *

The world, the universe, the life, You perceive, is only as important as You imagine it.

And only for as long as the mind-body is walking on the upside of daisies to imagine it.

 

* * * *

There will inevitably come a time when all that humankind has fostered,

The pinnacle, the zenith, the summit, the peak, the apex, it has reached, will collapse.

What goes up, must come down, is an unescapable, unwritten natural law, as sure as gravity itself.

All these thoughts are for that anarchistic moment, that for-the-rest-of-time dystopian epoch,

For the descendants, the inheritors, with the will and wit, with the grit and gumption,

To survive and abide the chaos of the crashing wave, that vanity and greed,

False deities, false leadership, false values, false so many things,

Have taken our kind, and that of our fellow earthlings,

And our once-upon-a-time garden world.

 

* * * *

Home invasion is home invasion is home invasion.

If You expect that residents are not going to do whatever it takes to repel You,

You are seriously delusional, and likely to suffer for it, no matter how long it takes, even a millennium.

Sooner or later, You will more than likely be forced to depart, to retreat,

With your tail between your legs.

 

* * * *

All must act, in order to survive, in order to participate, in their shard of the dreamtime.

And all will act according to their nature-nurture conditioning.

 

According to the choices they never had.

 

Their awareness.

Their universe.

Their world.

Their geography.

Their existence.

Their mind.

Their body.

Their vision.

Their hearing.

Their smelling.

Their tasting.

Their feeling.

Their family.

Their gender.

Their birth order.

Their culture.

Their ethnicity.

Their socioeconomic level.

Their intelligence.

Their language.

Their name.

Their education.

Their interests.

Their beliefs.

Their religion.

Their politics.

Their perceptions.

 

No matter how complex it all seems, free will is an illusion-delusion.

 

* * * *

Philosophical & Thought-Provoking Questions That'll Get Your Wheels Turning

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Philosophical Questions

Philosophical Questions That Are Thought Provoking

Philosophical Questions That Are Intellectual

 

 

Philosophical Questions

 

1. Is happiness just chemicals flowing through your brain or something more?

 

2. Can we really know everything?

 

3. What is the meaning of a good life?

 

4. Is there a God?

 

5. What in life is truly objective and not subjective?

 

6. What is consciousness?

 

7. Is there inherent order in nature or is it all chaos and chance?

 

8. Is there an alternative to capitalism?

 

9. Is it more important to be respected or liked?

 

10. Are we in the Matrix?

 

11. Have we become less happy in this age of technology?

 

12. What is mathematics?

 

13. Are humans obligated to better themselves?

 

14. Is there a meaning of life?

 

15. Is having a big ego a negative or positive trait?

 

16. Is there absolute mortality?

 

17. Is the most important purpose in life to find happiness?

 

18. Do we have free will?

 

19. Does life require a purpose and a goal?

 

20. Would You kill 10 people to save 100?

 

21. What is happiness?

 

22. How can people believe in truths without evidence?

 

23. Is it easier to love or to be loved?

 

24. What is time?

 

25. Do acts of kindness have a motive?

 

26. Is mind or matter more real?

 

27. Is love simply physical desire or something more?

 

28. Where do thoughts come from?

 

29. Does evil come from within, and if so, why?

 

30. What is beauty?

 

31. Are people in this current generation less or more sensitive than people from past generations?

 

32. Where were people before they were born?

 

33. What is true friendship?

 

34. How does gravity work?

 

35. Can achieving nothing make a person happy?

 

36. Does the Law of Attraction exist?

 

37. Have gadgets and apps taken away emotions?

 

38. Does observation alter an event?

 

39. If everyone spoke their mind would this world be a better place?

 

40. Where does the universe end?

 

41. Is there a perfect life?

 

42. What is infinity?

 

43. Why do we strive for perfection if it is not attainable?

 

44. Does sound happen if nothing is present to hear it?

 

45. Does utilizing time properly make our lives meaningful and happy?

 

46. Is it more important to be liked or respected?

 

47. Can life be meaningful without friends?

 

48. Where does the soul live?

 

49. How do You know if You love someone enough to marry them?

 

50. Is there a reason for life?

 

51. Do numbers in a bank account make people happy?

 

52. What will happen at the end of the world?

 

53. Is living life to the fullest possible?

 

54. What will happen at the end of the world?

 

55. Can spirituality make You a happy person?

 

56. What is education?

 

57. Are highly intelligent people less happy than individuals with average intelligence?

 

58. Is there a supreme power?

 

59. Is there an absolute way to attain a happy state of mind?

 

60. How did the universe begin?

 

61. Does living your life for others make your life have meaning?

 

62. Can we have happiness without sadness?

 

63. Do knowledge and understanding make You content and happy as a person?

 

64. What are numbers?

 

65. Does fate exist?

 

66. When does consciousness begin?

 

67. Does an ideal government exist?

 

68. Is life all a dream?

 

69. Does life have a reason?

 

70. If everything evolved from amoebas, how does the world still have amoebas?

 

71. Are there limitations on free speech?

 

72. The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?

 

73. Do aliens exist?

 

74. Are we a minuscule part of intelligent life in the universe?

 

75. Is trust more important than love?

 

 

Philosophical Questions That Are Thought Provoking

 

76. Why do we do things we do not like to do?

 

77. If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?

 

78. Do atheists make their own gods?

 

79. How should people live their lives?

 

80. Can artificial intelligence be creative?

 

81. If judgment is for God, why do we pass judgment?

 

82. What is intelligence?

 

83. Can religious beliefs affect scientific thinking?

 

84. What is intelligence?

 

85. Will a world without reliance on modern technology make any progress?

 

86. Do we have a soul?

 

87. Is human potential capable of anything?

 

88. What do people strive for after enlightenment?

 

89. Is death a new beginning?

 

90. What defines You?

 

91. Why does God not intervene when evil takes root in people?

 

92. What happens after we die?

 

93. Does belief make God exist?

 

94. Isn’t one person’s terrorist another person’s freedom fighter?

 

95. Will robots take over the world in the future?

 

96. How much control do You have over your life?

 

97. Does the path to salvation lie within us?

 

98. How do You know your perceptions are real?

 

99. Are we the biggest threat to humanity?

 

100. If money cannot buy happiness, can You ever be truly happy with no money?

 

101. Do parallel universes exist?

 

102. What role does honor play in today’s society?

 

103. How does one find purpose in life?

 

104. Is a family still relevant in the modern world?

 

105. If aliens attack, what will we do?

 

106. What is true love?

 

107. Do guns protect people or kill people?

 

108. What is true strength?

 

109. Will racism cease to exist?

 

110. How do You know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?

 

111. Why is beauty associated with morality?

 

112. Who decides what morality is?

 

113. Why do we respect the dead more than the living?

 

114. Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?

 

115. Does God have supreme power?

 

116. What is the difference between living and being alive?

 

117. Will the world be a better place if caste and religion cease to exist?

 

118. Who defines good and evil?

 

119. What’s more important: doing the right thing or doing things right?

 

120. Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?

 

121. Do we love ourselves more in the virtual world and less in the real world?

 

122. What makes a good friend?

 

123. Is humanity doomed to head in a destructive direction?

 

124. Do You make your own decisions, or let others make them for You?

 

125. Should full access to the internet be a fundamental right?

 

126. What is reality?

 

127. Is peace the only way to stop a war?

 

128. What is the truth?

 

129. Can memories be erased?

 

130. What makes You You?

 

131. Is religion conceptualized by one’s own belief system?

 

132. What things hold You back from doing the things that You really want to?

 

133. Will the world come to an end by human hands?

 

134. What is true happiness?

 

135. Intelligence or wisdom, what’s more important for a better world?

 

136. Where is the line between insanity and creativity?

 

137. Is true beauty subjective or objective?

 

138. What one piece of advice would You offer to a newborn infant?

 

139. What is the extent of freedom human beings should have?

 

140. Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?

