One
If it is your calling, your fortune, your kismet, your fate, your destiny,
You will discern the me within you, the you within me, the same me,
The same awareness within and between all things great to small.
* * * *
Surrender that which was never yours.
Your fate can be serendipitously eternal.
* * * *
Man and woman merge in the throws of sexual ecstasy.
In the quiet tempest of goo, two fertile eggs unite.
In the mystery of the woman’s dark womb,
In the eternal stillness before time,
The seed grows, forms into life.
Out comes an organism
Wired for a fate yet unknown
Into a universe of its own conception.
II
In all destinies there is an executioner, an assassin, a slayer,
Ever formed of the earth-air-water-fire of all things here-now ether.
There is no escape for the awareness you are, only an abiding endurance.
Spurn the Fates, they cannot touch you once the shadow of karma loses its hold.
* * * *
If all sentient beings were to awaken at once,
Consciousness would not, could not, be the adventure it is.
So the relentless, gnashing, grinding, kaleidoscope of bondage and suffering
Spins on in its mysterious, unfolding dreamtime destiny.
* * * *
Nothing is lost, nothing is forgotten.
Each alone must search for it, each alone must discern it.
Each alone must let go of all that is known, release all that is held near and dear,
To realize the eternal truth fated to forever remain unknown.
III
It will be your voluntary destiny
To reside in the kaleidoscope of bondage
Until duality no longer suits you.
* * * *
It is perhaps your destiny to awaken,
And unravel the manifest existence that seemed so real
Into yet another journey into the only reality there is, ever was, will ever be.
The only reality that is not, never was, will never be.
VI
The personality is merely a complex interaction of patterns.
Thoughts and emotions playing out the mind-body theater.
* * * *
All manifestation is subject to the patterning,
While the source to which all patterns essentially subscribe,
Remains timelessly inexplicable, timelessly inscrutable, forever unknowable.
VIII
All that is, is of the patterning, but what resides prior to all patterns?
Who cares whether you exist once, or expire times beyond counting?
Every moment's kaleidoscoping streamtime is the story’s true telling.
XI
The countless abuses of affluence have ever been set before you.
Those whose greed controls their destiny have neither heart nor mind for eternity.
Their absorption with gold and other shiny things blinds them to reality.
XII
You can never go back, you can never return, to what you once were.
You have seen too much, and can only carry on wherever the fates lead.
XIV
It may be disturbing to realize that you do not really exist,
But the fact remains that your ultimate destiny is oblivion.
XV
Seekers of truth are like moths to a flame, their destiny oblivion.
* * * *
It is what it is, take it or leave it, into the fires of fate.
* * * *
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.
XVIII
Inattention is often the catalyst of misfortune.
XX
Any given fate is a timeless sculpture carved in every moment.
All fates are already written in the shifting sands of awareness.
* * * *
The state of the world is a natural consequence
Of the synergy of our all our imaginary interactions.
It has nothing to do with any plan, any conspiracy
Concocted by any god, any gods, any demons.
It is we alone who have created our destiny.
XXI
Humanity, not really much bigger than ants,
Crawls about, feeds and clothes the body, completes tasks,
Builds dwellings and pathways, exercises mating rituals, customs and wars,
All the while thinking itself so important to the welfare of the universe.
God will surely save us for we are humble and deserving
Of a better fate than we have chosen to create.
* * * *
Is not some far off harsh, future fate,
But the here-now you in aloneness create.
And that heaven is that same space,
But wherein you see your Self
Well past the human race.
* * * *
These words tinker with the destiny of humanity.
* * * *
Fate cannot be denied.
To one conclusion or another,
All must surrender a lifetime of process.
XXII
Of all the creatures great and small
To whose extinction humanity has contributed,
Do you seriously believe your line immune to such a fate?
* * * *
Destiny is the play of free will born of illusion.
XXIII
If it is your destiny to awaken, what can stop you?
* * * *
Humanity's fate is the synergy of countless choices born of dualistic thinking.
XXIV
Few, if any, know their manifest fate, and rejection of any resists all.
To be ready and waiting for any possibility embraces the quantum die roll.
* * * *
There is only one awareness, there is only one moment.
All mind-bodies, all facades, born of consciousness,
Are fated to dissipate into its indivisible oblivion.
XXV
Dissolve into true Self, surrender to your fate; it will all be over soon enough.
XXVI
To merge into the impersonal moment is to know what your destiny has ever been.
* * * *
You are totally responsible for your slice of humanity's destiny.
* * * *
The only real problem is the dysfunctional use of the mind.
Our paradigm is dashing us toward an unnecessary destiny.
XXVII
Leave Sodom without looking back, for it will suffer the fate of its own free will.
* * * *
No nation will stand, no fortune will hold,
No fame will be more than fleeting.
All are puppets of the changing.
All fates are as dice eternally cast.
XXVIII
Unless humanity discerns a harmonious paradigm,
Its destiny will be punctuated by time's end.
The cosmos awaits our maturation.
* * * *
As the moment happens, it appears an acting of free will; in time, it becomes destiny.
XXX
Whining and bemoaning your fate will not win eternity.
Only a strong heart and a strong mind earns the fare.
XXXI
The ultimate fate of this garden world,
Of this entire universe, and of any creation,
Is complete, absolute, unmitigated annihilation.
So why be burdened by a temporary, surreal dream
You can never more than superficially change?
* * * *
Clinging to any dualistic notions is a hellish fate of your own choosing.
XXXII
You are that which is godness, but every conception formulated about you
Has ever been meaningless, and only fated to create more and more confusion
In minds capable only of blindly stumbling through duality's tattered weavings.
XXXIII
Words such as these upset many not prepared to comprehend their ultimate fate.
XXXIV
Pride undermines your spirit’s return to its total nature.
Even the greatest angels are subject to such hellish fates.
XXXVI
By supporting the forces that venerate the false gold of Maya,
You doom the progeny to a fate you would not wish upon yourself.
* * * *
The eternally damned are those who wander the heavens and hells of space and time,
Through which they indivisibly, timelessly kaleidoscope, ever-present,
Beckoned on and on by the many others,
Only too willing, only too able, to share their hellish fates.
