Preface


PREFACE


Greetings,


Breadcrumbs kicked off in 2015. These are the thoughts written in 2021. All writings since 1989, including current issue, are available online in a variety of locations.


Best wishes,


M



Website


The Stillness Before Time

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/


There is really only one Way.

It is without division or boundary.

It is without name or theology.

Awareness is its scripture,

Here now its venue,

You its witness,

Your life the journey.


A PDF copy can be downloaded at:

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf



Main Blogs


The Stillness Before Time

http://thestillnessbeforetime.blogspot.com/


The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim

http://theponderingsofyajekim.blogspot.com/


Breadcrumbs 2015
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2015.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs 2018

Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2018.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs 2019
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2019.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs 2020
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2020yajekim.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs 2021
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2021.blogspot.com/

Breadcrumbs 2022
Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time
https://breadcrumbs2022.blogspot.com/


The Return to Wonder

Bits and Pieces from the Dream of Time

http://thereturntowonder.blogspot.com/



Breadcrumbs: The Unfolding Next Round


The Unfolding Next Round (Current ditties unpublished elsewhere)

http://michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2015/01/under-construction_52.html



Other Blogs by Michael


Standouts from “The Return to Wonder” Edit

http://michaelsbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2015/01/under-construction_52.html


Patterns, Patterns & More Patterns

https://evenmorepatterns.blogspot.com/


History, History & More History

https://historyhistoryandmorehistory.blogspot.com/


Science, Science & More Science

https://yajekimscienceandmorescience.blogspot.com


Reincarnation, Reincarnation & More Reincarnation
https://reincarnationandmorereincarnation.blogspot.com/


Mystery, Mystery & More Mystery
https://mysterymysteryandmoremystery.blogspot.com/


Titles, Titles & More Titles

https://evenmoretitles.blogspot.com/


Sketches of the Once Upon a Time

https://sketchesoftheonceuponatime.blogspot.com/


My (Not Quite) Haiku

https://mynotquitehaiku.blogspot.com/


Once Upon a Christmas

https://onceuponchristmas.blogspot.com/


Ditties for the Bluegrass Pyre

https://dittiesforthebluegrasspyre.blogspot.com/



PDF's  


The Stillness Before Time
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thestillnessbeforetime.pdf


The Ponderings of Yaj Ekim
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/theponderingsofyajekim.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2015
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2015.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2018
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2018.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2019
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2019.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2020
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2020.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2021
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2021.pdf


Breadcrumbs 2022
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/breadcrumbs2022.pdf


The Return to Wonder

(Major edit underway – New copy colored blue)
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/thereturntowonder.pdf


Standouts from "The Return to Wonder" Edit

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/standouts.pdf


Patterns, Patterns & More Patterns
http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/patternspatternsandmorepatterns.pdf


History, History & More History
http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/historyhistoryandmorehistory.pdf


Science, Science & More Science
http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/sciencescienceandmorescience.pdf


Reincarnation, Reincarnation & More Reincarnation

http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/reincarnationreincarnationandmorereincarnation.pdf


Mystery, Mystery & More Mystery

http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/mysterymysteryandmoremystery.pdf


Titles, Titles & More Titles
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/titlestitlesandmoretitles.pdf


Sketches of the Once Upon a Time

http://thestillnessbeforetime.com/sketchesoftheonceuponatime.pdf


Conversations
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/conversations.pdf


Definitions
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/definitions.pdf


Once Upon a Christmas

http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/onceuponachristmas.pdf


Ditties for the Bluegrass Pyre
http://www.thestillnessbeforetime.com/dittiesforthebluegrasspyre.pdf



(Please note that all writings are subject to annual updates and editing, so downloading current PDF copies every year or so might be a good idea if you want the most current version. This applies especially to the Breadcrumbs compendium, which is likely an ongoing work until the last wheezing breath)




Breadcrumbs 2021

Bits and Pieces from a Dream of Time

© Michael J. Holshouser 2020

World Rights Reserved



Michael J. Holshouser

1112 Cedar Creek Drive, Unit 4

Modesto, California 95355-5213

The United States of America

mjholshouser@gmail.com



Pronunciation: Holtzhowzer



All have the express written encouragement

To distribute this creation freely to any and all

Who have the eyes to see and the ears to hear

The mystery in which each and every one

Equally participates in so many ways.

Leftovers


LEFTOVERS



How can timeless awareness and the so-called soul not be one in the same?

All divisions, all dualities, all gulfs, all rifts, are the concoctions of imagination.


* * * *

How can something be either ‘meant’ to happen or ‘not meant’ to happen?

It simply does or does not; there is no higher power moving you about some chessboard.

Only vanity contrives deities to give meaning and purpose to a mystery that is oblivious to any and all.


* * * *

How can you possibly let go of it,  until you every moment discern it all illusion?

And is it truly worth all the exertion? All the effort? And for what, really?

When it does not at all ultimately matter in any way-shape-form.

So … Red Pill? … Or Blue? … You choose, as destiny (i.e., vanity) calls.


* * * *

No one is at the helm of your illusory fate but you.

Calm or stormy, you will sail on and on,

To one sorry end or aother,

This brief existence being what it is.


* * * *

It is a god-eat-god world,

And a whole heap of life has died

For you to be sitting there perusing this.

And someday it will be your turn.


* * * *

No matter how powerful, no matter how famous, no matter how wealthy,

You will not be long-remembered, long-missed, after you depart.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.


* * * *

There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is no today.

There is only the moment, there is only the right here, right now,

And the timeless awarenesss, unborn-undying witness to it all.


* * * *

Each and every one is on their own, is the ultimate reality.

There are no trophies, no medals, no ribbons, no laurels, no brass rings.

There is no gold at the end of the rainbow, nor a seat at the foot of some deity on high.

All who quest truth, scrape away at their illusions, their delusions, their fallacies, their desires, their fears,

To whatever degree seems most authentic to the imagination of the given nature-nurture.

Right, wrong, or somewhere between, why would it possibly matter?


* * * *

The quantum theater, time and space, are ultimately not real,

So beginnings and endings are little more than moot assertions.

Illusory fabrications of the senses feeding into the neural transmitter.

A biological matrix founded on the Darwinian happenstance of evolution.


* * * *

Those destined to discern, to fathom, they are the mystery,

Arrive at that moment through every manner of wandering.


* * * *

The number of deities and demons that humankind has imagined

Throughout its perpetual migration across the world,

Would make for a very long list, indeed.


* * * *

Has there ever been even just one human culture across all times, all geographies,

That has not contrived a belief system of one sort or another?

Is a question that can never be answered.


* * * *

Knowledge, dogma, superstition, trivia, can be passed on,

But critical thinking, common sense, discernment, insight, wisdom,

Are well beyond the compass of any classroom or catechism or indoctrination,

For that is in the dynamic, the joie de vivre, of any given nature-nurture to fathom, or not.


* * * *

If time does not exist,

How is any before, any beginning, any during, any ending, any after,

Even possible as more than illusion?


* * * *

It is absolutely impossible for the awareness that you are and are not,

To be anywhere else but this moment, this instant, right here, right now.

Only imagination travels the three-dimensional illusion of time and space,

Through which the quantum mind-body plays out its sensory mortal dream.


* * * *

Watch the senses reach out into the world, the cosmos, that awareness every moment attends.

Watch the eyes see, the ears hear, the tongue taste, the nose smell, the flesh feel, the mind reflect.

How is it not obvious that this entire universe, this entire dream,  is but an illusion you have created?


* * * *

If you are of a contemplative, reflective, pondering, meditative nature,

Cease hunting for meaning and purpose, knowledge and wisdom, in this world or any other.

It is nothing but the ceaseless distraction of a quantum dream.

Journey the still abyss within.


* * * *

Where is the boundary between consciousness and sub-consciousness,

But in minds unwilling, minds unable, to distinguish whimsey from reality.

If you are in accord with nature, with the rules of the quantum dream,

How can you not ramble unburdened by the limitations of delusion?