 

141. What is the meaning of rich and poor in the modern world?

 

142. To what extent do You shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?

 

143. Do we control technology or is technology controlling us?

 

144. If You could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?

 

145. Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?

 

146. What exactly is self-esteem and where does it come from?

 

147. Will a curb on buying guns and arms reduce the number of shooting sprees in the world?

 

148. Is the way we compensate people for their jobs ideal or should we have some way of making sure people are paid appropriately?

 

149. Do we change when we have power?

 

150. Can a person be “educated” without a formal education?

 

 

Philosophical Questions That Are Intellectual

 

151. Will technological advances wipe out humanity?

 

152. What are dreams and why do we have them?

 

153. Does understanding philosophy lead to progress?

 

154. Will it ever be possible to travel through time? Space?

 

155. Is there a species more advanced than humans in the universe?

 

156. Is defining people according to race a social construct or a biological category?

 

157. If all the currencies in the world did not have monetary value, would our world be a much better place?

 

158. Is there a difference between fair trade and free trade? What is it and which is of greater importance?

 

159. Is it possible time is being altered right now?

 

160. Is preservation of a country’s culture a good reason for limiting immigration?

 

161. Why do we throw away food when we know people are dying of hunger?

 

162. Does the English language make us feel superior to other countries?

 

163. Which is more important, justice or mercy?

 

164. Will artificial intelligence help increase human lifespan in the future?

 

165. Is it always good to have choices?

 

166. Does awareness of consciousness have benefits?

 

167. Is torture ever justified?

 

168. Do thoughts have a pattern?

 

169. When You are driving and see one shoe on the side of the road, what do You think happened to the other shoe?

 

170. Will stricter laws make a better world?

 

171. Should we limit the amount of money people can earn and save to avoid an unequal distribution of wealth?

 

172. Are we losing our right to privacy?

 

173. Since the birth rate is down in the United States, should people be required to have at least one child?

 

174. Is limiting immigration to developed countries right?

 

175. Does democracy work for every country?

 

176. Does faith make belief stronger?

 

177. Should people have the right to live and travel anywhere they wish with no state or country boundaries?

 

178. Why can’t every person be a genius?

 

179. Should people be allowed to sell their organs and should organ donors be financially compensated?

 

180. Is there freedom in creativity and art in the modern age?

 

181. Should the government make organ donation compulsory?

 

182. Do the simple things become complexities when we try to attain perfection?

 

183. Should governments have penalties for those who live unhealthy lifestyles?

 

184. Will concepts and theories in regard to religion becoming obsolete come true?

 

185. Is love different from sexual desire? Passion? How?

 

186. Is blind belief prevalent more among holy, spiritual, and pious people?

 

187. Is there a cause for every event?

 

188. Can dreams be associated with the unforeseen future?

 

189. Do wars ever solve the problems of countries and governments?

 

190. If we live in a civilized world why do we see so many distinctions between rich and poor?

 

191. Can some things exist that aren’t in time?

 

192. Do computers have the ability to be creative?

 

193. Does luck exist?

 

194. What rights, if any, do animals have?

 

195. Are clowns funny or scary?

 

196. Are there universal human rights? What are they?

 

197. If time travel is possible, would we have met time travelers already?

 

198. Are emotions rational or irrational?

 

199. Does an afterlife exist?

 

200. Do You think anyone has actually met their true soulmate?\

 

201. Can we know about happiness without knowing about sadness?

 

202. Does time have a beginning or an end?

 

203. Are people born evil? Or do they end up doing evil things as a result of early childhood experiences or other external factors?

 

204. Is beauty truly in the eye of the beholder?

 

205. Are we morally obligated to help others?

 

206. Is world peace achievable?

 

207. Are people natural-born leaders, or do they develop the traits over time?

 

208. What harsh truths do You prefer to ignore?

 

209. Is suffering a necessary part of the human condition?

 

210. What would You genetically change about humans to make them a better species?

 

211. How much does language affect our thinking?

 

212. If You could press a button and receive a million dollars, but one stranger would die, would You press the button?

 

213. Has social media been a net positive or a net negative for our society? Why?

 

214. Is existence necessary?

 

215. Do the cosmos have a purpose?

 

216. If humanity was put on trial by an advanced race of aliens, how would You defend humanity and argue for its continued existence?

 

217. What’s the difference between justice and revenge?

 

218. If babies are considered innocent, when do people cease to be innocent?

 

219. Where does your self-worth come from?

 

220. Why are drugs banned but not harmful food additives and alcohol?

 

221. Is it ever okay to share a secret?

 

222. How long will You be remembered after You die?

 

223. How likely do You think it will be that humans will last another 1,000 years without killing ourselves off?

 

224. Would You want to know You are going to die beforehand or die suddenly without warning?

 

225. Does the study of philosophy ever lead to answers or simply more questions?

 

* * * *

In all creation, there is destruction, and in all destruction, there is creation.

Yet, is do either have any actuality, when comprehended from the quantum baseline?

That which is spaceless, timeless, indivisible, indelible, unfathomable, immeasurable, ineffable.

This world, this cosmos, is a grand quantum illusion, a Shakespearian théâtre absurde.

To which, despite all assertions to the contrary, You are solitary witness.

 

* * * *

You are a sovereign, absolute eternal being.

The mortal challenge is to be the timeless beingness,

The timeless awareness, the timeless nowness, You truly are,

Instead of the imaginary one You pretend to be.

 

* * * *

You imagine so many things,

And not one of them is ultimately real.

Not one of them is ultimately true.

To unwrap the mind around it,

Is to let go of everything.

 

* * * *

The same unfathomable, ineffable mystery is behind every face,

Ever witnessing whatever dreamtime, into which it has been inexplicably cast.

All creatures, small to great, equally play out their nature-nurture part.

Whatever role the genetic lottery's natural selection has ordained.

It is an indivisible, ever-kaleidoscoping quantum reverie,

The totality of That which can truly be called God.

In which, despite any and all appearances,

Are one in the same for all eternity.

 

* * * *

What any given mind-body perceives, is distilled by its own frame of reference,

Into its own account, its own narrative, its own chronicle, its own story, its own saga.

 

* * * *

Some grubs climb.

Some grubs dig.

Some grubs float.

Some grubs swim.

Some grubs fly.

Some grubs crawl.

Some grubs slither.

Some grubs walk and run.

Some on four legs.

Some on two.

 

* * * *

How pointless holding on to this world, and its incalculable absurdities.

Find peace in your Self, and run silent, run deep, in the eternal moment.

 

* * * *

No one wants to know You in the way You do in your imaginary existence.

Everyone is too busy in their own self-absorbed dreamtimes,

To bother more than superficially about yours.

And, no doubt, You about theirs.

The drive for recognition is meaningless.

 

* * * *

Curious how so many have faith that technology will save us,

When it has really played the greatest role in taking us down.

 

* * * *

Why is it, that neither You nor anyone else,

Nor any other creature, small to large,

Have ever seen their own face?

 

* * * *

Money, in all its many forms, is not the root of all evil.

Vanity and avarice are the makers and shakers of that dynamic.

Money is merely the ways and means in which Mammon is worshipped.

 

* * * *

Sometimes frameless in eternal awareness, sometimes framed in mundane imagination;

Sometimes detached, unborn-undying, inscrutable; sometimes attached, temporal;

You ever in the indifferent moment, wander a kaleidoscoping dreamtime.

 

* * * *

Consciousness requires a great change, a revolution, if it is to survive.

In its Darwinian-rooted urges, imagination has taken our kind down a dead-end road.

Vanity and greed have bent a reality, where we either somehow awaken, or endure agonizing destruction.

All indicators are that we our well on our way to extinction, because the naturally-selected inclination,

Appears incapable of mutating into the state of pure awareness, of God Consciousness, we truly are.

We resolutely, blindly cling, to so many narcissistic absurdities, so many hedonistic distractions,

That only an absolute and horrifying collapse, will perhaps awaken whoever survives, if any.

And odds are, they, too, will not discern the illusion, and will carry very much the same.