* * * *
Another curious fate, indeed.
XXXVII
All creatures from great to small
Participate in this play of consciousness
In whatever fashion natural selection is taking them.
Our current narrowing approach to all other life
Is wreaking havoc on manifest diversity.
We shape our own fate in the way
We choose to shape others.
* * * *
Your consciousness will be drawn
To the fate your desires wills into manifestation.
To what end, you as witness will have neither say nor concern.
* * * *
Release the memories, release the projections, your destiny is now.
XXXVIII
The painful dings of fate are the eternal blacksmith shaping you for eternity.
* * * *
Oblivion is the destiny of all.
XL
If you tie your happiness to the fate of another, you will suffer incalculable burdens.
* * * *
Why would anyone wish for a peaceful world, anyway?
Loving your neighbor, keeping your brother, sharing good fortune,
Treating others as you would have them treat you, creating heaven on earth,
Would be far too unpleasurable, a senseless existence,
Which only angels long to play.
XLI
Like it or not, you have a fate; resist or surrender, the outcome is the same.
* * * *
Each of us plays out a fate wandering through an illusory quantum maze,
Yet who-what-where-when-why-how does the timeline continue on and on,
When the awareness, the moment, is all there truly is, all there truly is not.
XLII
The creatures of the wild exhibit noble spirit and union
Merely by their surrender to that which they are naturally.
They have no inflated need for undo rancor or imaginary fuss.
They do not lament or rue their fate, nor seek vain explanations.
They are what they are, pure and simple, free and absolute.
* * * *
At the movies you are drawn into a scripted plot.
Your own participation in this dreamtime is a spontaneous creation,
Based on the role you have been molded by the fateful winds of nature-nurture to play out.
XLIII
To not value the diversity seals the fate of all.
XLIV
Humanity is so locked in its fear and greed,
The monkey hand is so clenched within the coconut,
That a swift hack of the machete is becoming an inevitable fate.
XLV
You are not some far-off future fate, but the now this moment in time creates.
XLVI
Why be at all concerned what destiny might have to say?
Even words written in stone become sand on some shoreline.
XLVIII
Those rare few who are ready to awaken to a greater vision,
Cannot help but timelessly embrace the liberating destiny of realization.
Ripeness is beyond any and all choices born of attachment.
XLIX
What is proclaimed god is within all that is.
If you do not discern this simple fact,
It is your life’s missed fortune.
* * * *
Every manifest form, whether alive or inert,
Is conscripted by spontaneous circumstance
To an inevitable, unavoidable, impartial destiny.
It is an individual timeless experiencing played out
In the indivisible infinity of intelligent awareness,
Mysterious and unknowable at every juncture.
To zealously tether to a single limited perspective
Misses the true wonder from which all creation springs.
L
Karma is a very simple fact
Made complex by dogmatic traditions.
It is quite obvious that the existence anyone leads
Is an outcome of the many events in time’s manifest continuity.
Both sword and plow create likely fates.
LI
How astounding, how frightening, how ridiculous,
That for the ceaseless wanting of sensory gratification,
Humanity would sentence the future to a fate
They would not wish upon themselves.
And then bring children into the world to boot.
LIII
Why so many allow so few to rule their destiny,
Is an ever-confounding human reality, a cyclic dance of desire and fear,
Played out in every corner of this earthly garden.
LIV
What is yet to come in any space, in any time, only the witness can tell.
Existence is ever the play of spontaneity, which only seems fated
When the myriad paths memory weaves is fully recalled.
* * * *
You are the guiding hand of your fate.
LV
These words sculpture concepts in time, seeking to explain their origin and their fate.
* * * *
Free will makes your destiny a voluntary fate.
LVI
Even two or five or ten thousand years ago,
It was probably not difficult to project how
Humanity’s destiny would likely unfold.
* * * *
How quickly the spontaneous moment turns into destiny.
* * * *
Sometimes you wish you could again believe the delusionary world as you once did,
But no, your destiny, your fate, is the eternal, and the world is for the meek,
Too blind for the immortality in which you swim with languid ease.
LVII
Humankind has surely extinguished enough seed lines
To comprehend its own is not immune to a similar fate.
LVIII
The flame is the fuel’s potential, the destiny into which all is consumed.
LX
All life is influenced by so many things
Which create such a varied range of views.
A network of paths whose Soul destiny is one.
LXII
Your fate is assured; look beyond it for the answer to all riddles.
* * * *
The sage sees adversity and fortune with the same impersonal equanimity.
* * * *
Accept life for what it is; all resistance to fate is futile.
* * * *
Life is filled with struggle.
Why do some thrive in its midst,
While others surrender and seek its end?
Is there a serenity prior to all the psychological anarchy
Creating so much divisive strife and mischief?
All of it the same, yet every variation
Fate seems intent to play.
LXIII
You are doing what it is your fate to do.
LXIV
The Great Consumption must eventually fall prey to its fate.
LXVI
All born of time play out the destiny of the patterning.
LXVII
With collective dismay we watch our fate unfold.
LXVIII
Suffering is resistance; equanimity is the natural outcome of not battling one’s fate.
* * * *
By the time you hear about a gold rush,
It is usually over for all but the most determined,
And the few whose fate it is to be lucky.
* * * *
Your ineptitude may save your children the same fate.
LXIX
All those mosquitoes and flies and spiders you have annihilated,
What makes you think your end, your fate, should be any different?
* * * *
It is that near-constant state of anticipation
That creates the burden of tension and anxiety.
Be open to your fate, no matter how painful
* * * *
Those who harbor a sense of manifest destiny
Will one day find out god’s benevolence
Is a razor-sharp, two-edged blade.
LXXI
The upshot of history is the parable of the Titanic.
LXXII
Violence is a part of our nature.
How we choose to compete or cooperate
Is the balance which engineers an inevitable destiny.
LXXIII
The slightest twist in fortune alters any life for its duration.
* * * *
If you have time to ponder life, then realize your good fortune
To abide in a fair-weather point in this mystery manifest theater.
* * * *
The misfortune of a first-rate memory is recalling what you would rather not.
LXXIV
You wail about your fate, yet pity offers no reprieve from a destiny etched in dust.