How can you not be in tune, in sync, with your total beingness?


* * * *

The Rule of Law is a concord that should be treasured.

One that can only stand as long as those in power

Agree to tolerate and enforce its just tenets.


* * * *

The five basic tastes,

Sweet, sour, bitter, salty, umami (savory),

Seven if you include pungency(spiciness) andoleogustus (fattiness),

All have their ummy-yum moments; the everyday challenge

Is not allowing them to ooverride mind-body needs.


* * * *

No point in getting argumentative or militant about it.

Others either see it or they do not; end of discussion.


* * * *

Consciousness will not long remember you,

And the starry-starry cosmos will not even for a moment miss you.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.


* * * *

No pyramid, or any other repository for the departed,

Has ever been an means to carry on after death.

When the Grim Reaper comes to harvest payment due,

There will no longer be a mind-body for awareness to occupy,

Much less a vault-in-tow, filled to the brim with treasure and memory.

We are but flickers of existence here, all occupying very temporal containers.

All fashioned by nature-nurture into programmed destinies that cannot long endure.


* * * *

Whether painting or sculpture or tune or essay or universe,

All creation requires some sort of fashioning evolution.

No form, no world, no cosmos, just appears out of the blue.

All assertions to the contrary are but delusions yammering away.


* * * *

Is time separate from space?

Are clouds separate from the sky?

Are the waves separate from the sand?

Is consciousness separate from awareness?

Is one moment separate from any other moment?

Are you separate from from that which is unfathomable?

All dualitistic notions are nothing more than plays of imagination.


* * * *

Another night in the dream ends.

Anoter day in the dream begins,

Another day in the dream ends.

Another night in the dream begins.

And so on, and so forth, try not to yawn.


* * * *

Those who inquire into the farthest reaches are able to step back

And observe their illusory dream with a detachment only seers know.


* * * *

For all practical purposes, you are as anonymous to the universe as it is to you.

Even the most powerful, even the most wealthy, even the most known,

Are already forgotten in the timeless expanses of eternity.


* * * *

You are not your mind.

You are not your body.

You are not your mask.

You are not your nature.

You are not your nurture.

You are not your imagination.

You are not your perceptions.

You are not your memories.

You are not your vanities.

You are not your dreams.

You are not your hopes.

You are not your values.

You are not your history.

You are not your language.

You are not your identity.

You are not your name.

You are not your ethnicity.

You are not your gender.

You are not your family.

You are not your tribe.

You are not your caste.

You are not your culture.

You are not your country.

You are not your religion.

You are not your work.

You are not you talents.

You are not your hobbies.

You are not your things.

You are not your successes.

You are not your failures.

You are not your desires.

You are not your fears.

You are not your ecstasies.

You are not your agonies.

You are not your time.

You are not your space.

You are not your world.

You are not your universe.

You are not your dimension.

You are not anything; you are not everything.

You are not … You are not … You are not … You are not …

But the awareness, the indivisibility, the mystery, permeating all … and none.


* * * *

The tentacles of DNA reach back to its most primordial etchings.

We are all sons and daughters of life’s beginnings,

Sons and daughters of genesis.


* * * *

The mystery is awareness.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

There is really no ‘you’ but the stillness before time.


* * * *

Time is the creation, the dance, the dream, the frolic, the bane, of memory cells.

It was the means for imagination’s gradual usurpation of instinct,

The make-believe of self, and the pretense of free will.


* * * *

The smells! The smells!

The tastes! The tastes!

The sights! The sights!

The sounds! The sounds!

The textures! The textures!

The thoughts! The thoughts!


* * * *

Easier to glimpse it than it is to see it.

Easier to listen to it than it is to hear it.

Easier to devour it than it is to taste it.

Easier to whiff it than it is to smell it.

Easier to touch it than it is to feel it.


* * * *

The first … the initiator, the designer, the motivator, the inventor, the architect, the creator …

Shows others that something is worth doing, worth considering, worth changing.

The second … the third … the fourth … and others who follow …

Slowly but surely craft some sort of paradigm shift,

Until another trailblazer comes alomg with a newer, better idea.

Such is the rise and fall, the creation and destruction, of any and all bell curves.


* * * *

To really go all the way,

To really surrender all the way,

To really be totally awake in awareness,

Is the eternal harmony, the unborn-undying reality,

Of the great nothingness from which all appearances are spun.

The challenge is to embrace the mystery of awareness,

Without the imaginary limits of consciousness.


* * * *

Observe a garden, and watch it dance back and forth between life and death.

Put a beautiful flower in a vase in the middle of a table, and watch it slowly wilt.


* * * *

There is no authority in the inquiry into the mystery.

No writings, no individuals, no groups, no deities high or low,

Are more than imaginary anchors in the unborn-undying dreamtime.

There is no owning the mystery, never has been, never will be.

You are first and last, in whatever way you discern.


* * * *

The middleman in your head is no different than any other out in the world,

Seeking to profit from your desires and fears and passions and ignorance.


* * * *

Who is the one that is making so much effort?

Who is building mountains out of molehills?

Who is spinnning problems out of nothing?


* * * *

Are you master? Or are you slave? Or both? Or neither?

Or all of the above, and the ebb and flow of grays between?


* * * *

What translation can ever fully grasp the scribe’s vision

And the frame of reference from which it was dictated?


* * * *

The trick to not collecting followers is to become somewhat unappealing in one way or another.

It is enough for any who cross your path to have gleaned your message.

Far better they wander on under their own steam,

To do with their nature-nurture dream, whatever the fates deign.


* * * *

How can time be wasted if there is no such thing?

Only vanity would ever contrive meaning and purpose.


* * * *

Truly, the seers, the mystics, the sages across all geographies, all times,

Are the most earnest, the most devout, the most real wandering tribe.


* * * *

The mystery, the unknowable, the unfathomalble,

Is both in front of you, and around-the-world behind you.

Or perhaps, right behind you, around-the-world in front of you.


* * * *

There are times for war, there are times for peace.

There are times for strategy, there are times for tactics.

There are times for argument, there are times for diplomacy.

There are times for replenishment, there are times for scarcity.

There are times for maneuver, there are times for extermination.

There are times to press forward, there are times to withdraw.

There are times to lay seige, there are times to move around.

There are times for order, there are times for mayhem.

There are times for victory, there are times for loss.

There are times to die, there are times to renew.


* * * *

Asleep or drowsy or indolent or awake,

It is all the same quantum pointlessness,

It is all the same quantum unfathomability.

It is all the same quantum unborn-undying.

It is all the same quantum unknowability.

It is all the same quantum indivisibility.

It is all the same quantum dreamtime.

It is all the same quantum mystery.


* * * *

… greed …

… greed … greed …

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

Vanity, vanity, all is vanity.

The only way to be free of it is to imbed in the moment,

Ever motionless, ever aware,  ever indivisible, ever indelible, ever unborn-undying.


* * * *

A frame of reference is a stew, a blend, a fusion, a union, a brew, a mélange,

A double-double-toil-and-trouble-fire-burn-and-caldron-bubble,

That the fate, the destiny, the kismet, the nature-nurture,

Has through happenstance-happenchance

In imagination played.


* * * *

We are well beyond turning back from the precipice we have created.

Too many problems to even attempt changing course in any meaningful way.

The species is as captive to its narcissistic-hedonistic self-absorption as it has ever been.

And all accelerating exponentially in every way, every shape, every form, imagination has to offer.

The hungry monkey is not letting go of that tasty bait in the coconut snare anytime ever.

In Darwinian reckoning, greed may not always be the best survival strategy.


* * * *

What is a prison?

A small locked room with bars?

A mass of mind and body and sensory intrigue?

Or a cosmos of stars too far to ever more than imagine reaching?


* * * *

It is in the awareness of awareness

Not the ownership of awareness,

Not the doctrine of awareness,

Not the space of awareness,

Not the time of awareness,

That you will find truth.