It will merely be the same-old-same-old, playing out on a very much smaller scale,

In a world very likely grown incredibly inhospitable to mammalian life forms.

Whether or not, or for how long, any survive, is for other eyes to witness.

 

* * * *

Free will only seems like free will at the time.

Looking back, was there ever really any choice?

 

* * * *

All histories vary in their accuracy,

Based on who is narrating it, and why.

And no matter the motive, all remain stories,

And no story can ever snare the timeless moment.

 

* * * *

Are You an arm, a leg, a hand, a foot, a torso, a head, a face, a mind,

Or a mysterious, ineffable awareness playing an imaginary protagonist;

Centerstage, in an extemporaneous, choiceless, Shakespearian performance.

A beyond-all-pales reverie, in which only a rare few awaken to its greater reality.

And even they are challenged to remain awake, when mesmerized by its illusory veil.

 

* * * *

Truth cannot be taught.

Everyone is entirely on their own,

And whatever any mind ‘gets’ or ‘does not get’,

Is absolutely based on a frame of reference only it perceives.

All the ‘belief’ systems of the human paradigm wander well beyond absurdity.

What inspires any seer, any sage, to craft a venue to share their insights?

Where would any be if we had never penned or uttered a word?

Had all our so many ponderings never been imparted?

The silent mind is an impenetrable emptiness,

Untarnished by any irony, any paradox,

Ever contrived by imagination.

 

* * * *

To believe any true believer, can succumb to doubt, can awaken to a greater vision,

Is not likely a sound wager, and may well get somebody knocking at your door,

Offering to sell You the Brooklyn Bridge, with an especially special discount.

 

* * * *

How many thousands of hours,

Have I spent putting all this together,

Is an inanely large and unknowable number.

I could have probably been relatively prosperous,

Perhaps somewhat powerful, even renowned,

Had I put all this acuteness and energy,

Into something a little more worldly.

Alas, that that attribute, ambition,

Did not call more tenaciously.

 

* * * *

The history of the cosmos, the history of the world, the history of the human paradigm,

Is an ever-kaleidoscoping bill of goods served to the current moment without apology.

 

* * * *

The human paradigm boils down to vanity and greed.

The human paradigm boils down to narcissism and hedonism.

The human paradigm boils down to self-interest and more is never enough.

And how likely is it to ever come to any happy conclusion?

 

* * * *

It is the rare mind,

That is not rushing, rushing, into the future,

Missing, missing, the present.

 

* * * *

Alas in this mortal theater,

That there is no happy ending,

Other than the ending itself.

 

* * * *

What is so wrong, so disturbing,

About being just a naturally-selected,

Unintentional, accidental, random, chance,

Very much all alone, happenstance of eternity?

An accidental tourist, out and about for a worldly tour.

 

* * * *

You are a direct line, an unconditional line, to the eternal You … There is no other.

All divisions, all boundaries, all partitions, all borders, are imagined.

All You need to do, is dial into this moment's awareness,

And You will be everything there is to be.

Eternal life is right here, right now.

Dying to the imaginary self is all it takes.

 

* * * *

Do You realize your cosmos, your world,

Is entirely playing out in your mind.

That You are the universal mind.

 

* * * *

What is the human species but a diverse collection of grubs with a great deal of imagination,

With which they, in so many ways, make believe they are important to the universe,

That plays out, over and over, ever the same, in their wee little minds.

 

* * * *

Whatever the mystery is, You are.

Whatever the unfathomable is, You are.

Whatever the moment is, You are.

Whatever the awareness is, You are.

Whatever the ineffable is, You are.

Whatever the eternal is, You are.

Whatever the all is, You are.

Whatever the indelible is, You are.

Whatever the ineffaceable is, You are.

Whatever the entirety is, You are.

Whatever the matrix is, You are.

Whatever the quantum is, You are.

Whatever the infinite is, You are.

Whatever the infinitesimal is, You are.

Whatever the sum is, You are.

Whatever the witness is, You are.

Whatever the right here is, You are.

Whatever the right now is, You are.

Whatever the synergy is, You are.

Whatever the serendipity is, You are.

Whatever the whole is, You are.

Whatever the totality is, You are.

Whatever the intangible is, You are.

Whatever the everything is, You are.

Whatever the boundless is, You are.

Whatever the nameless is, You are.

Whatever the inexplicable is, You are.

Whatever the unborn is, You are.

Whatever the undying is, You are.

Whatever the indivisible is, You are.

Whatever the spaceless is, You are.

Whatever the timeless is, You are.

Whatever the absolute is, You are.

Whatever the nothing is, You are.

Whatever the creator is, You are.

Whatever the preserver is, You are.

Whatever the destroyer is, You are.

Whatever the omniscient is, You are.

Whatever the omnipresent is, You are.

Whatever the omnipotent is, You are.

 

Whatever God is, You are.

 

* * * *

The eye that seeks truth to whatever end, is a doubtful eye.

 

Is a questioning eye.

Is a skeptical eye.

Is a cynical eye.

Is a dubious eye.

Is a sensible eye.

Is a vigilant eye.

Is a judicious eye.

Is a tentative eye.

Is a cautious eye.

Is a patient eye.

Is a coherent eye.

Is a rational eye.

 

An eye that will go whatever end is required,

To discern the most truthful truth the mystery allows.

 

* * * *

Racing clocks, racing calendars, racing everything and everyone.

Goal after goal after goal, and ever something more after every finish line crossed.

The process, the course, the ways and means, often nothing more than time-wasting distraction.

And in the kaleidoscoping of each and every one, the unmoving moment presides.

 

* * * *

Awareness is prior to all things imagined by consciousness.

 

Pride

Love

Hate

Anger

Fear

Dread

Anxiety

Regret

Agony

Ecstasy

Greed

Envy

Lust

Gluttony

Judgment

Envy

Sloth

Sports

Entertainment

Hobbies

Recreation

Amusement

History

Math

Science

Art

Music

Humanities

Business

Psychology

Religion

Philosophy

 

… et cetera … et cetera … et cetera …

 

Awareness is prior to consciousness, prior to all things mind.

Everything else is the huff and puff, the churning, the roiling, of imaginary notion.

Imagination has it meaning, its purpose, in the illusory dreamtime,

But it is not the baseline, for those who question.

For those who see the unseen.

 

* * * *

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* * * *

There are many loaded words – God, Brahman, Allah, Krishna, Buddha, Tao, et cetera –

But in the essential quantum matrix reality, they mean nothing.

They are only words.

They are only sounds given concept,

To which attachment need not be given in a free mind.

When You listen to a language You do not know, words You do not understand,

What attachment do You have, can You have, to what sounds to your ear like nothing more than babble?

Do You really believe your language, your linguistic repertoire, sounds any different,

To the ears, of all the many across the world, who do not know it?

The human paradigm is a chaotic sea of vibration,

It always has been, it always will be.

And the only resolution?

A silent mind.

 

* * * *

All we are is crunchy-chewy-gooey grubs,

That endlessly babble every sort of absurdity,

That vainly imagine meaning and purpose existent.

Many make-believing all the while, there is some deity,

That genuinely wants to save us from ourselves,

And our naturally-selected inane asylum.

 

* * * *

Physics is the underlying form.

Chemistry is the unifying force.

Biology is the foundation of life.

Nature is the expression unfurling.

 

* * * *

What a silent garden it must have been,

Before consciousness took root,

And imagination blossomed.

 

* * * *

It did not matter then.

It does not matter now.

It will not matter when.

 

* * * *

No matter how You slice it,

No matter how You dice it,

The entire human paradigm,

Boils down to vanity and greed.

 

* * * *

If angels and demons must be conceived,

Surely they are the imagination within all.

 

* * * *

It all seems so very real, until it becomes so obvious, nothing is.

All appearances are but the temporary illusion-delusions of imagination.

Brief outings, sidebars, excursions, of the mind-body’s dream of space and time.

Its partnership with the ineffable, indelible mystery, from whence it inexplicably evolved.