* * * *
May the curse of your parents, your ancestors, fail in every way.
May your fate, your lot, your destiny, your kismet,
Be better than it now appears.
* * * *
Are you bounty or cull in the harvest of imagination?
Will you be in or out in the illustrious tabulation of speculation?
Will your fate be a grander heaven, or a more irate hell?
Ah, the never-ending quest for a better ending.
LXXV
History is full of extinct peoples whose fate played out.
* * * *
Trust your fate, trust your destiny, trust your fortune.
You are doomed to being barely a twinkle of a memory
In the few minds who will also soon dissolve into oblivion.
* * * *
Fear not Dorothy, your fate will bring you home.
* * * *
Fate draws many conclusions.
LXXVI
All that effort, to control something over which you have none,
All that resolve, exercising remedies to a fate which lacks any.
LXXVII
You wander the path of your own destiny.
* * * *
It is vanity which makes humanity’s destiny intractable.
* * * *
No one can avoid their fate.
LXXVIII
If you tempt fate by putting yourself in harm’s way,
Be prepared for the consequences.
And try not to whine.
* * * *
You will only know, only see, what it is your destiny to perceive.
* * * *
We must each heed the call of our destiny.
* * * *
Wander into your fate.
LXXXII
Fate will not open every door to you.
* * * *
May as well surrender to your existence, you will do whatever your fate ordains.
LXXXIII
These words are for those few whose destiny it is to see.
* * * *
You smash the mosquito, letting its body lie
In a crumpled heap, quickly forgotten.
Is your fate truly anything more?
LXXXIV
Is a fully cooperative paradigm even possible?
Unlikely we will ever find out as the point of possibility
Quickly recedes into memories of happier times.
As passion and pride bludgeon their way
Into a fate already far too predictable.
LXXXV
How interesting that our arbitrary measurement systems so align with our arbitrary fate.
* * * *
Humanity came to a point
Where it vainly believed
It could redesign the game,
Never visualizing the misfortune
It was passing on to its descendants.
* * * *
Fulfilling one’s destiny takes effortless effort.
LXXXVI
May as well surrender to your fate; ain’t gonna do no good to resist, no how.
* * * *
Tempt fate, and fate may well nip you.
* * * *
Eternal salvation is discerning
You are the immortal one in all and all in one.
What fate can possibly contain you?
LXXXVII
There is justice for those who endeavor to play by the rules,
Or those fated enough not to be caught by the powers that be.
LXXXVIII
What a wretched destiny to be born in Oz and never see Kansas.
LXXXVIII
Some group is always going to be
On the top of the swarming heap,
And they are the law of the land.
The little people can only hope
Their ax is merciful and quick,
And that revolutions do not
Amplify their painful fate.
LXXXIX
Our fates are all so intertwined.
LXXXIX
Fate is a strange undertaking.
XC
We each offer the drama whatever we offer; what the world does with any of it is fate.
* * * *
You will scribe these thoughts unto your mortal end,
For that is the conditioned nature of your choiceless.
XCI
You cannot really change your fate, much less another’s.
* * * *
The fate of the world will take these words where it will.
* * * *
Does one seek a fate, or fall into it?
* * * *
To be truly content with your life, now that is good fortune.
* * * *
Believe it or not, like it or not, fate happens.
You cannot abort it, you cannot hurry it, you cannot hinder it.
You cannot do anything but witness its passing.
XCII
Squash a fly, and know your own fate.
* * * *
What would you do if a knock sounds in the middle of the night?
What would you do if they came to put you in a box car
Whose destination was blanketed by ashes?
How passive are you to your fate?
* * * *
What was matters no more.
What will be cannot be altered.
Fate happens; you will complete it.
* * * *
Play to the dream; complete your solitary fate in whatever way you will.
XCIII
How is it one fortunate and another is not?
What is this thing we call fate?
Such a mystery.
* * * *
It all fades into a meaningless blur once you discern the ultimate fate.
* * * *
No fate, no destiny is distinct.
Change is born of indivisibility, of the immortal nature.
You are none other than Self.
* * * *
Caught in the net of our pattern, we are drawn to our fate.
XCV
A curious fate.
* * * *
Let the wraiths and demons pass by.
They are teachers in their own manner.
None can be saved from their fate.
* * * *
We find so many ways to tempt fate.
* * * *
The winds of fate harvest all.
XCVI
Any culture whose leaders can be bought and sold is fated to decline and ruin.
* * * *
This view allows every possibility, and those whose destiny it Is, will not settle for less.
XCVII
Still trying to figure out your fate?
* * * *
If you want to know your fate, die.
* * * *
What is one’s destiny?
XCVIII
Some doors open easily, some stick, some will never budge, fate is as fate does.
* * * *
So many things you have done;
So many, many, many more it is not
Your destiny to ever even ponder.
* * * *
What a mystery any fate is.
CI
There you are, minding your own business,
And, whoosh, another aphorism appears for transcription.
Fate is a mystery.
* * * *
That so many inhabit cyberspace
Is an intriguing, ill-fated phenomenon.
We are so into ourselves and our creations.
How oblivious so many have become to nature.
CIII
Fate is a rather strange illusion.
* * * *
Why is it so easy to laugh at another’s misfortune?
CV
Separation creates destiny.
Destiny is the illusion of change.
Change is the play of maya.
Maya is the transient,
The dream of mind.
CVI
No use battling your fate.
CVII
Fates are such strange things.
* * * *
You need not take another’s fate as your own.
* * * *
All fates are comprised upon one fact: The same moment transports all.
CVIII
Live to whatever degree your fate allows.
* * * *
How obtuse to blame a devil for any given misfortune.
* * * *
Why bemoan stupidity suffering its due fate?
* * * *
He cannot help it; he is a man. She cannot help it; she is a woman. Patterns rule.
CIX
It is your fate to play out
The destiny you are choosing,
As if you have any say in the matter.
* * * *
Fate is a many-colored rainbow.
CX
It was your fate to explore the world in every way imagination wandered.
* * * *
It is a harsh fate to be cast into a life that memory cannot forget.
* * * *
Who would seek that fate?
* * * *
Your fate is written in time, is written in space.
