Leftovers
What to do when meaning and purpose have lost their sheen, their raison d'être?
Examining the writings of seers and philosophers across all time and space,
It can be seen there is naught but arbitrary rhyme and reason to the many conclusions,
So the answer is, as is so often the case in the vain ways of the monkey-mind: Whatever amuses you.
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Behavior codes are as whimsical as dress codes.
To be constrained by any limited mode of thinking
Is but the conditioning of a mind imprisoned in time.
* * * *
What are you but immortal awareness,
Encased, ensnared, in a corporal container,
Playing out a temporal meme born of imagination.
* * * *
Life is a Rolodex of ever-changing perceptions and values.
How any given mind sees its world is never the same for long.
* * * *
History is process, and process repeats its patterns, but never goes back.
Square one is a long ago before the ever-after of time was ever conceived.
* * * *
Awareness is aware of every point and particle of the manifest dreamtime.
It is aware of every kaleidoscoping matrix quantum moment throughout all eternity.
The many creations it omnisciently witnesses are aware of it only rarely, if ever.
To awaken to the awareness, the indelible mystery within and without,
To wander through the reverie, conscious of the omniscience,
Is a center stage role available to all, but offered to few.
* * * *
Awareness is the unknowable source of all intelligence.
Creation is but the sequential means of its eternal quantum potential
For dreaming whatever its kaleidoscoping matrix of a mystery has in no-mind store.
* * * *
That voice in your head is nothing more than a recording
Of imagination’s response to the nature-nurture conditioning.
* * * *
To fully perceive that you are not this manifestation is an unending challenge.
The sensory theater is ever an enticing, hypnotic, call of the sirens.
It is not at all easy to meander in unconditional solitude,
Hypnotized as you are by the cultural paradigm,
Founded upon a genetic predisposition,
Towards interaction with individual and groups,
That spontaneously evolved in the fierce jungles of long ago.
* * * *
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
And however it may unfold, if you are contemplating such as this,
Your fate may well be to be an unfathomable eye of the unfolding dream.
* * * *
The true believer, no matter the belief, is caught in the web of space and time,
And can never perceive that the meme is but a dream.
Freedom is but a word.
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59 Moments to Me, My Self, and I
59 Moments to Truth or Consequences
59 Moments to Diddly-Squat
59 Moments to Okey-Dokey
59 Moments to Eternity
59 Moments to Oblivion
59 Moments to Laissez-Faire
59 Moments to Mystery
59 Moments to So It Goes
59 Moments to Fearlessness
59 Moments to Timelessness
59 Moments to Truth
59 Moments to Born Anew
59 Moments to Nirvana
59 Moments to Passé
59 Moments to Godlessness
59 Moments to God
59 Moments to Rationalism
59 Moments to Existentialism
59 Moments to Annihilation
59 Moments to Common Sense
59 Moments to Discernment
59 Moments to Critical Thinking
59 Moments to Gumption
59 Moments to Grit
59 Moments to Resourcefulness
59 Moments to Imagination
59 Moments to Inventiveness
59 Moments to Creativity
59 Moments to Wit
59 Moments to History
59 Moments to Born Again
59 Moments to Ingenuity
59 Moments to Enterprise
59 Moments to Reality
59 Moments to Absurdity
59 Moments to Humility
59 Moments to Hopelessness
59 Moments to Minimalism
59 Moments to Evermore
59 Moments to Hedonism
59 Moments to Discipline
59 Moments to Narcissism
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Buddha
59 Moments to Null and Void
59 Moments to Emptiness
59 Moments to Nothingness
59 Moments to Now
59 Moments to Here
59 Moments to Here Now
59 Moments to Negation
59 Moments to Anarchy
59 Moments to Skepticism
59 Moments to Cynicism
59 Moments to Pessimism