A rock is a rock, a cloud is a cloud, an eye is an eye, until they are not.

 

* * * *

What is the critical thinker – the doubter, the skeptic, the cynic, the agnostic –

But someone who can detach from his/her own value system,

And see the relativity of all perspectives.

 

* * * *

You begin existence with nothing,

You leave existence with nothing.

Hold fast to the nothing between.

 

* * * *

The entire cosmos is an illusion, as is the mind that perceives it.

The intelligent designer is the eternal awareness within all creation.

It is a very-fine-dry-sand-in-loose-fingers-on-a-very-windy-day mystery.

No one can save You but your Self, and even that is a lesson in futility.

 

* * * *

You are the inexplicable, mysterious, unfathomable, immeasurable, ether of awareness,

In which all forms are but quantum mirages, imagined by an ever-present, kaleidoscoping mind-body.

With which, in which, has been staged an imaginary, impromptu, Shakespearian theater,

Where You are centerstage, improvising your extemporaneous persona.

Perhaps it is time to realize, just how alone, You truly are.

 

* * * *

In every sentient being that has ever been, or will ever be,

A unique existence, a unique perception, a unique universe, a unique everything.

All equally real, all equally unreal, as the eternal moment ordains.

 

* * * *

Your little corner seems so real to You but across the stage,

No one, either notices, nor cares, about all your dramas and intrigues.

And can You truthfully disclose, You do not feel very much the same, about them?

 

* * * *

The reality is, any given reader may or may not grasp thoughts such as these as they were meant.

The reflections offered are ever subject to the frame of reference of the observer.

No thinker, no philosopher, can ever presume his or her views,

Will not be used for unintended purpose.

 

* * * *

The ever-present eternal moment is not an ideal, to which one must bow and scrape.

It is an unequivocal fact, which only prior-to-consciousness, tabula-rasa awareness, can discern.

All appearance to the contrary, there is only one ultimate, nondual reality.

And it is You and You are it; there is no other.

 

* * * *

It is the true believers who separate themselves from God,

Who abide in the hellscape of imagination.

Lucifer is their name,

And dualistic notion, their game.

 

* * * *

Regarding health and well-being,

What seems so minor in younger daze,

May well loom very large in the later ones.

Moderation in all things is the way.

 

* * * *

Imagination is an elixir to which the human paradigm is addicted.

If imagination wishes to carry on, it had better wake up a la bigtime.

 

* * * *

The entire cosmos is an illusory quantum matrix, as are all sentient beings that perceive it.

The amorphous intelligence, is the indelibly ineffable eternal awareness, within all creation.

 

* * * *

Since the mystery began its spaceless-timeless quantum voyage of cosmic creation,

What was required for your naturally-selected genetic lineage,

To generate into being, the You reading this,

Is well beyond all pales.

The entire universe is an illusion,

As are all sentient beings that perceive it real.

The intelligence is the ineffable awareness permeating all.

 

* * * *

The ethereal moment is ever present, ever still, ever serene.

But the quantum matrix is a ceaseless churning, a ceaseless movement,

A ceaseless streaming, ever kaleidoscoping through it.

 

* * * *

And that moment, forever gone, too.

And that moment, now but the vaguest of memories.

Until it, too, is forever lost and forgotten.

Sorrows, sorrows, prayers.

 

* * * *

What we call time, is merely the measurement of one rather insignificant whirling pale blue dot dust ball,

Orbiting another larger one, that is, in the genre of blazing dust balls, a relatively small star.

Both very much quantum equals in the vast matrix of the eternal moment.

Both are fated to someday dissolve back into the abyss.

And where will space and time be then?

 

* * * *

Everyone telling You there is more, but there is not.

It is all a lie; a lie to keep You in the game.

A bittersweet lie to keep the dreamtime in play,

For as long as imagination can continue its usurpation.

 

* * * *

Humans perceive only a very small portion – 0.0035 percent – of the electromagnetic spectrum.

This visible light spectrum, falls between wavelengths of around 380 to 780 nanometers.

The electromagnetic spectrum encompasses much longer and shorter wavelengths,

Including radio waves, microwaves, infrared, ultraviolet, X-rays, gamma rays.

In the narcissistic-hedonistic spectrum, however, our little paradigm reigns supreme.

 

* * * *

There is nothing You are meant to be.

There is nothing You are supposed to be doing.

There is only what You are; there is only what You are not.

There is only this right here, this right now; there is only this moment.

There is only the unfathomable awareness, and firing synapses imagining through it.

The You this mystery has, in illusion fabricated, is but a make-believe fable.

A tale old by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

 

* * * *

The rigors of life wear all down as water does rocks and mountains.

The quantum matrix is an ever-changing dynamic no mind can halt.

 

* * * *

If You want to discern what manner of man You are dealing with,

Put a sword and shield in his hands, and send him out into the arena.

 

* * * *

The world, the universe, You imagine, has never existed.

All the imagination ever imagined could not grasp the stone-cold reality,

Could not fashion the truth, the awareness, the moment, the right-here-now of eternity,

Through which it has kaleidoscoped since its evolution in consciousness in this ineffable dreamtime.

 

* * * *

Detachment is not an ideal, nor is it a goal, nor is it a principle.

It is a state, a frame, a quality, a serenity, of mind,

Free of desire, free of fear, free of dread,

Free of any passion, whatsoever.

It is the You it is the Self,

At the most natural, essential core.

This dream is always in turmoil and conflict.

To amble through it, placidly detached, is the challenge.

 

* * * *

If consciousness, if imagination, if dreamtime,

Wants to survive its illusion-delusion,

If it fancies sticking around,

It had better wise up.

 

* * * *

Try paying more attention to what You put in your mind-body than how it tastes.

Appeasing the taste buds only goes as far as that wormhole just beyond the tongue.

 

* * * *

The five senses and mind offer You an entire world and a vast cosmos, in which You are but a speck.

Disregard the senses, still the mind unto its sentience, and You are all of it.

To which quality of mind are You called?

 

* * * *

It is not how others think about You that torments You.

It is how You think they think about You that generates all the bother.

You must forgive your Self, You must accept your Self, You must relish your Self,

To be free of all the imaginary suffering of your imaginary mind.

 

* * * *

The eternal moment.

It is not yours, it never was yours, it never will be yours.

Yet, You it, all the while.

 

* * * *

What is death but falling into a dreamless slumber,

From which You will never awaken in that form again.

Heavens and hells, and reincarnation, are but limited visions,

Misapprehensions, misconceptions, of what is really going on here.

You have never been the mind-body, or any other appearance or attribute.

 

* * * *

Through eternal awareness, the mystery of the cosmos plays out.

Evolution is the brush and chisel, and illusion, the means and medium.

Natural selections are the choiceless choices in the ever-kaleidoscoping moment.

It is all written in the quantum sands of time for the eternal witness to wander in every way.

Is there a reason? Is there a purpose? Is there an answer? Is there a deity on high?

No, an ineffable mystery is all it is, all has ever been, all will ever be.

The challenge is not giving way to arrogance and avarice,

For they are the ever-present temptations.

 

* * * *

Just be the breath.

Just be the timeless.

Just be the awareness.

Just be the perception.

Just be the simplicity.

Just be the sentience.

Just be the alertness.

Just be the moment.

Just be the timeless.

Just be the entirety.

Just be the infinity.

Just be the cosmos.

Just be the eternal.

Just be the here.

Just be the now.

Just be You.

 

* * * *

A simple explanation suits a simple mind.

A moderate explanation suits a moderate mind.

A complex explanation suits a complex mind.

Every mind its own unique illusory palette.

Every mind a universe unto its Self.

 

* * * *

The both fascinating and exhausting thing about the human paradigm and its Shakespearian spectacle,

Is how we so often really believe, so many things we have imagined, are real and true and important:

 

All our geographies.

All our cultures.

All our families.

All our ethnicities.

All our races.

All our languages.

All our traditions.

All our histories.

All our politics.

All our commerce.

All our conflicts.

All our mathematics.

All our sciences.