* * * *

There will always be exceptions to any rule,

Any law, any instruction, any regulation, any decree, any imperative,

Any statute, any canon, any tenet, any ruling, any directive.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.


* * * *

What is the modification of strategies and tactics,

But Darwinian adaptation to changing circumstance.


* * * *

The expert is someone who has studied something so much,

That s/he really truly believes they actually know something.


* * * *

… Creation … Preservation … Destruction …

… Creation … Preservation … Destruction … Creation … Preservation … Destruction …

… Creation … Preservation … Destruction …


* * * *

So many years you have spent giving into every sort of calculation and impulse this way and that.

So many things you thought you needed, so many things you thought you wanted.

And now, finally, little if any interest in such dilettantish pursuits.

A contemplative, anonymous endgame, serenely beckons from the shoals.


* * * *

Awareness …

Namelsss name.

Worldless world.

Lightless light.

Soundless sound.

Cosmicless cosmos.

Quantumless quantum.

Nothingless nothing.


* * * *

Erasing the scars from the traces of existence is not an easy undertaking.

Even the most persevering can tumble back into their imaginary cosmos.


* * * *

Senses, organs, glands, bones, muscles, nerves, tissue, skin, hair,

Blood, saliva, snot, sweat, piss, shit, gas, and other fluids.

Is that really you? Is that really what you truly are?

Or is the mind-body just the only practical way

The mystery could manifest a touchy-feely dream?


* * * *

Down one road or trail or another, you will long and winding wander,

Partaking whatever the dreamtime offers, as nature-nurture allows.


* * * *

Odds are the awareness before you were born or after you die,

Is very much the same alertness, the same watchfulness,

As the awareness you are right here, right now.


* * * *

Who-what-where-when-why-how is the past?

Who-what-where-when-why-how is the future?

Who-what-where-when-why-how is the moment?

Who-what-where-when-why-how is anything?

Will any answer ever entirely satisfy you?


* * * *

God is all the creation, all the preservation, all the destruction.

God is all the you’s there are, have ever been, will ever be.

There is not, has never been, will never be, any other.


* * * *

How would you suppose any supreme being worth its brackish salt

Would, could, witness your world, your cosmos,

But through your eyes?


* * * *

All self-imagery is based on the blend, on the fusion, on the synergy,

Of all the patterning, all the molding, all the conditioning, of the given nature-nurture,

Including all the cultural, political, religious, racial, linguistic, educational,

Gender, socio-economic, emotional, et cetera, influences.


* * * *

As much as you might believe it to be more,

As much as you might achingly yearn for it to be more,

It is not more, nor has never been more, nor will never be more.

Nor is it less, nor has it ever been less, nor will it ever be less.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.


* * * *

Did some sculptor sculpt the sculpture?

Or did the sculpture sculpt itself?

Who knows? Who cares?

Exact same difference, anyway.


* * * *

The vanity of Jesus was witnessed by the same awareness

Witnessing yours and every other critter’s across critterdom.


* * * *

Giving to receive is not giving.

Giving out of fear is not giving.

Giving out of guilt is not giving,

Giving out of shame is not giving.

Giving out of obligation is not giving.

Giving out of capitulation is not giving.

True generosity is the most virtuous heart.


* * * *

Regarding COVID-19:
It is not a political issue.
It is not an economic issue.
It is not a religious issue.
It is not a macho issue.
It is a health issue.


* * * *

Gameboards and such are just the start of strategic and tactical thinking.

Real war is only limited by rules of engagement, if there is such a thing.


* * * *

You may not have lived by a sword in the literal sense,

But you most assuredly will perish by the synergistic consequences

Of the whoever-whatever-wherever-whenever-whyever-however you have lived.

It is not a metaphorical, allegorical, figurative, symbolic, abstract, emblematical, rhetorical issue.

​* * * *​

Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, the moment you are conceived?

Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, the moment you depart the womb?

Do you begin growing old, do you start dying, since all life kicked off,

In that long, long ago, unborn-undying, puddle of origin?

* * * *

If you could travel back in space-time to a variety of life events, would you see them the same?

Would they seem fairly similar to your vague memories, or be almost entirely rewritten?

And how different would they be if you were to re-watch them every decade or so?

Memory being what it is, frame of reference being what it is, chances are good

That your perspective, your assessment, might well be different each and every time.


* * * *

What happens to the insatiable mind when the more-more-more

Dissipates, downgrades, devolves, disperses, diminishes, diffuses, dissolves, disappears,

Into the contentment, the satisfaction, the serenity, of need-only?


* * * *

Perhaps someday you will really no longer care about this world or any other,

When it finally-finally-finally does not even occur to you, does not even cross your mind,

That you no longer sincerely, repeatedly, all too often, tell yourself that you do not.


* * * *

Before the advent of humankind, this garden pearl was akin to a finely-tuned clock.

As eternally precise as its Darwinian nature could be.

And then man learned of fire,

And history streamed into absurdity beyond all pales.


* * * *

Very likely history will not shine a bright light on the United States of Amerika.

Assuming, of course, humankind manages to survive its absurdities

Long enough to contemplate the how-we-got-here thing.


* * * *

Speakers and writers are conductors of the minds,

Of those who listen, of those who read, with total openness,

In ways that no orchestra, nor any other artistic category, ever can.


* * * *

The only love worth its salt is the agape sort,

And that is for the most part absolutely unattainable,

Unless you are truly dead in the figurative sense.


* * * *

Despite all assertions, all contentions, all declarations, all proclamations to the contrary,

Rest assured that any given middlemen, even the so-called ‘spiritual’ ones,

Are really only interested in what your treasury has in store.


* * * *

If you make it about any person or place or thing,

Then you have missed the whole point and purpose.


* * * *

You are what you are, you do what you do, you give what you give, you take what you take,

Others will just have to … oh well … so it goes … deal with it … get over it … stay or move on.


* * * *

What reason, what point, what advantage, is more absurd mind gorp,

When you likely already know many or most things far much more than necessary.

After all, how many times does the same recording need be uploaded?


* * * *

How big you are, how tiny you are.

How wise you are, how foolish you are.

How everything you are, how nothing you are.

Irony and paradox, home turf for the student of life.


* * * *

The so much that you believe you know, is infinitely dwarfed by all that you do not.

And what, pray tell, do you really know of anything, but the huff ‘n puff of imagination?


* * * *

Good and evil, like and dislike, love and hate, great and small, black and white.

All conceptions of manifest consciousness, of imagination.

Awareness ever aloof, untouched.


* * * *

You may be mistaken about all this, but do not see how.

In every way truth can be comprehended: from rational to irrational,

From absolute to relative, from to realistic to delusional, from infinite to infinitesimal,

From sensible to absurd, from ironic to paradoxical, from black to white,

It all melds into a unified certainty that cannot be undone.

It is this acuity, both deliberated and intuited,

That doubts all other contenders.


* * * *

A secular response to how all religion is sustained. is akin to The Emperor's New Clothes folktale/

A story about vanity, and how others play along for fear of embarrassment being found out.

It is a collective narrative, a miasma, seemingly built into humankind’s genetic coding.


* * * *

Do not fuck with Mother Nature.

Mother Nature does not take prisoners.

Not a good brain fart to bet against her, either.


* * * *

To understand what is actually being spoken or written in most any context,

Requires an astute mind’s eye capable of nuanced, critical thinking,

Marinated in a wholesome fusion of absurdism infinitum.


* * * *

Like any other pleasure, curiosity should be tempered.

The quest for truth is not an exercise in trivial pursuit.


* * * *

Is there anything more vile

Than a foul-mouthed, yellow-bellied, shady-laced,

Two-faced, plagiarizing, double-dealing, double-crossing, back-stabbing

Lyin’, thievin’, cheatin’, molestin’, murderin’, play-acting, sanctimonious-on-Sundays, hypocrite?


* * * *

No one can ever know what anybody or anything else

Sees or hears or tastes or smells or feels, or any other sensory feed.

Perception is a nature-nurture quantum phenomenon, boggling to the nth degree.