59 Moments to Doubt
59 Moments to Nihilism
59 Moments to Bullshit
59 Moments to Om
59 Moments to Quantum
59 Moments to Abyss
59 Moments to Agnostic
59 Moments to Atheism
59 Moments to Freethinking
59 Moments to Belief
59 Moments to Death
59 Moments to Eternal Life
59 Moments to Nonbelief
59 Moments to Illusion
59 Moments to Delusion
59 Moments to Matrix
59 Moments to Craving
59 Moments to Satisfaction
59 Moments to Contentment
59 Moments to Immortality
59 Moments to Solitude
59 Moments to No Other
59 Moments to Detachment
59 Moments to Singularity
59 Moments to Totality
59 Moments to Absoluteness
59 Moments to Indivisibility
59 Moments to Success
59 Moments to Failure
59 Moments to Happiness
59 Moments to Sorrow
59 Moments to Joy
59 Moments to Oneness
59 Moments to Ecstasy
59 Moments to Infinity
59 Moments to Infinitesimalibility
59 Moments to Peace
59 Moments to Freedom
59 Moments to the Beyond the Pale
59 Moments to Perfection
59 Moments to Imperfection
59 Moments to Tranquility
59 Moments to Bliss
59 Moments to Meditation
59 Moments to Contemplation
59 Moments to Acuteness
59 Moments to Obtuseness
59 Moments to Heaven
59 Moments to Hell
59 Moments to Perdition
59 Moments to Brahman
59 Moments to Samadhi
59 Moments to the End of Time
59 Moments to the Beginning of Time
59 Moments to the Success in Failure
59 Moments to the Failure in Success
59 Moments to Future-Past
59 Moments to Serendipity
59 Moments to Dharma
59 Moments to Artha
59 Moments to Karma
59 Moments to Moksha
59 Moments to Go
59 Moments to Dreamtime
59 Moments to Pause
59 Moments to Stop
59 Moments to Separation
59 Moments to Unity
59 Moments to By Golly
59 Moments to the Great Pfft!
59 Moments to Manifest Destiny
59 Moments to Unmanifest Destiny
59 Moments to the End Before All Beginnings
59 Moments to the Beginning After all Ends
59 Moments to Ad Infinitum
59 Moments to Et Cetera
59 Moments … To Be Continued
* * * *
What is humankind but a cancerous paradigm,
Voraciously bent, both consciously and unconsciously,
On consuming the incredible diversity of this garden world,
In every way, through every means, for every purpose imaginable.
* * * *
Civilizations across all times, all geographies,
Have been established upon every imaginable assumption.
None have long withstood the countless trials, the continuous friction,
With which they have been every moment berated and battered by consciousness.
* * * *
All this knowledge that humankind has fabricated,
All these words, all these numbers, all these notes, all these whatever;
The challenge is to stir them, mingle them, blend them, into their quantum indivisibility,
And discern the illusionary matrix in which they timelessly dance.
* * * *
Yet another meaningless act: aimless, blank, carrying-no-great-weight,
Empty, futile, having-no-effect, hollow, incoherent, incomprehensible, inconsequential,
Insignificant, insincere, irrelevant, pointless, purposeless, senseless, throwaway,
Trivial, trifling, unimportant, unintelligible, vain, valueless, worthless.
* * * *
For anyone who runs out of agenda, who runs out of meaning and purpose,
What else is there to do but return to the sanctity of the timeless beingness,
The solitary awareness, the indivisibility of totality, that is witness within.
* * * *
What many do not seem to grasp about the evolution of medicine,
Is that participating in any medical procedures, taking any medications,
Means they are essentially participating as lab rats in the advance of science.
That the outcome contributes to the never-ending statistical progression of research.
And comprehend it or not, like it or not, not participating in the process,
Is, in its own wayward way, also contributing to the evolution.
* * * *
Vanity and the endless greed for more, more, more,
Is the ever-churning, insatiable fate of the human paradigm.
There is no way to prevent it, no way to mitigate it, no way to avoid it.
How far it will go, or how it will end, is anybody’s guess,
But rest assured, it will not be pretty.