You will laugh, you will suffer. you will be injured, you will be sick.
You will know great pleasures, you will age, you will die.
But in all that it is, will you have truly lived?
CXI
How locked in habitual patterns each and every one of us.
CXII
Fate is god’s plan; chance, god’s humor.
CXIII
When it becomes obvious this world of dreams
Must eventually, as all change must, be forsaken.
How challenging it is to, in one way or another,
Participate in whatever way fate dictates.
CXIV
As a newborn you were all potentials,
The eternal faceless nature, mysteriously perfect,
Totally vulnerable to the world into which you had sprung,
Cast from oneness into separation, into a timebound fate yet to unfold,
A fate both cruel and kind, merciless and compassionate in an infinity of flavors.
An uncarved immortal innocently thrust into the struggle of life and death,
In which your choice in the matter remains at best idle speculation.
* * * *
Some people see an ancient, majestic tree
And want to sculpt it into some other form,
Or use it for some critical utilitarian purpose.
Few seem content to leave it to its own destiny,
A block of potential uncarved by the human mind.
CXVI
Does anyone really control their fate,
Or is free will merely the play of ignorance
Parading in the choicelessness of dreamtime?
* * * *
Throw yourself into your fate, there is no other.
CXVIII
World weariness is born of the gradual realization
That you cannot really change anything or anybody,
That you have no real choice in the matter, whatsoever.
It is a stage you can muddle past if it is your destiny to see.
* * * *
Eternal salvation is simply having the fate
To discern that time does not exist as the mind insists,
That this delusion is no more than an illusion,
Touchy-feely-real as it may appear.
CXIX
Seers have planted many reflections throughout time,
That their brethren might realize the same insight.
Can any see that have no inclination to light?
How could they but for that fate’s destiny?
Many are called, but few are chosen.
* * * *
Can anyone really help but see what they see,
Do what they do, or play out the fate life creates?
CXX
All patterns submit to the destiny of their origin.
CXXII
When you meet the moment fully, your destiny gracefully unfolds.
* * * *
Good luck, bad luck, or merely the fate of dust
Dancing in the space-time matrix born of light and sound,
The lila of a quantum cosmos and its impromptu collusion of puppets
Manipulated by the awareness of an omnipresent puppeteer,
Who exists only through the guise of imagination.
* * * *
So many fates dancing so many ways.
CXXV
We are all prisoners of one fate or another.
* * * *
Thank god you are not playing that part.
As much as you dislike your fate,
It could be much worse.
* * * *
Like it or not, you will complete your fate.
* * * *
Accepting one’s life, one’s fate, is challenging if you long for another’s.
* * * *
Your fate is calling, a siren beckoning you journey the illusion of space and time.
CXXVI
What a mystery, fate.
* * * *
You cannot even for a moment pause or change your fate.
* * * *
It is not a matter of whether you want your fate or not.
These are the cards you were dealt, and any hand, any destiny,
Is only as pleasing as the context in which it is played.
* * * *
Could not help it, ‘twas destiny that this be written.
Another forest on some shelf, to what ends unknown.
* * * *
You have a fate to fulfill.
CXXVII
Another fateful decision.
* * * *
Believe it or not, a lot of other people are suffering here, too.
In fact, some endure a lot worse fates than you,
So please, quit the whining.
* * * *
To tempt fate is to take on a very worthy opponent.
* * * *
In these thoughts are a vision of how it seems,
And how it might be if it is the human fate
To generate a different paradigm
In some distant future
For a brief time.
Not betting on it, of course.
CXXVIII
Some are active, others passive.
Each follows an unwritten, unchosen nature
An intrinsic, unavoidable, undeniable, self-generated fate.
* * * *
A fate worse than death is one that does not die.
* * * *
Every step you take creates your fate.
There is no going back, there is no rewind button,
No matter how cautiously you tread.
* * * *
The winds of time
Will blow these words
To a well-deserved landfill.
Where that will be only fate knows.
CXXX
Grappling with the baffling mystery of it all
Is the old push-the-rock-up-the-mountain schtick.
Completely foolish, meaningless, irrelevant, absurd, futile,
Yet seemingly as fated a drive as that for food and water and air.
* * * *
Is coming to grips with one’s mortal fate ever easy?
CXXXI
What a strange thing, fate.
CXXXII
Humankind is powerless to avoid the fate which it every moment is creating.
* * * *
Positive or negative thinking,
Are they a choice or an inclination
Driven by the hand of an unseen fate?
CXXXIV
Feel the whip of our creation lashing us toward a destiny favored by fewer and fewer.
CXXXV
‘Tis the destiny of the day.
* * * *
Another inexplicable fate.
CXXXVIII
We are all drug along in the wake of our fates.
* * * *
Isn’t fate strange?
CXL
You must fulfill the fate you have aided in creating.
* * * *
Fate plays its cruel hand again.
* * * *
Does suicide cheat death, or was that the designated fate all along?
CXLI
It really does not do much good to see all this.
You still have to play out this willy-nilly world’s time-bound epic
In whatever way your destiny, your fate, your lot, calls,
Practicing detachment as often as possible.
* * * *
Reject all form, reject all non-form.
Move prior to all conception.
Your destiny can never be smothered
By the whimsical quicksand of consciousness.
CXLII
Perhaps it is your destiny to sleep through eternity.
CXLIII
Cannot argue fate.
* * * *
Who can do more than speculate
Why some are bestowed this eternal insight
While so many are born to seek out only manifest theatre.
What an enigma this weaving of heaven and earth.
These words are dedicated to those few
Who are fated to discrimination
Of the highest order.
CXLIV
The mystery is indifference to fate.
* * * *
You really have no choice but to play out your dreamtime destiny.
CXLV
A mirage whose destiny is unknown.
CXLVI
Do not let pride be your misfortune.
* * * *
It was not your destiny to join into anything for more than short durations.
* * * *
The rare few discern a fate beyond measurement.
* * * *
Some are good, some are bad, some are ugly, but all fates find the same grave.
CXLVII
‘Twas not your fate.
* * * *
It may be your fate to be shuffled to the side; not all can be on the main stage at one time.
CXLVIII
All are the scripted chance of fate.