All things great to small, are very much alone together.


* * * *

The human species is a creation of this quantum garden world.

It evolved simultaneously alongside all the other life forms,

Each and every one developing its own sensory reality,

In unmitigated harmony with its given environment.

Naturally selected or intelligently designed, what matter?

Speculation is the irrefutable bailiwick of ineffectual thinking.


* * * *

Somehow this universe was created.

Somehow this world was created.

Somehow sentient forms were created.

Somehow the human species was created.

All speculation about the somehow is pointless.

Here you are, here we are, creating our future-past.


* * * *

Unimagine you are this mind-body.

Unimagine you are this existence.

Unimagine you are this world.

Unimagine you are this cosmos.

Unimagine you are this dreamtime.


* * * *

The incessant recording the inner voice plays over and over in your mind

Is the conditioning of your frame of reference, your nature-nurture programming.

Naught but an algorithm born of genetic design … nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

Does any who really matter?

Does any what really matter?

Does any where really matter?

Does any when really matter?

Does any why really matter?

Does any how really matter?

Does anything really matter?


* * * *

The universe is an ever-changing dynamic; motionlessness is not even possible.

Naught but an abstract construct, never to discern light of day or dark of night.

Only in the stillness of awareness can this manifest theater be seen for what it is.


* * * *

More creation, oh boy.

More waking, oh boy.

More laundry, oh boy.

More cleaning, oh boy.

More preening, oh boy.

More car washing, oh boy.

More exercising, oh boy.

More working, oh boy.

More errands, oh boy.

More chores, oh boy.

More sleeping, oh boy.

More shopping, oh boy.

More pleasure, oh boy.

More reading, oh boy.

More movies, oh boy.

More games, oh boy.

More wine, oh boy.

More song, oh boy.

More sex, oh boy.

More eating, oh boy.

More drinking, oh boy.

More wandering, oh boy.

More mindfulness, oh boy.

More preservation, oh boy.

More destruction, oh boy.

More breathing, oh boy.

More bother, oh boy.

More pain, oh boy.

More bills, oh boy.

More taxes, oh boy.

More peeing, oh boy.

More pooping, oh boy.

More indigestion, oh boy.

More Hallmark Holidaze, oh boy.

More anthropological events, oh boy.

More, more, more, more, more, more, more …


* * * *

Consciousness is ever-changing; awareness, ever-changeless.

In every moment, you are as close to nothing as awareness is.


* * * *

The mystery, the indelible, the absolute, the unborn-undying,

Spontaneously plays every form, every part, for the very first time.

Always an ingenuous beginner, performing every blueprint the best it can.


* * * *

Stop imagining you are the same character you were yesterday,

And all the unborn-undying yesterdaze before that.

Infinity hath no bounds, including you.


* * * *

Imagine your body in flames like a marshmallow over a campfire.

The eternal awareness observing, thoroughly detached, thoroughly indifferent,

As the body screams and writhes, until there is nothing left about which to scream or writhe.


* * * *

For those who seek that beyond all doubt, the world, the universe,

Gradually loses its hold over the intelligence prior to consciousness.


* * * *

As long as you believe you are the sensory body,

You will suffer its perpetual potpourri of agonies and ecstasies,

As you meander all the sights and sounds and tastes and smells and touches,

That the mind’s cosmos has to offer in its nature-nurture realm.

To be liberated is to surrender without reservation,

To the awareness prior to consciousness.


* * * *

Hallmark holidays, birthday parties, graduations, weddings, anniversaries, parades,

Street festivals, county fairs, church services, bar mitzvahs, social gatherings, soap operas …

Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum … Boooooring.


* * * *

The very young have little or no sense of time’s passing.

For the aged, it becomes a calendar-watching countdown.


* * * *

What cosmos does any creature perceive?

What cosmos does an aardvark perceive?

What cosmos does a cockroach perceive?

What cosmos does an octopus perceive?

What cosmos does a sparrow perceive?

What cosmos does a buffalo perceive?

What cosmos does a giraffe perceive?

What cosmos does a turtle perceive?

What cosmos does a trout perceive?

What cosmos does a tiger perceive?

What cosmos does a dog perceive?

What cosmos does a tree perceive?

What cosmos does a frog perceive?

What cosmos does a seal perceive?

What cosmos does a clam perceive?

What cosmos does an ant perceive?

What cosmos does a bush perceive?

What cosmos does a hawk perceive?

What cosmos does a whale perceive?

What cosmos does a shark perceive?

What cosmos does bacteria perceive?

What cosmos does a human perceive?

What cosmos does a lobster perceive?

What cosmos does an oyster perceive?

What cosmos does a dolphin perceive?

What cosmos does a penguin perceive?

What cosmos does a scorpion perceive?

What cosmos does a kangaroo perceive?

What cosmos does any creature perceive?

Perception is a nature-nurture phenomenon.

All things great to small, very much alone together.


* * * *

Money is not the root of all evil, any more than guns or other weapons are the root of death.

It is greed, and the vanity, the self-absorption, the narcissism, that is the root of that called evil.

And it is the quantum mind … it is consciousness … it is imagination … that is its neural playground.

Ecclesiastes 1:2 … “Vanity of vanities,” saith the Preacher, “Vanity of vanities. All is vanity.”


* * * *

The only way anyone can ever know everything, can ever have all their questions answered,

Is to become God, and that, of course, assumes God knows everything, and has all the answers.


* * * *

Agony is the teacher, agony is the lesson.

And some have more than a few teachers, more than a few lessons.

Some learn from observing others, some from a thrashing, but more than a few endure the rack.


* * * *

Existence is only as viable as the neuron matrix,

Which facilitates consciousness (a.k.a., imagination)

To dance away, to whirl and twirl in eternal awareness.


* * * *

The quantum holodeck in the quantum holomind,

Is always ready and waiting for the quantum holobody,

To come wandering through the quantum holoether,

All witnessed by the unborn-undying awareness.


* * * *

For human consciousness to evolve, and survive, and thrive,

Required naturally-selected delusion fostered by quantum illusion.

A hypnotizing algorithm, a molding of mind and body,

From the jungle ponds of Eden long ago.


* * * *

Love and friendship, hate and animosity, such tenuous intrigues,

About which the human paradigm ceaselessly angles and pivots.


* * * *

How challenging it is to be in the garden, and not of it.

To be with family, friends, co-workers, adversaries,

Or merely wandering through the day-to-day,

And always be aware you are awareness,

While consciousness frolics about the mind,

Has never been easy for any of the myriad seers

Who in all future-pasts have discerned it but illusion.


* * * *

Writers write, pundits speculate, scientists inquire,

Every conceivably possible much ado about nothing.


* * * *

We are a species that deserves extinction.

Alas for Mother Nature that she has not come up with the final solution fast enough

To save all the other life forms her mystery has spawned.


* * * *

All anyone can know about the mystery, about the awareness,

Is all the speculations that traditions around the world have contrived.

Stories, stories, and more stories, none more valid than any other.

Not authentic knowing in any way, any shape, any form.


* * * *

You pee what you drink, you shit what you eat.

Just another organism making its way from dust to dust.

Only magnificent in your own very vain, very subjective chronicle.

Chances are you are already forgotten by practically all.


* * * *

What is won is lost.

What is created is lost.

What is learned is lost.

What is built is lost.

Sooner or later.


* * * *

The genetic lottery spins a matrix in which the dreaming you imagine real and true,

Will witness the agony and ecstasy of each and every moment destiny has in store.


* * * *

The mystery is all, the mystery is one, including you,

In the creation of all beginnings, in the destruction of all endings,

And the process in all the befores, in all the betweens, in all the afters, as well.


* * * *

What good is power if you have not the health to exercise it?

What good is fame if you have not the health to glory in it?

What good is fortune if you have not the health to spend it?

What good is existence if you have not the health to enjoy it?


* * * *

Have you ever beheld even one moment of awareness,

Where ethics or any other imaginary notion or sentiment,

Had any say, any validity, any reality, any truth, whatsoever?