* * * *
How inevitably absurd, asinine, banal, bizarre, blah, bland, boring, characterless,
Childish, colorless, corruptible, daft, deadly, dry, dreary, dull, dullsville, empty, farcical,
Flat, frustrating, futile, hare-brained, hollow, ho-hum, humdrum, idiotic, illogical, impractical,
Inane, incongruous, insipid, irksome, irrational, juvenile, lackluster, lifeless, ludicrous, meaningless,
Mind-numbing, monochrome, monotonous, mundane, not up to much, pathetic, pointless, puerile,
Purposeless, repetitive, ridiculous, 'same old, same old', senseless, silly, soul-annihilating, stale,
Stodgy, strange, stupid, tame, tedious, tired, tiresome, tiring, trite, trivial, trying, uneventful,
Unexciting, uninspiring, uninteresting, uninvolving, unrelieved, unvaried, vulnerable,
Wearing, and generally wishy-washy the human paradigm has so often become.
* * * *
Such is the fleeting-ungraspable-immeasurable quantum nature of eternity,
That the senses forever lull all but the most judicious minds,
Into a hypnotic state of unavoidable delusion.
Surely as indelibly binding as the instinctual patterning,
Of any other creature this ineffable garden orb has ever fashioned.
* * * *
If you want true civilization, you must behave civilly.
History across the board, across time, again and again,
Shows the alternative much less nice, much less pretty.
* * * *
The adoration, the veneration, the exaltation, the deification, of vanity and greed,
Is conveying the human paradigm, the human condition, the human debacle,
To the lowest common denominator imagination is capable of fostering.
* * * *
It is this moment in which all decisions are made.
It is only subjective patterning that sets any course.
* * * *
Science allows much greater breadth and depth, than any other belief system,
And in its purest methodology, has no creed, no dogma, but never-ending investigation.
To settle for less, is to settle for the ceaseless inanities of endless delusions,
Harbored by those who seek to paint everything black and white,
Those incapable of embracing the gray, the mystery is.
* * * *
Consciousness is ever fabricating one imaginary more-more-more or another.
Whether tangible or intangible, the indivisible quantum space and time matrix-theater,
Can never be more than a kaleidoscoping light and sound show,
No matter the claim, no matter the assertion.
* * * *
If you must have certainty,
If you must have belief,
If you must have faith,
Let it be in the now,
And try to keep up.
* * * *
Every cause becomes effect; every effect becomes cause.
Agony and ecstasy are a spectrum, a gamut, a pendulum of outcomes.
The wider the span, the wider the continuum, the more extreme the pains and pleasures.
The narrower the range, the scope, the more moderate the consequences.
* * * *
Any belief system that promotes dualistic notion is pure delusion,
And deserves absolutely no consideration, no argument, no regard, whatsoever.
Truth is indivisible, and any division, any boundary, is nothing more than human nonsense.
* * * *
The challenge is letting go of the cacophony ever playing out in our aloneness.
We spend so much time questing the most unadorned reality the mystery has to offer,
Yet there it is: the awareness, the witness, the enigma, peering out from behind every mask.
What need for religion? What need for spirituality? What need for belief, faith, prayer, scripture?
What need for heavens and hells and purgatories, deities and demons, mythologies, icons, sacraments?
What need for messiahs, saints, priesthoods, traditions, superstitions, caste systems, groupthinks?
What need for philosophies, dogmas, ethics, laws, principles, doctrines, idols, mystic powers?
What need for cathedrals, temples, shrines, holy places, titles, hierarchies, dress codes?
What need for dualistic or non-dualistic concepts, or any light or sound shows?
Why worship what you are? Eternity is right here right now, timeless.
Merely being the awareness is all there is: You are it, it is You.
Anything less is nothing more than the trickster mind,
Playing its more-more-more imagination game.
* * * *
How can a dream, as tangible, as substantial as it may seem, ever be measured?