All our inventions.

All our engineering.

All our industries.

All our technologies.

All our architecture.

All our superstitions.

All our religions.

All our philosophies.

All our music.

All our arts.

All our sports.

All our costumes.

All our narcissism.

All our hedonism.

All our ecstasies.

All our agonies.

 

Everything we venerate human.

 

That when gazing out into the infinite starry-starry night, we, who are mere microbes in its vastness,

Truly regard our little spinning dust ball, our pale blue dot, our illusion-packed speck, is at its center.

And that our kind is ordained, by our imagination, to be its most meaningful and purposeful creation.

The joke is on us; we, who are too self-absorbed, too greedy, to rationally grasp the absurdity of it all.

And so, we race, barely a hint of squealing brakes, towards the precipice of our own imaginary creation.

And for whatever life forms prevail after we have extinguished ourselves, it will be as if we never existed.

MacBeth’s summation catches it: ‘A tale old by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’

 

* * * *

Religions and cults have risen and fallen with every cultural fusion,

In every geography since our migration erupted from the jungles of old.

They are part of the fabric that holds any mindset to its delusions of grandeur.

It must have been exceedingly terrifying for our ancestors in the way back when,

For us to carry our dread of the mystery to such heights, over and over and over again.

 

* * * *

The mind can be a problem solver.

The mind can be a problem maker.

 

* * * *

Everything makes time.

Everything takes time.

Everything fakes time.

 

* * * *

Unless You have managed to wheedle your way into power and/or fame and/or fortune;

Or have some troll who has found motive to haunt your continuing existence;

Or have family and friends and tribal connections of a clannish sort;

Odds are, all your good and foul deeds, will go largely unnoticed and unpunished.

Anonymity is a gift to your Self, if You have the wit to eschew the delusion of self-importance.

 

* * * *

Whether miserable or cheerful, whether grousing or whistling,

‘Tis yet another Sisyphean day of pushing that rock up the hill.

 

* * * *

How so many opt for a story, for a myth, for an idol,

Over the one and only eternal moment they are,

Is absurdity beyond all comprehension.

 

* * * *

Yet another timeless moment in the moment,

For the illusion-delusion of free will looking forward,

To kaleidoscope into the illusion-delusion of fate looking back.

What choice is there for any pattern playing out its form,

But the utter choicelessness of natural selection?

The sands of time blow on and on and on,

And eternity, indifferent to all of it.

 

* * * *

Clock face

Hour hand

Short hand

Minute hand

Long hand

Second hand

 

One hour

12 hours

24 hours

60 minutes

60 seconds

60 ticks

 

O’clock

Five past

Ten past

Quarter past

Twenty past

Twenty-five past

Half past

Twenty-five to

Twenty to

Quarter to

Ten to

Five to

 

Half-hour

Quarter-hour

 

Clockwise

Counter-clockwise

 

AM (Ante Meridiem)

PM (Post Meridiem)

 

Digital: 7:05

Wording: It's 5 past 7.

Alternative way: It's seven oh five.

 

Digital: 7:15

Wording: It's quarter past 7.

Alternative way: It's seven fifteen.

 

Digital: 7:30

Wording: It's half past 7.

Alternative way: It's seven thirty.

 

Digital: 7:35

Wording: It's 25 to 8.

Alternative way: It's seven thirty-five.

 

* * * *

The eternal moment.

It is not yours.

It never was yours.

It never will be yours.

Suffer your way to nirvana.

 

* * * *

Another moment come and gone.

Did You give it your fullest attention,

Or were You off day-dreaming, yet again?

Another recollection, another vague perception,

Lost and gone forever, either way.

So it goes.

 

* * * *

No, You did not change your destiny, You did not alter your fate.

It might have seemed like a whole new direction in the epiphany You perceived,

But the big picture reality, is, You only continued wandering down the same sands-of-time path.

The dreamtime, from beginning to end, is free will looking forward, fate looking back.

 

An old – old being what it is – American folk song, sings it as it is.

 

Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream;

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

 

* * * *

Regarding Jesus.

I get the story; I get the mythology.

I just do not see it the way the popular rendering reads.

It is not ‘the greatest story ever told,’ in this ineffable eternal mystery.

Phenomena that defy natural law, and scientific method and principles, are ludicrous.

There have been many seers, many sages, many thinkers, throughout the world, throughout all histories.

And all are first and last, in their own right; all have a mythology about their awakening.

And none are more real, more true, than any other, despite all assertions.

The significance is in the awakening, not how it came about.

And none can be followed; none need be followed,

But through the earnest seeker’s own solitary walkabout.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the doer, in all that is done, and all that is undone.

And momentary awareness, is but timeless witness,

To the kaleidoscoping quantum matrix.

 

* * * *

You cannot be responsible for anyone or anything other than your Self.

And even that can be very troublesome more than several times a day.

 

* * * *

What a dominant force all our creations, all our manipulations, play in the human paradigm.

From fire and sharpened sticks, to everything we surround ourselves with, to live and work and entertain,

In this our modern industrial-technological, beyond-all-pales, mad-mad-mad, muddle of a world.

And all the clocks and calendars that tick-tick-tick every moment in our dreams of time,

Send us rushing, racing, every which way, throughout all our days and nights.

Ever scurrying to keep up with all the absurdities our minds embrace.

 

* * * *

The real hell all must overcome, is the one in their minds.

What is heaven, but the neuron trail, at peace with itself.

 

* * * *

The inward awakening is a quiet revolution.

When You are free, it is a silent declaration.

 

* * * *

To unlock the conditioned mind, the You You truly are,

Must grant it your unequivocal, undivided, absolute attention.

You must Descartes-doubt all things, until all doubt discerns its end.

The truth is there for all who have the wit and will to walk the razor’s edge.

 

* * * *

Grubs that can talk, grubs that can walk, grubs that can do all sorts of amazing things;

Grubs that can imagine, that can pretend, that can make-believe, they are more than grubs;

Grubs that believe they are divinely stamped to be greater than all the other grubs small to large;

Grubs that have the power to manipulate and destroy any lesser grub in any way they wish;

Have a lot to learn about the rules of the game, to get back the reality of the way it is.

Can the gluttonous monkey let go the tasty bait to escape the coconut dilemma?

With natural selection so steeped in its grub algorithm, odds are not good.

Vanity and greed are not proving to be very sustainable strategies.

When it comes to survival, the grubs we call cockroaches,

At least 320 million years ancient, and counting,

Have much more viable genetic coding,

And will very likely continue on,

Long after we are gone.

 

* * * *

Whether You see it only once in a while,

Whether You see-hear-touch-taste-smell it all the time,

Why would it be relevant to anyone but You?

Destiny is tiller for every witness.

 

* * * *

Your death will be the end of everything.

Your mind-body, your world, your universe.

Everything You have ever thought or said or done.

Everything You have ever created, preserved, destroyed.

The illusory mirage will evaporate, as if it all never happened.

And whatever awareness is, and is not; whatever eternity is, and is not;

Will carry on without any remnant of the imaginary dreamtime,

That You are not, You never were, You will never be.

It is all an extraordinary, ineffable mystery,

And You but an illusory witness,

Destined to disappear.

 

* * * *

Right here, right now, this very moment, eternity permeates the core of your beingness,

And You settle for story after story, that have no reality, whatsoever.

The absurdity of irony and paradox reigns supreme.

 

* * * *

To be unutterably, unfathomably silent,

Is to disregard, to ignore, the world, the universe,

You every given moment, through imagination, differentiate.

It is a quality of awareness, a quality of attentiveness,

A quality of prior-to-consciousness beingness,

Aligned solely with the eternal moment.

 

* * * *

Learn to trust intuition’s subtle epiphanies.

It is the voiceless voice of the mystery within.

 

* * * *

If humans only perceive 0.0035 percent of this unfathomable mystery,

That some ivory tower sorts call the electromagnetic spectrum,

What the heck is going on in the other 0.9965 percent?