The eternal mystery does not give a flying hooey about anything.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.

Irony and paradox and absurdity rule.

Practice detachment.


* * * *

Eyeless eyes.

Earless ears.

Noseless nose.

Tongueless tongue.

Touchless touch.

Maskless mask.

Mindless mind.


* * * *

Awareness on the outside, awareness on the inside, makes for awareness everywhere.

Quantum on the outside, quantum on the inside, makes for quantum everywhere.

Mystery on the outside, mystery on the inside, makes for mystery everywhere.


* * * *

Infinite and infinitesimal.

Both imply space and time, neither of which are ultimately real.

So, neither are infinite nor infinitesimal.

Undo the math.


* * * *

We call it space, we call it time, we call it so many things.

But in truth, it is but awareness witnessing a quantum dream.

A friggin’ boggling mystery, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

It is in the timeless perception of awareness in the given moment,

That the true kingdom, the true heaven, the true singularity, is discerned.

It is not, it has never been, it will never be, anything articulated by consciousness.


* * * *

It is only in the given moment, it is only in the awareness, that you exist.

Everything else is but a dream of consciousness, of imagination,

Nothing more than a kaleidoscoping quantum theater.

And the nature of that so-called existence

Is but a subjective assumption.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

How could awareness witness its quantum creation

In omniscient-omnipresent-omnipotent fashion,

But through the eye of every sentient being,

All equally born of the same indelible mystery.


* * * *

Social animals that human beings are genetically coded to be,

Plumbing the immeasurable depths of the great aloneness is an arduous task.

It requires great fortitude to stand alone against the winds of mind.


* * * *

What can the so-called soul be but pure, unadulterated awareness?

The same awareness that is equally in all things infinitely great to infinitesimally small.

All absolute, all unfathomable, all indivisible, all inexplicable, all indelible,

All unborn, all undying, all impenetrable, all mysterious.

There is no other; how could there be?


* * * *

The soul you quest is your awareness.

The same awareness that is equally in all things, across all creation.

It is not your awareness, it is not my awareness, it is not our awareness; it is simply awareness.

There is only one soul, some call it god, and it is one and all … including you.


* * * *

What are the gluttonous? What are the narcissistic? What are the hedonistic?

If not insatiably rapacious in their efforts to fill the void that can never be filled.


* * * *

It was not some deity who created man and woman in his or hers or its image.

It was man and woman who invented deities in their imagination,

And the result is a great swath of the human story.


* * * *

Awareness is the bastion of serenity.

Vanity is the source of all hells, of all purgatories.

Eternity has been right here, right now, every moment, all along.

Time and space are but quantum illusions choregraphed by the sensory mind.

It is through the self-absorption of consciousness, of imagination,

That we have become blind to the timeless presence.

Still the mind-body, abide in awareness,

Discern the mystery you are.


* * * *

You did not choose your birth.

You did not choose your body.

You did not choose your mind.

You did not choose your family.

You did not choose your gender.

You did not choose your culture.

You did not choose your tradition.

You did not choose your language.

You did not choose your geography.

You did not choose your education.

You did not choose your ethnicity.

You did not choose your customs.

You did not choose your politics.

You did not choose your history.

You did not choose your mores.

You did not choose your creed.

You did not choose your status.

You did not choose your caste.

You did not choose your time.

You did not choose your space.

Have you ever really had any choice

In your long and winding journey to destiny?


* * * *

Awareness is all: indelible, unsullied, indivisible, unfathomable.

Practically any way consciousness plays it is laced with vanity.


* * * *

The essential Biblical narrative

Is that Satan separated from God and left the Garden.

Wait, is that not what humankind has done?

Is that not what you have done?

So, who is Satan?


* * * *

Like snowflakes and fingerprints and chromosomes,

We will always be different; we will always be limited editions.

We will always perceive the world, the cosmos, in our own unique ways.

We will always be one of a kind, no matter how much we pretend to be the same.

We are all walking the same stage in different universes.


* * * *

The only way to undo the patterning of mind and body is to become very still in every way.

Only in pure, unadulterated, absolute awareness can you be free of all claims.

And then, alas, only for as long as you manage to stay there.


* * * *

No matter how you meditate or breath or practice asanas or whatever else,

If it is not your destiny to wake up, then so it goes and oh well,

To all the revelry and whoring you missed out on.


* * * *

The choices you every cause-and-effect, yes-no-maybe moment make,

Will impact every tomorrow your timeline has yet to celebrate or lament.

Being as mindful, as attentive, as possible, is rarely a bad part of those choices.

No one gets out of this dream without at least a notion of the price of consequences.


* * * *

There is no yoke, no millstone, no chains, no shackles, in seeing, in being, the mystery you ever are.

No idolatries, no tribes, no traditions, no dogmas, no symbols, no rituals, no rewards, no punishments.

Just you, pristine awareness, the eternal eye, the mystery itself, witnessing the ever-present moment.


* * * *

The unborn-undying moment is where awareness timelessly resides.

Consciousness (a.k.a., imagination) is anything else, is everything else.


* * * *

Guaranteed, somewhere along any given bell curve,

Any given probability, any given possibility, any given whatever,

Will happen in one standard deviation or another.


* * * *

The human paradigm,

Fueled by imagination,

Snared in space and time,

The roaring falls ahead.


* * * *

Living or non-living, organic or inorganic, animate or inanimate,

It is ever the same unborn-undying, indivisible quantum mystery.


* * * *

… remember … forget …

… remember … forget … remember … forget …

… remember … forget … remember … forget …… remember … forget …

… remember … forget … remember … forget … remember … forget … remember … forget …

… remember … forget … remember … forget …… remember … forget …

… remember … forget … remember … forget …

… remember … forget …


… remember …


* * * *

What goes up must come down.

What rises, falls; what flows, ebbs; what starts, ends; what lightens, darkens.

Statistics has a certainty about it which cannot be denied.


* * * *

Tribe, family, clan, kin, community,

Society, culture, tradition, faction, company, congress,

Council, assembly, convention, conference, meeting, circle, crew, force, corps,

Troop, unit, troupe, party, bloc, team, band, set, clique, cadre, coterie, herd, flock, drove, pack, group.

All signifying the highly social, uniquely cooperative keystone of the human paradigm.


* * * *

Ze-Dong Mao, Adolf Hitler,

Leopold II, Jozef Stalin, Hideki Tojo, Ismail Enver,

Pol Pot, Yakubu Gowon, Leonid Brezhnev, Jean Kambanda, Saddam Hussein,

Tito, Suharto, Fumimaro Konoe, Menghistu, Kim Il Sung,

Jonas Savimbi, Mullah Omar, Idi Amin,

And any other mass killer,

Were all the same mystery as you.

The difference is they blew their chance.

Nature-nurture is a wonder, indeed.


* * * *

… too late …

… too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late … too late …

… too late … too late …

… too late …


* * * *

A neural network of memories, of perceptions,

Is all you are, have ever been, will ever be.

Space-time is but a quantum illusion.

Consciousness, but temporal theater.

Clouds drifting in the eternal awareness.

Unborn, undying, indivisible, unfathomable.


* * * *

Every other tribe, every other group, every other culture,

Is barbaric, brutish, bestial, savage, inhuman,

And you, the same to them.


* * * *

What is there to be egocentric about once you are truly detached,

Once you are truly naught but the awareness prior to consciousness.


* * * *

The deeper meaning.

The greater buzz.

The higher high.

The bigger big.

The fuller full.

The nth degree.

The larger large.

The farthest shore.

The greater purpose.

The grander whatever,

Where more is never enough,

And forever never ends.


* * * *

Whoever.

Whatever.

Wherever.

Whenever.

Whyever.

However.

Forever.

Ifever.


* * * *

What is remembered is forgotten.

What is remembered is remembered.

What is forgotten is remembered.

What is forgotten is forgotten.