* * * *
You are the script, the chance of fate, inspired by time.
* * * *
No destiny can be altered.
* * * *
When a door is locked, it is locked.
When a door is unlocked, it opens.
Sometimes a locked door unlocks.
Sometimes an unlocked door locks.
Destiny is really very straightforward.
CXLIX
A pawn of fate.
* * * *
Detach from your fate.
CLI
What better fate would you imagine?
CLIV
Not your fate, thank god.
* * * *
A simple fate for the simple soul,
A complex fate for the complex soul,
And the rest everywhere between.
CLV
Do not allow life’s many options to stymie you.
There is just enough time for you to finish your brief fate.
And what you don’t complete, what you don’t experience, someone else will.
No one can more than sample a small morsel of the potential.
Be content that you had any role to play at all.
* * * *
No parent can ever provide a completely safe haven for any child.
Any given life experiences the bittersweetness of existence
Once a seed of this mystery is unleashed into fate.
CLVI
To discern oneness within, what humbler fate could you ask?
* * * *
A strange fate.
* * * *
Humanity, can you hear your fate knocking?
CLVII
Is there a more unhappy fate than to be cast away
On some desolate reef-bound shore?
Good god, yes,
You might be a FedEx executive.
* * * *
To be known as a philosopher, what kind of fate is that?
CLX
Destiny plays its hand again.
CLXI
Once you are born, whatever the form,
Whatever the time, whatever the space,
The tide of destiny is too strong to resist.
* * * *
You can spend your life resisting your fate,
Or surrender to it without concern or doubt.
All destinies converge in the dust of oblivion.
* * * *
Despite the havoc and confusion, still they selfishly breed,
Unconcerned with the bitter fates of generations to come.
CLXII
For every mountain ascended, there is the journey back down.
Humanity’s relatively brief timeline is statistically assured.
It is the destiny of any seed line, no matter the dream.
CLXIII
The twists and turns of fate are many and unpredictable.
CLXIV
The breath of mystery blows you to your fate.
CLXVI
Driven by forces over which we have no control,
A painful destiny is slowly, but surely taking shape.
* * * *
Simply put, there are many things you can do and many more things that you cannot.
Nature and nurture, anatomy and character, capacity and limitation, shape any given life.
Call it fate, call karma, call it what you will, it is the seed principle that governs all life.
CLXVII
Undiscerning sloth is the fate of those worshipping mammon without question.
CLXVIII
To resist your fate only magnifies the suffering.
* * * *
We are all imprinted from birth by the limited mindset of one culture or another.
How can any awaken to a broader view without some twist of fate,
Which escorts them outside their original framework,
To a platform from which they can explore
In whatever way destiny allows.
CLXX
You will do whatever life calls you to do; fate is a rather strange play of illusion.
CLXXI
You continue hoping for some magnificent fate,
As if the glory will prove you are worthy
Of that which you already are.
* * * *
When will you take responsibility
For the outcomes of all your actions?
When will you take custody of your fate?
CLXXII
Not an easy fate.
CLXXIII
Let the cosmos decide the fate of our little window of space and time.
CLXXV
You may as well live courageously.
What point is there to fearing your fate
When all ends find the same grave?
* * * *
Perfection of the personality is a non-issue.
Fusion within is not a matter of class,
Ethnicity, culture, creed, or politics.
Nor any patterning the flittering
Of consciousness might undertake.
It is a journey playing out whatever cards,
Be they fair or not, that any given fate has dealt.
CLXXVI
Humanity’s fate is dark beyond the horizon.
CLXXVII
Try not to torture yourself so for being
Forced to play out pretending
You are a human being.
It is really only
A temporary affliction.
The challenge is to make the best
Of whatever fate into which you have been cast.
* * * *
Destiny is a rainbow of possibilities brought to light.
CLXXIX
So many longing to children into existence,
But with seemingly little awareness or concern
About the pain and suffering they are fated to endure
In the degraded, the spoiled world we leave them.
* * * *
Why jot down all these vain thoughts?
Because it is amusing to play out
The stream of consciousness in this fashion.
Because this is the outcome of this life’s fleeting sojourn.
And because it seems that others need to be assured that there is no other,
Without saddling them down with more absurd delusions.
No denying that it is probably a useless effort,
But what fate is truly accomplished
Without at least a little irony?
* * * *
Pride must suffer the fate of any overdone balloon.
CLXXX
Some are born to anonymity, others to limelight.
Destiny is an enigmatic mix of blessing and curse.
CLXXXII
It is your destiny to see.
CLXXXIV
Take your destiny where you find it.
* * * *
Each must find his way alone.
For some it might be through austerity,
For others excess, and for some an even keel.
There are no divine decrees, no systems, no principles,
But what is concocted of one’s own fated will.
CLXXXVI
Can there ever be any more inexplicable an existence
Than that offered to those whose mortal destiny it is
To be solitary eternal witness the grandest vision?
* * * *
The universal mind is that oneness
Beyond the deceptive veil of time and space,
That magical source from which all diversity originates,
But to which few are fated to consciously return.
* * * *
Looking ahead, it is called free will; looking back, fate.
* * * *
Free will falls into a very narrow sliver of fate.
* * * *
Those destined to see will see no matter the cost.
Fate is written by the inclination that sustains any given day-to-day.
You would not be reading this if the deepest longing to ascertain that which you truly are
Was not propelling you toward the most obvious, simple, profound reality.
Many are called, few are chosen, fewer still volunteer.
* * * *
Master of your fate? Tell it to the Reaper.
CLXXXVII
One thing you cannot protect another from is their fate.
CLXXXVIII
The birthing seed is the food, and food spins into destiny,
Until it sooner or later becomes fodder for another.
And on and on and on, life ever carries on.
CLXXXIX
Destiny raises its ironic, paradoxical head again.
CLICI
It was your mother’s fate to raise a fool.
* * * *
You will do whatever it is your destiny to do.
* * * *
What else can anyone do but tack the winds of one’s time
As skillfully and gracefully and innocently as destiny allows.
CLICII
Somebody had to write it, and fate has chosen you.