Even science, incisive as it for all practical purposes appears to be,
Is ultimately little more than another fallacious creed.
The mystery is the mystery is the mystery,
Eternally inscrutable,
No matter how penetrating the mind.
* * * *
Few grasp history well enough not to repeat its underlying patterns again and again.
Intelligence and wisdom cannot long prevail over ignorance any more than light can darkness.
Despite all attempts to attain a greater quality of consciousness, to navigate a more enlightened course,
Humankind seems destined to play out its passionate mind until its inescapable extinction.
Between now and then, who knows what agonies and ecstasies will play out.
* * * *
What a dream this whole friggin’ so-called existence has been.
Nothing more than an ethereal, kaleidoscoping, three-dimensional, touchy-feely,
Subjective, arbitrary, haphazard, space and time matrix,
Quantum mirage of a dream.
* * * *
Within any culture that has ever been or will ever be,
The abiding definition of sanity will always be
About fitting into the given tribal norm.
* * * *
Self is without persona or attachment,
Without need or longing, without timeline or itinerary,
Without meaning or purpose, without like or dislike, without desire or fear,
Without any notion or inkling or concern or perception, whatsoever.
* * * *
Human emotion is a mammalian evolutionary trait.
Its reality is nothing more than imagination’s conditioned responses,
To the given body’s ever-changing chemical interactions.
It is a cornerstone of the human paradigm.
* * * *
Yet another factoid, another insight, another harbinger,
Which you will on occasion recollect, until you perchance forget,
Or perish, which for all intents and purposes, is well-nigh the same thing.
* * * *
The newborn knows nothing of the agonies and ecstasies of world,
Until the conditioning winds of the given context,
Slowly imprint its reality,
Into the dream of the given mind-body.
* * * *
Wisdom is the distillation of experience,
All must begin in ignorance, and in that innocence,
Wander through every variety of adventure and misadventure,
Slowly steeping into whatever persona, the nature-nurture has designated.
The rare few who articulate into sages may one day find themselves hailed upon a stage,
Or anonymous in a park, a coffee shop, a bar, a bus, or any given street corner,
Recounting their long and winding journey upon the trail less travelled,
Spinning whatever wisdom, whatever truths, they have gleaned.
It is not a calling for which there is all that much demand,
But in retrospect, there is little choice in the matter.
* * * *
What are so-called good and evil
But relative states of self-absorption, imaginary all the while.
Different states of consciousness founded on different values, different frames of reference.
None of which are in any way lasting or meaningful in the eye of awareness.
* * * *
Every new day begins with the mind’s slumbering dream-state churning into its waking version,
In which it re-concocts its imaginary perception of its world, of its universe,
Evoked by the conditioning of its nature-nurture mirage.
The dream-state into which you awoke at age two,
Is not the dream-state you awoke to at age ten or fifteen or thirty,
Nor will it, can it, ever be same at any age before Charon arrives to collect his coin.
You are but a dreamer dreaming, and that reverie, no matter how real or true you believe it to be,
Is ultimately nothing more than the momentary cotton candy of time-bound imagination.
* * * *
What is it to be civilized, and are you?
And what would you be, and what would you do,
If you were not conditioned, if you were not domesticated?
* * * *
What a curious thing that so many human beings
Want to believe there surely must be some meaning, some purpose,
Greater than the magical opportunity to exist for even just a brief time in the first place.
Where is the humility? Where is the gratitude? Where is the wisdom?
* * * *
Be as the newborn in the crib: pure awareness, pure isness, pure nature,
Watchfully waiting for the winds of nurture to shape it, mold it, condition it, brainwash it,
Program it, indoctrinate it, persuade it, into its persona, its will, its destiny.
* * * *
What would a timeline of seers, mystics, and philosophers look like?
What patterns would it make clear of the endless gyrations,
In the shaping, the molding, of the human epoch?
* * * *
The point and purpose of all labels should be suspect to any bent on the quest for truth.