* * * *

Awareness is ever untouched, indifferent, uncorrupted, untainted, unblemished, immaculate, flawless.

Awareness is indelible, changeless, indivisible, unfathomable, absolute, unborn, undying.

Whatever happened any moment ago, whatever happens any moment hence,

Have absolutely no relationship with any right here, right now,

But through the imaginary, illusory, time-bound notions of consciousness.


* * * *

If there was a Jesus, it is not at all likely he was the one you imagine.

Same with Buddha, Lao Tzu, or any other brigands your mind harbors.


* * * *

Perhaps it will be your fate, your destiny, that words such as these,

Will foster unlocking your mind into the freedom of the unknown.


* * * *

When referring to the relationship between awareness and consciousness,

How to articulate it? … prior to consciousness? … or … beyond consciousness?

Both have been equally used in these many thoughts as suits the aphoristic creation.


* * * *

The mind-body has its fate, the imaginary persona has its fate,

But the real you, the awareness, the moment, Self, itself,

What fate can there possibly be but all and none.


* * * *

This garden world is quite capable of creating it all on its own.

It is a quantum algorithm, no aliens required, only imagination.


* * * *

By the time any given mind realizes something happened,

Awareness has already moved on any number of instants.


* * * *

All expressions, all narratives, all illustrations, all constructs of consciousness,

Become inconsequential in the hereness, the nowness, of pure, timeless awareness.

That which is totality – often called by one deific name or another -- in all its mystery.


* * * *

Groupthink has often proven to be a two-way street.

History is chock-full of followers who have pressured those they follow

To do and say things they otherwise would not do or say, were they left to their own device.

The road less traveled may well best be wandered in solitary fashion,

As anonymously as time and circumstances allow.


* * * *

For those who seek truth, awareness of awareness,

Awareness of the eternal moment, is all that it is required.

You are the truth, the life, the way; the challenge is just to be it.


* * * *

In the stillness of awareness, there is no self.

In the stillness of awareness, there is no birth.

In the stillness of awareness, there is no death.

In the stillness of awareness, there is no vanity.

In the stillness of awareness, there is no duality.

In the stillness of awareness, there is only here.

In the stillness of awareness, there is only now.

In the stillness of awareness, there is only Self.

In the stillness of awareness, there is only you.


* * * *

From birth to death, from first breath to last, from first moment to last,

The mystery of awareness is sovereign witness to the play of consciousness.


* * * *

Awareness does not require faith.

Awareness does not require belief.

Awareness does not require dogma.

Awareness does not require anything.


* * * *

For those not inquiring deeply, for those with misguided intent,

The destiny of any teachings, any writings, risk becoming dogma.


* * * *

The mystery, the moment, the awareness, can never know itself

But through the reflections of consciousness, the reflections of the illusory other.

Therefore, creation and preservation and destruction,

Rife with agony and ecstasy.


* * * *

If it is belief, it is false.

Nothing more than an invention born of consciousness.

Seeing is not believing.


* * * *

Awareness is the one and only true eye of the mystery.

Indelible, indivisible, unfathomable, unborn-undying.


* * * *

Roads less traveled often start out many shades of gray,

Until they become rainbows of light and opuses of sound.


* * * *

Neither lead nor follow, wander quietly, anonymously.

Listening and speaking as moment and circumstances call.

And then wander on with as little display or fanfare as possible.


* * * *

True believers lack the wit to grasp the subtleties of irony and paradox,

And the nuances required for deep refection in the earnest quest for truth.


* * * *

Wrapping the mind around self-pity can be an troublesome trial.

Try not allow little self to wallow in superfluous misery.

Awareness does not break or bleed or burn.


* * * *

So many ways to view history:

First that come to mind: politics, economics,

Science, culture, language, art, music, architecture, war …

But one onscreen academic source has come up with twelve branches:

Military history, history of religion, social history, cultural history, diplomatic history,

Economic history, environmental history, world history, universal history,

Intellectual history, gender history and public history.


* * * *

The eternal moment is the nexus

Through which all creation, through which all destruction, all that is unborn, all that is undying,

Kaleidoscope in the immeasurable, indivisible, indelible awareness,

Witness to all that is, witness to all that is not.


* * * *

Can any ever really more than visit as guest, as outsider, as stranger, as recluse,

Once they have wandered outside their cave of origin, and its wall of shadows.


* * * *​

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?

But for consciousness, would space, would time, would light, would sound, exist?


* * * *

Consciousness is the great divider.

The source of all dualistic perception.

The source of all dualistic misconception.


* * * *

Awareness is the ether of consciousness.

Consciousness is the engine of will.

Will is the engine of vanity.

Vanity is the engine of greed.


* * * *

An imaginary universe, an imaginary world, an imaginary self.

How can that which has never been more than the vapor of consciousness,

That which has never been real, has never been tangible, ever be more than a dream?


* * * *

The motivations of any middleman between you and truth can be more than a little dubious.

Speculation is not truth, and many if not most who consider themselves religious-slash-spiritual,

Are spellbound by, ensnared by, blinded by, the time-bound catechisms of their cultural assumptions.

Add to that the three vanities of power and fame and fortune, fueled by greed,

And truth becomes but a usurped ways and means.


* * * *

How can time ever touch the timeless?

How can space ever touch the spaceless?

How can imagination ever possess reality?


* * * *

The reality of mortality.

The quantum of mortality.

The awareness of mortality.

The absurdity of mortality.

The paradox of mortality.

The irony of mortality.


* * * *

Absolutely beyond-the-pale astounding,

How so many cling to ignorance, to fallacy, to delusion,

Conceived thousands of years ago.


* * * *

Only the impoverished need wealth.

Only the powerless need control.

Only the desolate need fame.


* * * *

If big you has remembered

Who-what-where-when-why-how you are,

Then why is little you still here?


* * * *

Give up on trying to figure out how all this is happening.

Even the primal source, the absolute, the ultimate, can never know how it came to be.

It is a mystery, it has always been a mystery, it will ever be a mystery.

Oh well, so it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.


* * * *

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, from the ever-present moment.

From the unborn-undying, immeasurable, indivisible, indelible, interminable awareness.

The one and only inexplicable witness you are, have ever been, will ever be.


* * * *

Regarding the fate of the human paradigm, is there really any point in saying anything,

When the species is careening full bore towards the edge of the Petri dish,

And not more than the barest squeal of brakes to be heard.

All hopeful endeavors are destined to fail.


* * * *

If you see your Self as the mind-body, if you are attached to the world,

Imagination will take you through every possible agony.

Ecstasy is the plight of the detached.


* * * *

A political issue is a political issue.

An economic issue is an economic issue.

A religious issue is a religious issue.

A health issue is a health issue.

Try not to confuse them.


* * * *

Being born has proven to be fatal in every case thus far known,

Except for vampires and other characters of a fictional nature.


* * * *

So many names for it.

Source or mystery are simplest.

Deities and dogma only muddy the water.


* * * *

Are you arrogant hare, or humble tortoise?

Or both or neither, depending on circumstance?


* * * *

Whether it is just a case of remembering to not remember,

Or forgetting to remember, is easy to say but hard to do.

Or is it hard for some to say and easy for others to do?

Forgetting, remembering, it really all seems the same.

Or is it really not the same, and only seems the same?

Or is it really the same, and we only just think it different?

Or maybe we just should perchance simply just cease thinking so much,

Even though there seem to be a goodly number of things about which to cogitate,

If you spend an unwarranted amount of time and effort cogitating so many things, that is.

It is especially expedient because it gives you something inconsequential to do,

If you do not have much else of even less consequence to do, that is.


* * * *

You may have more power, you may have more fame, you may have more fortune,

Be we will all be equally worm’s meat in a relatively short instant.

Vanity, vanity, all is vanity, over and over again.


* * * *

When it comes to all the quantum dynamics

That Mother Nature is arraying against human arrogance,

Will we deal with it, or it deal with us? Will we survive it, or it survive us?


* * * *

Whether in agony or ecstasy or equilibrium, awareness is always still witness.