* * * *
What an odd mystery that every drop has a destiny
That must eventually melt back into the abyss of totality,
Both remembered and forgotten for all eternity.
* * * *
Just another organism fated to endure a brief existence in the eternal puddle of time.
* * * *
Fate is an end born of choiceless choices.
CLICIII
No thing can be yours for long.
Either it will wear out or get broken,
Be given away, sold, misplaced, or stolen,
Or you will one day meet the venerated Reaper,
And it will undergo its destiny without you.
CLICIV
All fates hinge upon a genetic lottery, over which none have any say whatsoever.
* * * *
You operate within the bounds of your fate.
CLICV
Fate is the sculpture of free will, and many currents well beyond any one’s control.
CLICVII
You cannot force your fate into what it is not destined to be.
* * * *
In whatever way fate allows, god or no, this mortal play, is truly an amazing mystery.
* * * *
The only bona fide choice is unconditional surrender
To that which you truly are, and the fate that it inspires.
* * * *
It is all about fulfilling your fate.
* * * *
That to which you react. demarks the fated road you travel.
CLICVIII
Life’s many cycles can move up or down with severe rabidity; fate is a strange bedfellow.
* * * *
Every moment sculpts your fate.
* * * *
Get born, breathe, learn, play the serendipity,
Occasionally toss in a dash of irony,
Or a smidgeon of paradox,
And, voila, destiny!
* * * *
An accident is often fate’s way of taking an unpleasant turn.
CLICIX
Locked within every seed is the potential for destiny.
* * * *
Dream inside the cave, or dream outside it,
To discern the dreamer is the commonality
Which relatively few are fated to explore.
CC
All choicelessly play out a dreamtime fate spun out by the genetic wheel of fortune.
Your first breath will find a way to the last; all equally timeless in the dusty maelstrom.
* * * *
Why should you not enjoy your time in whatever way fate allows?
The challenge is to do it without infringing on others
Who share the same prerogative.
CCI
Make the best of what fate offers, and perhaps you will be content.
* * * *
Free will is the delusion that you are choosing what to do with your fate.
CCIII
More words in a world with too many already.
The upshot of a mind whose purpose is unknown.
* * * *
All that really matters in this brief existence,
Is that you were chosen to be a witness to the veil of your sensory allotment.
Anatomy and character are, indeed, one’s destiny.
* * * *
Looking ahead, it is free will; looking back, it is fate.
CCIV
Do not assume all human beings will ever discern the ultimate reality.
As the chaff is not the kernel, true beingness may not be the destiny of all.
CCVI
The first mistake was accepting that you were ever born.
From that first assumption, your destiny has been written.
CCVII
Fate rolls on.
* * * *
You cannot save anyone from their fate.
* * * *
Every seed is sculpted
By the wind of time and space
Into one reverie, one fate or another.
All uniquely different, all essentially the same.
CCVIII
Fate is meted out in so many ways.
CCIX
All forms must play out their given destiny.
* * * *
The ultimate fate is the synergy of all journeys intertwined.
CCXVII
To discern the mystery is the highest goal; to see past the mystery the final destiny.
CCXVIII
Through the screen of yesterdays, we carve our destiny.
CCXII
The sensual illusion is enticing for all, and thus every fate is played.
CCXIV
Do you choose your fate, or it, you?
* * * *
Play your fate to the hilt.
* * * *
Is any fate deserved?
* * * *
No, that is not your fate, either.
CCXVI
Armageddon is the choice born of ignorance; it need not be a fate.
* * * *
Any god is merely a larger mask of quantum clay,
That will someday succumb to the same fate as you.
CCXVIII
What to do this now? What directionless direction does fate draw you?
* * * *
Mystics cloak in many faces and guises, and articulate ironies and paradoxes
Recognized only by those also fated to succumb to the mystery of mysteries.
CCXIX
To the same fate, so many ways.
CCXX
If wisdom were golden sovereign, wise fools would perchance be kings and lords.
But alas for time’s destiny, fools are kings, and false folly the riptides of all they bring.
CCXXI
If you are truly attempting to grasp the intention of these words,
You are one of the relatively few at any given time chosen,
Fated to reside as witness to eternity’s frolic in time.
* * * *
All that is prior colors this moment.
It is not possible to know the unknown.
Reflections of the known project the unknown,
That fated to never be more than irony and paradox.
CCXXII
The insecure thirst for power and fame and fortune.
Why do we so often allow rapacious specters
To control so much of human destiny?
CCXXIII
Biographies are opportunities to step into another’s universe.
It is learning to see the genetic and geographic patterns
Which wove a life into its role, its fated contribution.
CCXXIV
Listen closely, listen well, for if you are fortunate,
Call it god’s will, call it courage, call it luck, call it fate,
You will find your calling, and you will live an engaged life.
CCXXV
Overstating the obvious seems to be this scribe’s fate.
* * * *
Existence is an opportunity to awaken if it is your fate
In this brief time to partake the destiny of all destinies.
CCXXVI
Free will is illusion; you really have no choice but to accept the caprice of fate.
CCXXVII
In the maze of any given life,
Some doors are open, some doors are locked.
Some open now, some later, some that once opened no longer do.
And most doors have never opened, and never will.
Though many may well merit a better shake,
The truth of it is that life is not fair,
And not all fates are just.
CCXXX
Any given seed materializes
From the oneness into a harsh garden
That molds it into a destiny it might well not ask for
If it had been given a choice to begin with.
* * * *
Consciousness is not in any way sacrosanct.
It is the basis of a dreamy relativity of continuity,
But ever endures the fate of crashing waves.
CCXXXI
All you own are figments of your imagination.
A dream to which you must eventually die.
Do it ahead of time if you are so-fated,
Or claw furiously as you are drug
Into its inevitable conclusion.
* * * *
The brewings of consciousness are a quantum mystery
Whose origin and fate are only rarely deeply discerned.
* * * *
Your fate awaits your arrival.
CCXXXII
Pain often casts one into an unsought fate.
CCXXXIII
How randomly, arbitrarily, serendipitous any given fate.
CCXXXIV
Each of us is bound by the random circumstances
Of geography, culture, linguistics, socio-economics, anatomy,
And whatever other capacities and limitations contribute to the given context.