To confine anything within a concept always risks, intentionally or not,
Diminishing, obfuscating, its essential integrity.
* * * *
Abandon all belief that you are a human being,
Or any other imaginable form of conscious design.
You are awareness: timeless, empty, ever alone.
* * * *
The unborn-undying awareness is the same in all living creatures.
It is only in the ever-streaming outcomes of nature-nurture,
That all differences are wrought in the dream of time.
* * * *
No culture across this planet, no culture anywhere in time,
Has ever been anything more than a tribal mindset bent on perpetuating itself.
Any prescribed adherence to anything, is nothing more than allowing some other, to rule your mind.
You owe history nothing but what you freely consent.
* * * *
You are really nothing more than the timeless awareness playing out whatever appearance
The given mind-body has been conditioned to pretend for the duration of illusion
It has been allotted by the nature-nurture of the quantum mystery.
Enjoy it as best ye may, but try not to take it too personal.
* * * *
Creation and preservation and destruction,
Are a simultaneous, every-moment, timeless process,
Played out in the indivisible, unborn-undying quantum matrix.
* * * *
Civility is the foundation, the keystone, the linchpin, the fulcrum, of civilization;
Morality and ethics its oft-spouted-oft-ignored stepchildren of the red-headed genus.
* * * *
Passion, delusional as it is,
Spins a great sense of purpose and meaning to nothing.
It is a cotton candy sort of thing.
* * * *
Your mind-body is the evolutionary outcome
Of a natural selection process since life’s inception.
You are what you are; there is no one to blame.
You must play out what you must play out.
Call it fate, call it kismet, call it karma,
You have absolutely no say in the matter.
* * * *
The Ivory Tower, is not a tower, nor is it made of ivory, and whatever it is,
The Church of Reason is as full of pride and vanity as any other human endeavor.
As Robert Pirsig so powerfully wrote in the Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance:
The real University is a state of mind. It is that great heritage of rational thought that has been
Brought down to us through the centuries and which does not exist at any specific location.
It is a state of mind which is regenerated throughout the centuries by a body of people
Who traditionally carry the title of professor, but even that title is not part of the real University.
The real University is nothing less than the continuing body of reason itself.
* * * *
It is in the untainted, absolute awareness, that you truly are.
The quantum matrix, the play of space and time, is but a finite, temporal means.
Your immortality, your indivisibility, your inexplicability,
Is prior to any and all dreams.
* * * *
Return to the primordial awareness,
That you ever are, before all the conditioning of consciousness,
Before the nature-nurture, that shaped you into believing the sensory illusion, real and true.
* * * *
A mystic-philosopher’s Sisyphean task is to wander where only no-mind can go.
To face the aloneness – its angels and demons – without equivocation, without hesitation.
It is a Quixotic Yellow-Brick-Road journey into the timeless fearlessness of boundless awareness.
* * * *
Every culture is a synergistic, miasmic brew of assumptions
About everything the human mind is hardwired to confabulate.
* * * *
You can tell those who perceive themselves on the losing end of the culture wars
By the way they continually refashion their labels and symbols,
And work so hard for recognition and approval;
Only just maybe discerning, that empowerment blooms within.
Assume it so, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead, is the way of the eternal warrior.
* * * *
The quest for truth is about discerning the ultimate true nature.
To fixate on pleasures like love or bliss, or any other emotional notions,
Is nothing more than the mind’s never-ending thirst for mundane gratification.
Serious inquiry is its own singular, disciplined point and purpose.
Poignant sidebars are but time-bound upshots.
* * * *
Look within, and what is there but a stillness, a nothingness, an awareness,
To which imagination fabricates every conceivable meaning and purpose.
* * * *
From all beginnings to all ends, from your beginning to your end,
Everything perpetually, everlastingly, enduringly, immutably, immortally, done and undone.
Everything patterned, everything fated, everything destined, everything kismet.
Change, nothing more than imaginary, sensory-inspired notion.