But who-what-where-when-why-how does the mind-body go,

When awareness becomes witness to itself?


* * * *

One-dimensional.

Two-dimensional.

Three-dimensional.

Four-dimensional.

No-dimensional.


* * * *

You are the moment, you are the awareness, you are the unfathomable, you are the mystery,

The challenge is to not allow the mind to take it any further into the imaginary realm.

There is no need for more irrationality, more absurdity, than there already is.

Just be, right here, right now, free of all the limitations spawned by imagination.


* * * *

The still mind requires an alertness, an attentiveness, a vigilance,

Few minds have the inclination, the resolve, the diligence, to muster.


* * * *

Neither need nor want.

Work hard enough to provide the essential needs.

Do not work to such a degree that the ravenous ‘more’ dominates your existence.

Midas and the Golden Touch is an ancient tale worth remembering.


* * * *

The world will find many ways to beat you back into dust.

Mindfulness is your only defense, and that only for so long.


* * * *

This garden world is a most excellent purgatory.

Whether it gets better or worse after demise,

Only the dilettantes of speculation know.


* * * *

All mythologies, all legends, all folklores, all traditions, all customs,

Are nothing more than human-created, fear-based, greed-laced,

Egocentric-ethnocentric-geocentric-heliocentric mind gorp.

When they are not imparting pearls of wisdom, that is.


* * * *

No matter how tainted, no matter how corrupt, no matter how vile, no matter how despicable,

The imaginary, the make-believe, the fictitious, the pretend, the illusory role you play,

The you that is real, the you that is true, the you that is eternal, is immaculate.

Free of all that the ever-ebbing-ever-flowing currents of consciousness are capable.


* * * *

So many roles to choose from in imagination’s infinity.

Creator or destroyer, saint or sinner, sage or fool.

Which mask, which costume, to wear today?


* * * *

Water, source of life.

… vapor … liquid … solid …

Back and forth with such ease.

Too boggling for words.

Makes me thirsty.


* * * *

That now, now.

That now, then.

That now, when.

All the same.


* * * *

From dust to dust.

From null to null.

From void to void.

From sleep to sleep.

From abyss to abyss.

From silence to silence.

From stillness to stillness.

From nonbeing to nonbeing.

From extinction to extinction.

From nothingness to nothingness.

From nonexistence to nonexistence.

From insignificant to insignificant.

From indivisibility to indivisibility.

From annihilation to annihilation.

From detachment to detachment.

From insentience to insentience.

From unconcern to unconcern.

From emptiness to emptiness.

From obscurity to obscurity.

From quantum to quantum.

From inertness to inertness.

From oblivion to oblivion.


* * * *

There appears to be no inanity, no absurdity,

Which will not be explored to its full potential.


* * * *

How is it possible to prove existence or nonexistence?

Perception is the invention of imagination; knowledge its deception.

From all beginnings to all ends, the intuition of awareness is the candle in the abyss.


* * * *

A huge as huge is, as small as small is, you are.

As strong as strong is, as weak as weak is, you are.

As kind as kind is, as merciless as merciless is, you are.

As virtuous as virtuous is, as corrupt as corrupt is, you are.

As illustrious as illustrious is, as ordinary as ordinary is, you are.

As something as something is, as nothing as nothing is, you are.

As abundant as abundant is, as scarce as scarce is, you are.

As aware as aware is, as ignorant as ignorant is, you are.

As infinite as infinite is, as finite as finite is, you are.

As true as true is, as untrue as untrue is, you are.

As real as real is, as unreal as unreal is, you are.

As all things are, as all things are not, you are.


* * * *

What happens when your imaginary universe ceases?

When family, friends, work, events, things, memories, no longer rolodex through your thoughts.

When the busy-busy mind stills, when timeless awareness reigns.

Some call it dying while living.


* * * *

Imaginary universe.

Imaginary world.

Imaginary you.


* * * *

What is so much, what was so much, what will ever be so much, of the human architype,

But dreadfully orchestrated theater played out in boorishly repetitive minds.

Exceptions that prove the rule are too few and too far between.

Greatness is relative when fueled by mindlessness.


* * * *

Human beings abide in a world of discontent.

Power and fame and fortune are all that matter.


Too much is not enough.

Live for what others think.

Nothing is ever satisfactory.

Success is ever out of reach.

Contentment is failure.


* * * *

The narrative has many facets.

What is real and true is all that is relevant.

Dispel all creations, all forgeries, all fictions, all stories,

That are mythical, legendary, contrived, fictional, whimsical, symbolic,

Theatrical, melodramatic, allegorical, figurative, metaphoric, rhetorical, characteristic,

Emblematic, fabulous, unreal, hyperbolic, inflated, exaggerated,

Abstract, invented, illusory, and imaginary,

In the quest for truth.


* * * *

What is ambition but vanity’s hungry cry for more, more, more.

For imagination’s insatiable craving to be renowned, celebrated, notorious,

Through whatever combination of power and fame and fortune the Fates condescend.


* * * *

The mind is drawn to silence, to stillness, to eternity, but churns on and on.

Despite all assertions to the contrary, consciousness does not really want to let go

Of its imaginary, of its illusory, of its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum space-time creation.


* * * *

Challenging not to make mountains out of molehills with all this seeking and finding.

The question always boils down on whether to be, or not to be.

We are all ultimately on our own,

And that aloneliness is not an easy place

For the hurly-burly of imagination to long abide.


* * * *

No one can travel any faster than the dreamtime of momentary awareness allows

In their touchy-feely, three-dimensional, very mortal, quantum space-time machine.


* * * *

Do you really believe every group, every culture, across the human experience

Was not, is not, very much the same in their own very unique, very distinct way?

How much all humans have in common is far more defining than all the differences.


* * * *

The sun spins round and round this spinning orb,

The cosmos about so huge as to make the head spin, too.

What a boggling thing it is to exist, even for the shortest while.


* * * *

A very long, long moment ago, one of our ancestors picked up a rock​ …

And now it is every conceivable bludgeon, and more daily, launching every which way.

It is likely going be far more lethal in very mortal ways being a target of any category before it is over.


* * * *

The quantum mirage of time and space is but a biological-neurological phenomenon.

Nothing more than the mind-body’s imaginary perceptions wafting along neuron trails.


* * * *

Imagination swells larger and larger in the matrix of space and time,

But the moment, the awareness in which it transpires, is ever the same.


* * * *

Actions have consequences, actions ripple.

Cause becomes effect becomes cause becomes effect … on down the line.

Be mindful, if you are lucky enough to be so wise.


* * * *

… and then what happens? …

… and then what happens? … and then what happens? …

… and then what happens? … and then what happens? … and then what happens? …

… and then what happens? … and then what happens? …

… and then what happens? …


… in eternity’s never-beginning-never-ending story? …


* * * *

What to do with the uncarved block once it is sculpted.

No rewind button once the tabula rasa has been ravished.


* * * *

Awareness is totality.

Awareness is indelible.

Awareness is sovereign.

Awareness is enigmatic.

Awareness is indivisible.

Awareness is inscrutable.

Awareness is inexplicable.

Awareness is unknowable.

Awareness is unfathomable.

Awareness is incomprehensible.

Awareness is indecipherable.

Awareness is unexplainable.

Awareness is inconceivable.

Awareness is immeasurable.

Awareness is impenetrable.

Awareness is indescribable.

Awareness is interminable.

Awareness is immaculate.

Awareness is everything.

Awareness is nothing.


* * * *

If timeless awareness is all that is, and is not,

Then how can it hold on to anything, or anything hold on to it?

How would reincarnation, heavens or hells or purgatories, or any other afterlives,

Be even remotely possible as anything more than imaginary, illusory, fictional, make-believe identities,

As unreal as all to which humankind has so steadfastly clung through all its history?


* * * *

Eternity is the timeless, spaceless, right-here, right-now, every-where,

For every ever that has ever been, for every ever that will ever be.