We all swim serendipitously in the relative currents of dreamtime.
It is the commonality of each and every manifest form
To participate in one destiny or another.
CCXXXV
A different body, a different character, a different fate,
Would only inspire a different illusion, a different delusion.
* * * *
Within every seed
There is an architectural plan.
A birth, a role, a play, a destiny, a death.
Every seed spawns a witnessing.
Without it, you are nothing.
CCXXXVI
If it is your fate to find your vocation, it will be your life’s tithing to the dream.
* * * *
Character is fate.
Anatomy is destiny.
Each and every moment,
The unfolding mystery plays on.
CCXXXVII
You cannot hide from your fate.
One space or another, one time or another.
Something is going to happen.
CCXLI
How harrowing what life has in store for any of us.
Were you to know your fate in advance,
It might well be overwhelming.
CCXLIII
Who is the master, who is the slave?
In the end, all fates find the same grave.
CCXLIV
Hurry, White Rabbit, hurry!
There is little or no time remaining
To ponder destiny, or to even procrastinate.
You’re late! You’re late!
For a very important date!
No time to say hello, or goodbye!
You’re late, you’re late, you’re very, very late!"
CCXLV
We all seem to be channels to one destiny or another.
CCXLVIII
Decisions made in the younger years become foundations,
Sometimes fortunes, sometimes blights, for the older ones.
* * * *
From a seed, existence takes root.
For an allotted, limited period of time,
Fate plays out in the field of imagination.
CCXLIX
In any given Ponzi scheme, those who come later are fated to lose.
* * * *
As challenging as it may be to fathom, no one is entitled to anything but what fate allows.
CCL
Anyone who plays middleman in the so-called spiritual quest,
Anyone who sets up a tollbooth between anyone and the absolute,
Is a charlatan whose fate should at some point include tar and feathers.
CCLII
The demon born of dualistic notion is you and me
As we have ignorantly chosen to abide in ill-fated, mortal craving,
For the something more that has never been.
CCLIII
There is no changing destiny into something it already is.
CCLIV
Pray tell, what is so terrible about being the upshot of random selection?
* * * *
Every passion whittles a destiny, death rules us all, the world wags on.
CCLVI
Whether or not one sees any given day as filled with countless choices,
For all practical purposes in this illusionary dreamtime, it is.
Looking forward, free will; looking back, fate.
* * * *
Humanity's notion of manifesting its destiny out into the cosmos
Would be a tragedy other worlds will hopefully not have to suffer.
CCLVII
Genetic lottery being what it is, the seed you call you
Had to take root somewhere in this mysterious field of dreams.
Look around, and for good or ill, this is your brief window of opportunity
To do whatever time and circumstance and inclination allow.
If it is your destiny to wake up, then you will wake up.
If not, enjoy the snooze as your nature calls.
* * * *
Four-letter words better left unspoken include:
Love, hate, hope, good, just, luck, fair, cute, nice,
Pink, work, time, herd, fate, true, gawd …
And, no doubt, so many more.
CCLVIII
Every life form has a fate, a destiny, a karma, a kismet,
The rhyme and reason of which can only be determined
In the timeless hollow, the unfathomable recess within.
* * * *
Every seed has its fate.
CCLIX
All life forms are born to die, all seeds are patterns fated to rise and eventually fall.
It is the life dynamic, the awareness, the eternal witness, the Self, the Soul,
That is born again and again, recast into new sensory permutations,
Synergistically creating and preserving and destroying
Within the mirage of manifest consciousness.
* * * *
There are no simple solutions to the unfolding dilemma.
The human species is in a boiling cauldron of its own free will.
Even worldwide enlightenment would not bring to an end the destiny
That we, and all preceding us, have imprudently set into motion.
The roller coaster ride is really only just getting underway.
And who can more than speculate how it will end.
CCLX
Humanity's time-bound expedition
Is laden with far more conceit than insight,
A reality weighing heavily in its unfolding destiny.
* * * *
What is the point, what good does it really do,
To credit or debit your lot in this life on the world about you?
Fate is as fate does; every mortal creation has one.
Ultimately, all begin, all end, the same.
Only the stories change.
CCLXI
Either you see it, or you do not.
Mystical insight and wisdom
Cannot be forced by one upon another.
Belief in this or that is for those whose destiny it is
To blindly wander the mystery of totality lost in dualistic notion.
CCLXII
The currents of space-time mold every seed into its destiny.
* * * *
What can this world offer the rare few who are prior to all worldly riches?
Gold is sand, and sand, gold, for those whose fate it is to see the unseen.
* * * *
Each moment another slice of the unfolding fate.
* * * *
How is it we allow so many maniacal, greedy, corrupt personas to control our destiny?
CCLXIII
How is it that you reached this point in time?
Curious, this mystery we so casually call fate.
* * * *
Every fate a preoccupation.
* * * *
No other beast
Can match the venomous barbarity
Humanity daily wrecks upon all creatures great to small.
To be treated humanely can, indeed,
Be a dubious fate.
CCLXIV
One can attempt to discount one's future,
But it is not the nature of destiny
To be easily dismissed.
* * * *
Another layer of dust reminding you of your fate.
Embracing totality is the only fate worth accepting.
* * * *
Can be a joyous fate if you can manage staying there.
* * * *
If we cannot even predict tomorrow's weather accurately,
How can we suppose to even begin to forecast
The fate of this garden world in general,
And humankind in particular.
CCLXVI
Any given life is a fated die role that carries all down many paths,
Through innumerable adventures, all to the same mortal conclusion.
* * * *
We all drift into our fates.
* * * *
All fates are but mirages born of imagination.
CCLXVII
Is being born good fortune, or harsh calamity?
Which way is the wind blowing this fine day?
* * * *
Destiny is the price life pays for existence.
* * * *
Ironic how rarely health and capability are appreciated until fate steals them away.
CCLXVIII
The blueprint of the seed,
Coupled with the gusty winds of time,
Have blown you like a leaf to this moment in dreamtime.
And on and on you drift, this way and that.
Fate is not rocket science.
* * * *
So, this is where fate is taking you.
* * * *
The Fates are indifferent to yours.