 

* * * *

When who becomes what,

When what becomes where,

When where becomes when,

When when becomes why,

When why becomes how,

When how becomes when,

Minds succumb to every hell.

Minds succumb to every heaven.

 

* * * *

It only takes one inattentive, one unlucky, one fated moment,

To forever change, forever alter, forever downsize, any given dream.

So, pay attention, Pilgrim; be mindful, if You prefer a less painful existence.

 

* * * *

You know a great deal about the world, the cosmos, the quantum illusion, your mind-body perceives,

But about the mystery – the unknowable, the enigmatic, the inexplicable, the inscrutable,

The impenetrable, the indescribable, the unfathomable, the ineffable –

You beyond all doubt, know absolutely nothing.

 

* * * *

There is most certainly an intransigent degree of peace,

And contentment and certainty and hope and unassailability,

In the unambiguous, infallible mindset, of an earnest true believer.

The critical thinker must work far harder to achieve,

That sure-footed level of absurdity.

 

* * * *

You have never existed.

Imagination imagined that You did,

But that was a projection, to which it is prone.

And You will not die, either.

 

* * * *

What here or there has any reality,

What us or them has any reality,

What truth or lie has any reality,

What thick or thin has any reality,

What high or low has any reality,

What great or small has any reality,

What plus or minus has any reality,

What up or down has any reality,

What alive or dead has any reality,

What black or white has any reality,

What inside or outside has any reality,

In an indivisible matrix that knows no duality.

 

* * * *

Human existence is a trail of every imaginable ecstasy and agony,

Every passion to which these mortal coils are susceptible.

Buddha’s First Noble truth: Existence is painful.

The second: Unhappiness is caused by selfish craving.

Third: Deliverance from pain is found through non-attachment.

And fourth: The Eightfold Path … Practice wisdom, morality, meditation.

 

The Eightfold Path

Right views

Right intention

Right speech

Right action

Right livelihood

Right effort

Right mindfulness

Right concentration

 

The Five Hindrances

Sensuality

Ill-will

Lethargy

Worry

Indecision

 

Seven Factors of Enlightenment

Mindfulness

Investigation of existence

Persevering effort

Enkindle rapture

Maintain calm

Concentration on right values and things

Equanimity; good grace toward what life has in store

 

Ten Contemplations

Impermanence

Absence of a permanent self or soul

Profane nature of physical world

Danger or disadvantage

Abandonment

Detachment

Cessation

Distaste for external world

Impermanence of component things

Mindfulness of in-breathing and out-breathing

 

* * * *

Distraction – diversion, recreation, amusement, activity, meaning, purpose – is the opium of the masses.

Whether it be religion or politics or money or news or sports or food or drugs or technology,

Or anything else the human paradigm has conceived to fill its insatiability,

All distractions allow imagination to rule the moment.

 

* * * *

Imagination is the lock; awareness, the key.

You are as self-absorbed and terrestrial,

Or as Self-absorbed and undying,

As the vision in which You harbor.

 

* * * *

This is your one and only moment.

Are You the space and time imaginary You?

Or are You the spaceless-timeless awareness You?

 

* * * *

The paired lobes of the soft nervous tissue immediately behind the skull’s forehead, are the mind’s eye.

The part of the brain concerned with behavior, learning, personality, voluntary movement.

The coordinating epicenter of sensation and intellectual and nervous activity.

The quantum storm, electromagnetic grid, Shakespearian player,

Of the human paradigm’s imaginary condition.

 

* * * *

Even though space and time are really nothing more than an imaginary constructs

The human mind mindlessly, irrationally, absurdly, races it, from womb to grave.

 

* * * *

Space and time are an ever-kaleidoscoping illusion,

In the ineffably spaceless, timeless abyss of eternity.

 

* * * *

Adaptation is about letting go of things that no longer exist,

And discerning what is really happening in the right-here-right-now.

All simply a matter of doing the good old ‘so it goes’ shrug.

Of dealing with it, of getting over it, of moving on.

 

* * * *

A streaming state of mind is much easier when You are totally immersed in some worldly activity.

It is when You are all alone, undistracted, that the dragon of disquieting imagination raises its head.

Self-controlled attention to the ever-present, timeless moment, can be a challenging thing to muster.

 

* * * *

Be content to consider this inexplicable mystery, a mystery that needs no solution.

Nor any of the incalculable absurdities our kind has devised to worship and fear and dread it.

It is the nothing-more-nothing-less, prior-to-consciousness, spaceless-timeless awareness, of all eternity.

You are it, it is You, a wakefulness that pervades all creation, and the abyss in which it frolics.

What more realization, what more insight, what more understanding, is necessary?

The momentary challenge is to be as present, as here now, as possible.

As deeply silent as the mind allows in any given moment.

 

* * * *

Still working all that blather in your head out? All that mind-body conditioning.

All that crap that rolodexes round and round like a rat on a rat wheel,

Regurgitating over and over and over and over and …

Well, silence is the only resolution.

And that takes some very resolute attention.

 

* * * *

Imaginary as the human paradigm is, all come up with their own unique way,

To keep their mindset, their attitude, their conviction, their headset,

In one dimension of balance, of centered-ness, or another.

Obviously, some are much better at it than others.

So-called sanity is about being somewhat functional,

In whatever absurdity is playing out in the given theater.

 

* * * *

God did not kick us out of the Garden; it was a voluntary departure, a voluntary quit.

A cloaking of, a blindness to, a denial of, the instinctual nature, the instinctual patterning.

Brought on by imagination’s fabrication of knowledge, its embracing of knowledge.

Any creation story, no matter how redeeming, is nothing more than a metaphor.

 

* * * *

What is this ephemeral trait called beauty, but an ever-distracting promise of something,

That does not, has never, will never, exist, but in the eye of one beholder or another.

 

* * * *

The Ancient Greeks made a big thing of ethics way back when,

And we have been wagging our fingers at each other ever since.

 

* * * *

It is challenging to understand, to grasp, the nature of history,

Until You have at least a modicum of it in your frame of reference.

 

* * * *

Ethics is the forum pastime of those who are not in the Game of Thrones.

 

Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power,

While the strong do what they can, and the weak suffer what they must.

 

Thucydides (c. 460 – c. 400 BC)

Athenian historian and general

History of the Peloponnesian War

 

Religion is regarded by the common people as true,

By the wise as false, and by rulers as useful.

 

Seneca (4 BC – AD 65)

Stoic philosopher of Ancient Rome

Statesman, dramatist, satirist

 

* * * *

Some conquer the world.

Some conquer themselves.

Some follow one or the other.

Some perch on couches or barstools.

And the rest do, whatever they do, as they can.

 

* * * *

To comprehend what You truly are, have always been, will ever be,

You must unwrap the mind into a totality, so vast, so empty, as to be unfathomably incomprehensible.

It is the You You are, before all befores, after all afters, and during all durings.

The unutterable silence of eternity is deafening.

 

* * * *

You are not anything that You pretend to be,

You are not anything that You imagine your Self to be.

The human paradigm is nothing more than Shakespearian theater,

Being played in the imaginary dreamtime of your mind.

Something spun from nothing is still nothing.

 

* * * *

Idolatry is much easier than realization.

Worshipping an idol, a symbol, an idea, is far simpler,

Than effortlessly being what You are, have ever been, will ever be,

In this bogglingly ineffable magical mystery theater.

 

* * * *

How utterly pointless it is to debate the way it is.

How utterly pointless to use words, to use vibrations given concept,

To argue over mystery that cannot be proven, a mystery that does not require sanction,

From the denizens of a paradigm rooted in absurdity, that is but an illusion,

Playing out in an ineffable mystery that is prior to consciousness.

 

* * * *

Self-importance is a long and winding Yellow Brick Road.

A twisting, turning, entangling, bottomless rabbit hole,

Down which imagination, the usurper, easily treks.

 

* * * *

Silence.

Even thinking of it.

Even trying to attain it.

Even trying to be it,

Denies it.

 

As Minch Yoda astutely said to Luke Skywalker:

No. Try not. Do ... or do not. There is no try.