A quantum dreamer dreaming a quantum design;
Every moment instantaneously, simultaneously indivisible.
* * * *
No matter how immense, no matter how tiny,
It is a you-eat-you universe, a you-eat-you dream.
Compassion and ethics are but token notions.
* * * *
History is replete with rebels of every shade.
To stand alone is nothing new under this star’s steady gaze.
They have provoked many adjustments, set the course many new directions,
But have any ever fundamentally mutated the startup source code of the human paradigm?
Have any ever even once managed to get the jungle out of the monkey?
History does not repeat itself, but the patterns do.
* * * *
You are this set of biological functions; you are not this set of biological functions.
You are this set of bodily networks; you are not this set of bodily networks.
You are this set of perceptions; you are not this set of perceptions.
You are this set of memories; you are not this set of memories.
You are this set of truths; you are not this set of truths.
You are this set of falsehoods; you are not this set of falsehoods.
You are this set of likes; you are not this set of likes.
You are this set of dislikes; you are not this set of dislikes.
You are this set of successes; you are not this set of successes.
You are this set of failures; you are not this set of failures.
You are this set of references; you are not this set of references.
You are this set of preferences; you are not this set of preferences.
You are this set of intentions; you are not this set of intentions.
You are this set of desires; you are not this set of desires.
You are this set of fears; you are not this set of fears.
You are this set of reflections; you are not this set of reflections.
You are this set of pleasures; you are not this set of pleasures.
You are this set of pains; you are not this set of pains.
You are this set of vanities; you are not this set of vanities.
You are this set of sensations; you are not this set of sensations.
You are this set of connections; you are not this set of connections.
Your story, your tale, your narrative, your history, your sense of self,
Is but a temporal play of imagination in eternity’s misty mystery,
And is, for all practical purpose, forgotten as soon as it began.
* * * *
What is perception, what is thought, what is imagination, but lightning storms in the cranium,
Given whatever meaning and purpose the winds of nature-nurture have determined.
Call it conditioning, call it habituation, call it teaching, call it programming,
Call it patterning, call it imitating, call it copying, call it designing,
Call it indoctrination, call it domestication, call it brainwashing, call it whatever.
It is what it is, and we as a species have played out, and will always play out, the resulting theater.
* * * *
Laws, commandments, regulations, rules, decrees, edicts, directives,
Principles, maxims, axioms, dictums, morals, scruples, codes,
Tenets, ethics, mores, values, traditions, beliefs, et cetera,
Are artifices of human invention, as are all the ceaseless deities
Fabricated to give the carrots of desire and sticks of fear greater heft.
* * * *
Those who are inspired to delve into this perpetual mystery
Arrive in every time, in every geography, in every culture, in every size, in every shape.
All are imbued with the same ineffable, immutable, undying awareness.
Quantum is quantum, no matter the smokescreen.
* * * *
What is vanity but a self-absorbed monkey-mind need
To attain some sort of significance, some sort of meaning, some sort of purpose.
Nothing more than a denial of the inherent aloneness,
The innate anonymity of all.
* * * *
You in the utter aloneness of pure awareness are the eternal nowness, the eternal life,
Playing the quantum matrix real, timelessly witnessing the mystery you are,
The mystery you have ever been, the mystery you will ever be.
* * * *
From the moment you are conceived,
You begin a long and winding wander
To one executioner’s block or another.
Your fate is etched in the sands of time.
* * * *
Discern pure awareness,
Prior to all conditioning,
Prior to all said and done,
Prior to all conscious design.
* * * *
Heraclitus and Freud wrote of the same smoky truth:
A man’s character – the whimsical dance of imagination – is his fate.
Anatomy – the indivisible dance of physics and chemistry and biology – is destiny.
* * * *
Is it the hardwired, programmed, conditioned consciousness,
That spawns intelligence, that contrives all thoughts and actions?
Or the awareness, that underlies all forms, throughout all creation?