CCLXIX
Fate, such as it is, and is not.
* * * *
A gift for those whose destiny it is to wander a given path
To that indivisible quantum ground where all paths end.
* * * *
Mother Nature does not give a flutter of a tinker’s damn about you.
Your name, your race, your gender, your health, your opinions, your status,
Or any other part of your self-absorbed, imaginary quantum theater. means nothing.
It is entirely up to you, and you alone, to abide for as long as your fate allows.
CCLXX
In the grand manifest theater,
Consequences ripple from every act.
Name it however you will – fate, karma, kismet,
Fortune, effect, end, result, end result, accident, outcome,
Upshot, calling, destiny, lot, corollary, doom, vocation, chance, providence,
Luck, design, future, conclusion, happenstance … or any other –
Through any given strand of cause and effect,
The thread of eternity weaves.
* * * *
Someone in some far distant future
Just dug up the time-baked remnant of the skull
Upon which the flesh and blood of your façade once clung,
And is satirically mimicking Shakespeare’s Hamlet,
All the while looking about for a choice wall
Upon which to further seal its fate.
* * * *
From elemental to galactic, and everything between,
You, whose ironic, paradoxical fate it is to see,
Are sovereign witnesses to all creation.
* * * *
Fate is about what price you are willing to pay.
CCLXXI
What is fate, what is destiny, but playing out the given role
To which one is most inclined in the given space and time.
* * * *
All these thoughts are meant for those whose fate it is to awaken.
All others are for now bit players, rudderless in the waves of mind.
* * * *
You will know your brief mortal existence is in the throws of decline
When cars stop slowing down, and nary a honk blares its lustful approbation.
And if that never happened when you were younger and sweeter,
Well, them fates can be merciless in many more ways
Than we would ever deign to imagine.
* * * *
Through what happenchance of destiny did a copy or link of these onerous writings,
This chronicle, this soliloquy of across-the-board ponderings.
Show up in your reverie of time?
Oh, happy fate, perhaps, perhaps not.
CCLXXII
Whether you see it or not,
I know I am you, and you are me,
And we, no matter the fate, are one together.
* * * *
Partake what it pleases you to partake in whatever way your fate allows.
CCLXXIII
Stick to nature’s most basic offering: good air, good water, good food,
And your existence will be as vigorous as your genetic fate allows.
CCLXXIV
What horrors will so many endure in the time so shortly coming.
Would that it had not been cast upon the unborn,
Whose fate it will be to suffer
The recalibration of the human paradigm.
Assuming, of course, any mammalian life manages to survive.
* * * *
Pass it on, on the off chance that you are more than very likely
Not the only one whose fate, whose providence it is to awaken.
* * * *
The pittering-pattering of every mind,
Every moment further muddies up the world,
Inexorably caught up in the destiny of consciousness.
CCLXXVI
It is not necessarily the good who die young, perhaps it is the lucky.
Scarcely any consequences for all the who-knows-what-where-when tomfoolery
They managed to get away with before getting plucked off the stage.
Think about all the things they will not have to bother about,
All the sickness, injury, aging, and whatever.
Talk about painless good fortune.
CCXXVI
All fates have the same origin.
All play out to the same conclusion.
Only the dreams between seem different.
* * * *
To meet your fate with a full breath inspires the greatest courage.
CCXXVIII
Is it a genesis misspent if there is no awakening for those who seem, as yet, ill-fated
To slumber away through the unknowable remainder of this eternal quantum theater?
Or would even one eye of awareness, one eye for all of eternity, be more than enough?
* * * *
Four-letter words better left unspoken include:
Love, hate, hope, true, good, just, luck,
Wish, fate, must, pink, cute …
CCXXXI
When you meet any given fork in the road,
The direction that calls is the next leg of the path to your fate.
When you reach the fork of ultimate reckoning,
Will you choose mortality?
CCXXXIII
Cannot stop fate … it is already written.
You just need to reach the last page
In a book that has no conclusion.
* * * *
Even the greatest pharaohs, the greatest kings, were nothing more than pawns of fate.
CCXXXIV
It is only fate that did not make you a king or queen.
* * * *
Perhaps all this has happened – this kaleidoscoping magical mystery tour –
In order that you might be fated to discover the witness within.
The eye of creation is yours, one in the same.
CCXXXV
The United States of America:
Yet another player in the win-lose game
That is humankind’s fate to again and again endure.
CCXXXVI
Fate wears a sensory harness.
* * * *
All those little hoards of gold and piles of material possessions
Are not going to do any ill-fated descendants much good
If there is no world in which to spend or use them.
* * * *
Every given life form must play out its mortal fate in the theater of time.
CCXC
We are all such meager fates in but one crashing wave of all creation.
* * * *
A new seed, a new container, a new dream.
Same awareness, same momentary you.
Another existence to briefly play out
In whatever way the fates allow.
You are all things great and small,
And all things great and small are you.
CCXCI
There are worse fates.
* * * *
Oh, unknowable fate.
* * * *
Although you may acquire plenty of smarts while acquiring it,
Any given piece of institutionalized paper is really much more about
Allowing you access through doors along the maze of your fate.
CCXCIV
“They would not listen, they’re not listening still, perhaps they never will.”
And so they must pay a price, suffer a destiny, that did not have to be.
* * * *
The mystery of awareness is the immortal witness, indifferent to all fates.
CCXCV
You will learn everything you need to know to live this life, to complete this fate … maybe.
* * * *
Free will transformed into destiny in every given moment’s passing.
CCXCVI
The corporeal body is a means to witness the mortal dimension.
An abundant feast for the minds of a chosen few,
Whose destiny it is to awaken.
Esoteric, indeed.
* * * *
It is as plain as day for those whose destiny it is to go all the way.
CCXCVII
Those who believe Armageddon their fate, seem to be doing a first-rate job creating it.
* * * *
Are you master of your fate, or merely a wandering fool?
CCXCVIII
Change your fate, your destiny, however you will,
That is only the direction it was headed, anyway.
* * * *
You cannot force what will not happen.
Nor can you elude what will.
Fate will out.
CCXCIX
Fate is as fate does.
* * * *
History is written upon the untold tales of many a harsh fate.