 

* * * *

Religions are merely riders of consciousness,

Filled with every delusion imagination can imagine.

And consciousness, but a cloud in the vastness of awareness.

And awareness, an ineffable mystery, which can never be fathomed.

Be tranquil in that mystery, and know You are it, and it, You.

What need for any other, when eternity is ascertained.

 

* * * *

You cannot take the second step, until You have taken the first.

You cannot take the third step, until You have taken the second.

You cannot take the fourth step, until You have taken the third.

You cannot take the fifth step, until You have taken the fourth.

You cannot take the sixth step, until You have taken the fifth.

You cannot take the seventh step, until You have taken the sixth.

And You cannot take the last step, until You have taken all prior.

 

* * * *

This opus has been created,

One thought at a time,

One breath at a time,

One drop at a time,

One ounce at a time,

One note at a time,

One fragment at a time,

One crumb at a time,

One dot at a time,

One degree at a time,

One iota at a time,

One fleck at a time,

One jot at a time,

One grain at a time,

One bit at a time,

One brick at a time,

One step at a time,

One splash at a time,

One dash at a time,

One speck at a time,

One dab at a time,

One scrap at a time,

One itty at a time,

One bitty at a time,

One particle at a time,

One point at a time,

One smidgeon at a time,

As the eternal moment dictated.

 

* * * *

Far less taxing to dutifully, naively, sit in pews, and pay a mandatory tithing,

And do whatever sacraments, whatever obligations, the self-ordained ecclesiastics decree;

To study so-called holy scriptures, and repeatedly discuss and debate unutterably pointless absurdities;

To bow and scrape to imaginary deities; to beg for blessings and mercy from imaginary idols;

Than it is to earnestly, profoundly, explore and inquire for your Self, by your Self,

Into an unfathomable, indelible mystery, that can never be known.

A mystery, You are, have ever been, will ever be.

 

* * * *

All groupthink aside, see it or not, accept it or not,

Everything across the universe is the same mystery,

None greater, none lesser, in any way or shape or form.

 

* * * *

What is enlightenment? Does such a thing even exist?

And is it really anything but a never-ending awakening,

To how immense, how unfathomable, a mystery it truly is,

And how infinitesimally small humankind inevitably makes it.

 

* * * *

Nature is the unfathomable mystery’s expression.

The world is nature, the cosmos is nature, the mind-body is nature.

The world is the mystery, the cosmos is the mystery, the mind-body is the mystery.

And scientific method is the most rational means to investigate this kaleidoscoping quantum mirage.

To consider yourself separate from the world, separate from the cosmos,

Is the ever-ironical-paradoxical, absurd fallacy of imagination.

All demarcation, is illusion-delusion of the first order.

And the awareness You are, witness to it all.

 

* * * *

Would You endure all the pain and bother of your brief mortal existence,

If You were strapped to a table, and someone else was inflicting it?

Why wait for a declining body to make the inevitable decision?

Why put family and friends and acquaintances, or yourself,

Though having to deal with all your endgame suffering?

Give them the blessing of their own time and your treasures.

 

* * * *

The human mind evolved in an analog garden world entirely based on a timeless relationship with nature.

Measured time – sundials, clocks, calendars – has altered the mind’s relationship with the moment.

And the digitalization of the analog brain has ferried the entire world down a dead-end road.

The Planet of the Apes is ratcheting up at a crescendo pace for the unescapable Big Fall.

Every species goes extinct sooner or later, and there is no telling how close or far that moment is,

For the end of all the vanity and greed, all the endless horrors, we have fit into our relatively brief wander.

 

* * * *

How is it so few question the deep-seated assumption,

That imagination is tangible, that it is an instrument of substance.

How is it so few have any doubt, that everything imagination has imagined;

Everything perceived by the mind; everything the senses see, hear, taste, smell, touch;

Is nothing more than an evolutionary quirk, nothing more than an illusion-delusion of consciousness.

The underlying – assumption, falsehood, fabrication, invention, fallacy, mendacity –

Is that imagination is more than the mystery’s ephemeral trickster,

And the rare who discern it, stand very much alone.

 

* * * *

The challenge with destiny is not knowing what it is,

And having to play it out one moment at a time,

In whatever way natural selection ordains.

 

* * * *

Doubt until there is nothing left to doubt.

Forget until there is nothing left to remember.

Timeless, ageless, changeless, immutable awareness,

Is all there truly is, all there truly is not.

 

* * * *

Ahooga! Ahooga!

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Speculation alert! Speculation alert! Speculation alert!

Theories and conjectures being formed and launched without firm evidence!

Speculation alert! Speculation alert! Speculation alert!

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

Ahooga! Ahooga!

 

* * * *

How delusional of any seer to think,

Philosophical-mystical thoughts are ever potent enough,

To make any deep impact on imagination’s wheel of creation and destruction.

History churns on and on, and any who believe they can more than slightly nudge it this way or that,

Are sooner or later crushed by the realization of the unutterable pointlessness of it all.

Narcissism and hedonism are at the helm of the humanoid paradigm,

And they will not be undone by any rational soliloquy.

Any attempt only proves the point.

 

* * * *

In the ultimate aloneness, You are.

In the ultimate singularity, You are.

In the ultimate entirety, You are.

In the ultimate indivisible, You are.

In the ultimate infinity, You are.

In the ultimate infinitesimal, You are.

In the ultimate ineffable, You are.

In the ultimate indelible, You are.

In the ultimate mystery, You are.

In the ultimate absolute, You are.

In the ultimate detachment, You are.

In the ultimate intangible, You are.

In the ultimate spaceless, You are.

In the ultimate timeless, You are.

In the ultimate awareness, You are.

In the ultimate serenity, You are.

In the ultimate silence, You are.

In the ultimate emptiness, You are.

In the ultimate fullness, You are.

In the ultimate pointless, You are.

In the ultimate unfathomable, You are.

In the ultimate unborn-undying, You are.

In the ultimate omnipresence, You are.

In the ultimate omniscience, You are.

In the ultimate omnipotence, You are.

 

Only your attachment to your mind-body, your world, your cosmos, limit your vision.

 

* * * *

So many of our two-legged genetic predisposition, perhaps all, rapidly or gradually transform into critics

– Detractors, opponents, enemies, censors, criticizers, faultfinders, knockers, decriers, denigrators –

As if all our judgments mean anything in the grand scheme of all things ineffably indivisible.

As if all our judgments are anything more than insignificant monkey-mind squabbling.

To not cast the first stone is a feat, of which few are capable, much less willing.

To be truly all-accepting, would indeed require, an incredible realization.

 

* * * *

When it comes to defining this mystery,

Claim anything, maintain anything, argue anything,

And You will always be wrongo-bongo.

 

* * * *

Just another day for all the retired, generally tired folk.

Not much need for clocks or calendars at that juncture of the game.

You eats when You are hungry, sleeps when You are tired,

And putters about in the moment between.

 

* * * *

The parochial mind is one having a limited or narrow outlook or scope.

A cosmopolitan mind is familiar with, at ease, in many different countries and cultures.

Provincial, conventional, limited, restricted, narrow-minded, unsophisticated, short-sighted, close-minded, Narrow-minded, inward-looking, naïve, insular, myopic, blinkered, hidebound, jerkwater, petty.

Versus, broad-minded, unprejudiced, tolerant, knowing, aware, seasoned, liberal,

Expansive, sophisticated, experienced, worldwide, global, universal.

There is a spectrum, of course, for we are all ultimately,

The same narcissistic, hedonistic primate,

We were in the jungles of old.

 

* * * *

What is grub, and what is not grub? Need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

The first and last irrational assumption, is that this imaginary You truly exists.

From the greatest heights to the darkest depths, the brain is imagination’s tool.

All life forms wander same stage in different universes, in different perceptions.

No destiny endures forever; every strand of genetic coding only plays out so long.

There is nothing to want, nothing to dread; it is only a mind-body; it is only a dream.