* * * *
We are all cousins of the same jungle, all ultimately equal.
Skin color is nothing more than a matter of latitude,
Of where our more recent ancestors resided.
Cultures are but arbitrary agreements.
We are all enslaved by the chains,
We give harbor in our minds.
Each alone must choose to be free.
* * * *
The mystery of awareness peers out through the creations of its quantum theater,
Interacting in every way imaginable as the given patterning and scenario dictate.
* * * *
How easy it is to fall into a descending spiral of self-pity over one’s lot in life.
To stay strong, to stand tall in the bittersweet winds of fate, is ever a challenge.
* * * *
How free is the individual in any meme?
How free is the individual in any group?
How free is the individual in any mind?
* * * *
Chances are, that wherever you journey, no matter how far, you will always be you;
With all your assumptions, all your behaviors, all your prejudices, all your boundaries;
All filtered by time-bound consciousness timelessly streaming through pristine awareness.
* * * *
And from what might you hope you can be rescued?
Misfortune? Conflict? Suffering? Pain? Death?
If you truly fathomed what life and death are,
You might well perceive eternity’s harmonic ballet,
Playing out each and every twinkling, before your very eyes.
That birth and death are but temporal illusions of mind-body consciousness.
That the you, to which you subscribe, is in reality nothing more than a figment of imagination.
Eternal life is the stillness of the unborn-undying awareness, You every instant are,
Witnessing the reverie of a quantum matrix, born of a quantum mind.
* * * *
Can you waylay all the pitter-patter chatter of imaginary identity, and just be?
Can you release your consciousness from all its fictional attachments
To culture, politics, religion, finance, gender, education,
Emotion, language, race, caste, et cetera.
Can you be just the stillness of pure awareness?
* * * *
We are one and all the same essence, the same gold, the same creation, the same source, come to life.
With but five senses, we have each fashioned, we have each imagined, immense universes.
Why should we not, all together, celebrate the mystery that has stitched together,
Within and without each of us, a timeless, indivisible quantum matrix,
Through which each, very much alone, abides their given lot.
A singular vision that relatively few feel called to clearly realize.
* * * *
Life is born of patterns, predispositions, instincts,
But it is imagination that transcends the origins of matter,
And how probable is that in the farthest reaches of time and space?
There are billions and billions, maybe even trillions and trillions of galaxies,
But the dreamtime of humankind will never discover, never know, anything firsthand
About the all-but-infinite mysteries playing out in the all-but-infinite shores.
The fictions of paper and screen will be as far as we ever travel.
* * * *
In the pure nihilistic mind,
The mind that doubts everything,
The mind that no longer seeks meaning,
The mind that no longer necessitates purpose,
The mind that no longer acknowledges dogma,
The mind that no longer maintains principles,
The mind that no longer asserts knowledge,
The mind that literally believes nothing,
The first and last freedom reigns.
* * * *
That most primal thing, fear, has been key in molding this imaginary you,
A conditioned identity that you every day wake up believing real and true.
A state of mind, a state of attachment, a sword by which you live and die.
* * * *
Is it an electromagnetic spectrum?
An electromagnetic matrix?
Or anything at all?
* * * *
All belief, all tradition, all dogma, all speculation, is nothing more than imaginary confabulation,
Of the mind ever seeking security, ever assuming there must be an answer to the insoluble unknown.
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You are, have ever been, will ever be, the same eternal, indivisible, sovereign, immortal Self.
It is only the nature-nurture, the times and spaces, the minds and bodies,
The cultures and language, and everything other,
That appear to change.
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The universe is a quantum matrix; a timeless, indivisible, indelible, vibratory theater.
Every life form has its own unique relationship with its enigmatic mystery.
In humankind, it is through the eyes, that the mind discerns light;
Ears, sound; tongue, taste; nose, smell; flesh, touch.
What would your cosmos, your world, be,
With even one or two or three less, much less all?
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Your sense of significance is highly exaggerated, highly overrated.