To be the ineffable eternal moment, is to be what You truly are, what You truly are not.

This is your moment. Are You the imaginary You? Or are You the awareness You?

 

* * * *

What relationship, what bond, can a digitalized mind have,

With the analog universe from which it materialized?

How will the natural world manage to hold out?

How will it survive so much obliviousness,

Of the implacable rubrics of the game?

How will it endure a mutant mind,

No analog garden can forever sustain.

 

* * * *

What is this ineffable mystery, but an abyss,

Through which creation and destruction frolic.

 

* * * *

The point is not whether You are a flawless ethical being.

The point is that You are immaculate, no matter your moral character.

No matter your ethnicity, your tribe, your mind-body, your gender, your anything.

You are that which is timeless, spaceless, indivisible, unknowable, indescribable, unfathomable.

To believe otherwise, is to live the falsehood, the deception, of dualistic notion.

 

* * * *

The apparent reality is that the human paradigm will never get past its irrational nature.

Scientific Method has made intrepid efforts in every Ivory Tower domain it could,

But the genetic source code, percolating since creation, cannot be rewritten.

It is the Planet of the Apes, to whatever dystopian end the Fates have ordained.

 

* * * *

Gaze at the farthest star your mortal eyes can muster.

Close your mind, open your inner eye, and there You are.

 

* * * *

That You take your imaginary self

– The mind, the body, the world, the universe –

So seriously, as to suffer so much ecstasy, so much agony,

Is but an exceedingly, beyond-all-pales absurdity.

 

* * * *

Let your mind, let your spirit, be as empty, as vacant, as void, as the sky.

Dispel all thoughts of your imaginary self; become the timeless awareness.

 

* * * *

Clearly discerning the right-here-right-now eternal moment’s mystery for what it is,

Is not a matter of belief, not something that can be rhetorically jousted.

It is plainly, it is simply, it is forthrightly, a Self-realization,

And the greatest of doubts is required to fathom it.

And one either has the doubt, or does not.

Either has the resolve, or does not.

Either has the grit, the gumption, or does not.

Either surrenders to eternity’s silent calling, or does not.

And whoever imparts the awareness, can do no more than point it out,

And serenely meander on, very much alone, in the maha mauna of his own dreamtime.

 

* * * *

How amazing is it, that You with all your trials and tribulations, all your ecstasies and agonies,

Began your existential sojourn when the slimy ejaculate from your father’s testicles,

Surrounded a lone egg from your mother’s ovaries, and one random sperm,

In an epic king-of-the-mountain match, managed to worm its way,

And combine the genetic coding from both their lineages,

And there, in the womb’s dark, blissful abyss,

You slowly baked for nine months,

Before being evacuated through a worm hole,

Into a dreamtime no one asks for, yet many find onerous to depart.

And here You are, in world full of sentient goo, all playing every imaginable inexorable fate.

 

* * * *

How tranquil the minds of our ancestors must have been,

Before imagination usurped the timeless awareness,

And shaped a world corrupted by self-interest.

Before imagination plucked the fruit of the garden,

And gradually spun knowledge into the massive leviathan,

That we, with little caution, spur on, in the given modern moment.

 

* * * *

The mystery is free and clear.

You need not fear it.

You need not tithe it.

You need not name it.

You need not hype it.

You need not follow it.

You need not prove it.

You need not believe it.

You need not pray to it.

You need not sanction it.

You need not worship it.

You need not scrutinize it.

You need not suffer for it.

You need not join any cult.

You need not deny anything.

You need not struggle with it.

You need not accept anything.

You need not bear any dogma.

You need not recite any mantra.

You need not speculate about it.

You need not seek any sideshows.

You need not imagine any divinity.

You need not plead for forgiveness.

You need not dress any special way.

You need not behave any certain way.

You need not meander any certain path.

All You need do, is be its eternal moment.

You are it, and it is You.

Namaste.

 

* * * *

The departing challenge for all, in this ineffable quantum dreamtime theater

– All the effort, all the suffering, it has taken to persevere the long and winding journey –

Is to be content, to be satisfied, with whatever You have done, with whatever You have not done.

 

contentment | kənˈtentmənt |

noun

 

a state of happiness and satisfaction.

 

contentedness, content, satisfaction, fulfillment; happiness, pleasure, cheerfulness, gratification,

gladness; ease, comfort, restfulness, well-being, peace, equanimity, serenity,

tranquility, placidity, placidness, repletion, complacency.

 

Are You?

 

* * * *

Older than the stars, younger than the moment,

Unborn, undying, You are, You are,

In the once upon a time.

 

* * * *

What is there, what can there be,

But what one thinks it, believes it, imagines it.

And no vision, no mind, no world, no cosmos, ever the same.

Every sentient being, small to large; all of the same aloneness, for all eternity.

 

* * * *

From the greatest heights to the darkest depths, the brain is imagination’s tool.

The mind can be a problem solver; the mind can be a problem maker.

How imagination uses You is just another tale quickly done.

A fiction, to which You are witness, as wit allows.

 

* * * *

The Buddha mind is a liberated mind.

The Buddha mind is an empty mind.

The Buddha mind is an unconditional mind.

The Buddha mind is a still mind.

The Buddha mind is a seamless mind.

The Buddha mind is a free mind.

The Buddha mind is an attentive mind.

The Buddha mind is an acute mind.

The Buddha mind is an aware mind.

The Buddha mind is a composed mind.

The Buddha mind is an absolute mind.

The Buddha mind is a boundless mind.

The Buddha mind is an immeasurable mind.

The Buddha mind is a limitless mind.

The Buddha mind is an infinite mind.

The Buddha mind is an infinitesimal mind.

The Buddha mind is a unified mind.

The Buddha mind is an aimless mind.

The Buddha mind is a timeless mind.

The Buddha mind is a serene mind.

The Buddha mind is a sovereign mind.

The Buddha mind is an empty mind.

The Buddha mind is a no-mind mind.

The Buddha mind is an unoccupied mind.

The Buddha mind is a pointless mind.

The Buddha mind is a spaceless mind.

The Buddha mind is a peaceful mind.

The Buddha mind is a matchless mind.

The Buddha mind is a meaningless mind.

The Buddha mind is the cosmic mind.

The Buddha mind is a mind immersed in eternity.

 

* * * *

Human primates imagine themselves highborn and deserving,

But what nobility is there in narcissism and hedonism?

What nobility is there in arrogance and avarice?

 

* * * *

The Ocean of Consumption

The Mountain of Consumption

The Forest of Consumption

The River of Consumption

The Valley of Consumption

The Desert of Consumption

The Oasis of Consumption

The Hill of Consumption

The Marsh of Consumption

The Canyon of Consumption

The Glacier of Consumption

The Bog of Consumption

The Tundra of Consumption

The Plateau of Consumption

 

Whatever the metaphor, Mammon rules,

Those who cannot restrain their narcissistic-hedonistic bent.

 

* * * *

All have their own interpretation, their own construct, of everything.

Every mind, every sensory set – eyes, ears, nose, tongue, nerve-ridden flesh – is entirely unique.

Hard not to get drawn into believing it all real, when You are playing it all real.

Hard to remain detached, when your world draws You so.

 

* * * *

A quantum mind-body synced with a quantum world,

A quantum cosmos, a quantum mystery, a quantum illusion.

Witnessed by You ever present, unborn, undying, eternally alone.

For every ever, sentience; for every ever, consciousness;

For every ever, imagination, manages to endure.

It is but a dream to play as best You can.

Hopefully, it is not a nightmare.

At least, not too often.

 

* * * *

The mind-body can be its own best friend.

The mind-body can be its own worst enemy.

And imagination, the surreal trickster of either.

 

* * * *

You can never know the impact your thoughts and deeds have on others.

As the ripples that have impacted You have shaped your world,

Whatever You say and do, radiates who knows where.

 

How large or small, is a matter of destiny.

Upon how large, how small,

The allotted role in the genetic lottery.

To believe there is choice, free will, is utter fallacy.