As all-important as your path to glory likely theaters out in that temporal head,
It is at best barely a twitch of a vibration on the Richter scale of the electromagnetic matrix.
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Purposelessness.
More purposelessness.
Even more purposelessness.
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Civilization.
More civilization.
Even more civilization.
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Serendipity.
More serendipity.
Even more serendipity.
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Patterns.
More patterns.
Even more patterns.
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Values.
More values.
Even more values.
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Foul purpose.
More foul purpose.
Even more foul purpose.
Soundbites
Is there anything that can be said or done that cannot be used for some foul purpose or another?
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What is this human predisposition, this fascination, this addiction, with needing to know?
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The young are conditioned to play the game with every conceivable lie time can concoct.
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Real faith requires no word or act, no belief or creed.
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That demon in you, always calling for more, more, more.
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Physics ... Chemistry ... Biology ... Patterns within patterns within patterns.
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Epiphany serendipity.
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Another layer of dust reminding you of your fate.
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All fates are but mirages born of imagination.
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We all play out one meme or another.
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The Fates are indifferent to yours.
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Embrace the meaninglessness; embrace the purposelessness.
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Fate is about what price you are willing to pay.
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Memes all.
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Destiny is the price life pays for existence.
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Like it or not, what you really are and are not is, for all practical purposes, forever.
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Principles often prove to be many-layered things in the relativity of circumstance.
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Principles have a tendency to change with the given wind.
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The hallmark of any civilization has always been too many people in too little space.
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The quantum matrix born of a quantum mind is a figment of time.
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To meet your fate with a full breath inspires the greatest courage.
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Trust fate to sooner or later winding-road you to one executioner’s block or another.
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Winning is not always the priority; surviving, abiding, is often the more realistic outcome.
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Pleasure and pain spawn different outcomes in their cause-and-effect spins.
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Purposelessness, more purposelessness, even more purposelessness.
* * * *
Civilization, more civilization, even more civilization.
* * * *
Serendipity, more serendipity, even more serendipity.
* * * *
Patterns, more patterns, even more patterns.
* * * *
Values, more values, even more values.
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Foul purpose, more foul purpose, even more foul purpose.
Breadcrumbs
Just a few four-letter words to which I yield little or no attachment:
Love, hate, hope, good, just, luck, fair, cute, nice, pink,
Work, time, herd, fate, true, gawd …
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Because I was allotted no agenda, no plan, no purpose, no objective, no raison d'être,
The inscrutable mystery took me into its bosom, and flung me every direction.
Took me for a bit of a whirl out on the cosmic dance floor, so to speak.
And somehow, I survived long enough to share what I gleaned.
* * * *
Dissolving the world one meme at a time.
* * * *
Perhaps the dream will find use
For these many thoughts, perhaps not.
‘Tis the nature of any gift to not know its fate.
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My faith is so strong, no word or act, no belief or creed, is required.
* * * *
I have been allotted the destiny to discern that awareness, that vision, that insight, that wisdom,
Which has been perceived by many thinkers across all times and geographies.
The concepts and symbols and dogmas may vary greatly,
But the source is ever the same.
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A vision with no attachment
To the confabulations of the mind in time,
For you to discern as it is your destiny to discern, or not.
* * * *
Here now I be,
Fulfilling this destiny,
This fate, this kismet, this vocation,
One ditty at a time.
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In most every ditty, something to unlock in perception’s rainbow.
Not quite koans, but close enough for this mind’s roguish purpose.
* * * *
Before you enter this thinker’s house, please be sure to check your limitations,
And beliefs and conclusions and assumptions and fears and desires at the door.
* * * *
Whether or not awareness has through this set of eyes
Discerned its Self as clearly, as lucidly, as other minds might
Does not matter one iota of a particle of a smidgeon.
All fates are but mirages born of imagination.
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Christen once called me a hierophant:
A person, especially a priest in ancient Greece,
Who interprets sacred mysteries or esoteric principles.