That all this is happening, that this world and cosmos transpire,

Is as mysterious a mystery as any mystery could ever chance to be.

The challenge is not attempting to name it; the challenge is just being it.


* * * *

The human species is a cancer, and the only curiosity remaining

Is whether Mother Nature will put us down before we destroy her.


* * * *

Ruling out what is not real and true requires a steadfast inner eye.

It is through your own vanity and corruption, all your narrowing limitations,

That you see clearly that which is genuine, that which is indisputable.


* * * *

There is no god but awareness: inexplicable, indivisible, indelible.

All else is but the dream; the illusion born of consciousness.

Clouds drifting across the sky are as real and lasting.


* * * *

Boxes within boxes within boxes within boxes.

Such is the predicament of human consciousness within all.

Only in pure awareness do all evaporate into the oblivion of true nature.


* * * *

Those playing the vast, intricate chess game of these our modern times,

Have roots in all times and geographies hundreds to thousands of years long past.

Call yourself worker, servant, or slave, your subservient role in the hierarchy is ever the same.

The one-percenters are in charge, always have been, always will be.

The other ninety-nine find their place.


* * * *

Why feel obligated to believe in, to idolize, to fear, any deity or deities,

Or any other spiritual notions formulated by imagination, human or otherwise?

Being awareness, being the moment, is the matchless state of existence.

No need for faith, no need for prayer, no need for doctrine.


* * * *

Being awareness, being the moment, is eternal life.

To want more is to be ensnared in the maze of imagination,

The dreamtime of the sensory mind given over to quantum illusion.


* * * *

Heavens and hells and purgatories and reincarnation,

How can the quantum wind of vanity possibly be carried on

Through the timeless awareness of the unborn-undying moment?

It is the game of consciousness, nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

To inquire into truth … without goal, without effort, is the challenge.

To have in mind what you are seeking only impedes the quest.

As Yoda said, “Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.”

Stay true, stay sharp, stay open, stay unknowing.

It is far more unworldly than the mind can ever know.


* * * *

Aloneness is without vanity … without point, without purpose, without meaning,

But the voyage into the unfathomable enigma begets every distraction imaginable.


* * * *

It was likely ‘Upstairs, Downstairs’,

Or more accurately, ‘Uplimb, Downlimb’,

Long before our kind left the jungles of long ago.


* * * *

Mystery is a far more suitable word for that which is ultimate, that which is true,

That which the human species has all too often corrupted into one idol or many.


* * * *

Your degree of intrigue in the human paradigm

Depends on where you landed in the genetic lottery,

And on how invested you are in your vanity and appetite.


* * * *

To bask in the eternal unborn-undying moment,

Some call it nirvana, some satori, some rapture, some joy, some harmony, some ecstasy,

Some paradise, some heaven, some bliss, some contentment.

I call it home, sweet home.


* * * *

Asserting a lie over and over again never makes it true,

No matter how many sheeple follow the marching band.


* * * *

You must look very close to discern that which cannot be seen.

You must listen very close to discern that which cannot be heard.

You must smell very close to discern that which cannot be smelled.

You must taste very close to discern that which cannot be tasted.

You must feel very close to discern that which cannot be felt.


* * * *

And through all creation, no matter how many there may have been,

With every quantum point and particle churning this way and that,

The awareness, the ever-present moment, untarnished by any of it.


* * * *

Hard to imagine something that has never played out

Sometime, somewhere, somehow, in the human theater.


* * * *

That led to this …


Led to this …

Led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this … led to this …

Led to this … led to this …

Led to this …


Cause and effect, timeless as it is, is the road down which all journey.


* * * *

How can there be any more meaning and purpose to existence

Than giving complete attention and right response

To the passing moment, ever the same?


* * * *

Awareness is eternal witness to the omnipresent, kaleidoscoping quantum theater.

All identity, all personality, is but the conditioned response of imagination

To all the causes, to all the effects, played out in each and every mind.

The you that you think you are, the you that you believe you are,

Is but an electromagnetically-induced chemical perception,

An illusion, a delusion, a deception, born of a mystery

Whose immeasurable truth can never be known

But by those rare seekers who become it.


* * * *

Regarding reincarnation, which so many belief systems endlessly speculate,

What exactly is it that can be reborn other than imaginary notion?

How can spaceless awareness, how can timeless awareness,

Ever be blemished by any imaginary attribute?

Any given seed is but a one-ride-only space-time machine,

Playing out the nature-nurture patterning into which it is spawned.


* * * *

The moment is awareness; awareness, the moment.

An inextricable, indelible, indivisible, perpetual fact.


* * * *

There is no time in awareness, there is no space in awareness.

There is no cause in awareness, there is no effect in awareness.

There is no beginning in awareness, there is no end in awareness.

There is no purpose in awareness, there is no meaning in awareness.

There is only the indelible moment, to which awareness is witness.


* * * *

Consciousness, cognizance, knowledge, memory, deliberation,

Thinking, recollection, recall, remembrance, retention, reminiscence, rumination,

Contemplation, reflection, meditation, pondering, musing, dreaming,

Merely different words for the same play of imagination.


* * * *

Push that button, flip that switch, as many times as you want,

It will never do more or less than what it was programmed to do.


* * * *

What is any culture but a dynamic stew of agreements and disagreements,

All playing out their groupthink over their given duration of time and space.


* * * *

There are no consequences in awareness.

The relationship between cause and effect

Does not in any way encumber awareness,

Does not in any way disturb awareness,

Does not in any way taint awareness.


* * * *

It is a quantum theater.

You are not the quantum theater.

You are the unborn-undying, eternal moment.

You are the awareness infusing the quantum theater.

You are the awareness perceiving the quantum theater.

You are the awareness witnessing the quantum theater.


* * * *

Tradition inevitably binds a culture to such a degree

That it becomes terminally inflexible to the ever-changing moment.

The world is strewn with the carcasses of peoples and civilizations come and gone

Because they could not discard the history, the mindset, that bore them.

They could not surrender to the changes required for survival.


* * * *

Awareness is the eternal moment.

It is without time, without space.

It is without cause, without effect.

It is without beginning, without end.

It is without purpose, without meaning.

It is absolute aloneness, unborn, undying.


* * * *

Everyone has a conditioned mindset,

A worldview that can, only with great discrimination,

Be only partially undone, redirected into something just as habitual,

But perhaps more enlightened, and a tad freer to carry on the long and arduous trek

Down the long and winding road less traveled.


* * * *

We are really nothing more than etchings

Of memories of an existence we imagine we have lived.

Key moments that we visualize and re-visualize over and over again.

Amorphous perceptions forever unborn, forever undying,

Each and every moment, in the sands of time.


* * * *

Each and every single moment,

Every decision, every choice, every cause, every effect,

Tacks the future its inescapable direction.


* * * *

What is the human paradigm but individuals and groups,

Vying for supremacy in all of vanity’s imaginary cuisines.


* * * *

Awareness is the indivisible, impenetrable moment.

Awareness is prior to consciousness; there is no prior to awareness.

It is the inexplicable, immutable, indelible, omnipresent, faceless witness of eternity.

Label it whatever sound or symbol mind wills, no paradigm can ever own its unborn-undying nature.


* * * *

All religions are just a way for middlemen to control the masses.

The gold lining the streets of heaven is as enticing as the worldly variety.

All nothing more than vanity clutching at the swag of imagination.

The sheeple so many human beings are, are so easily herded.


* * * *

The imaginary you believes you exist, that you were born, that you will one day die.

That time and space are real, that the mind and senses demarcate the universe.

That the rise of humankind and all its civilizations, all its countless creations,

Is somehow ordained by deities on high, machinating with demons below.

And if not that, perhaps some grand, all-encompassing, scientific theory.

Or perhaps the artless nature of the fool too oblivious to even question.

Wake up, wake up, wherever you are, it is but illusion, you, its mystery.


* * * *

Why be at all concerned about heavens or hells or purgatories?

Or reincarnation, or any other mind-made, time-bound conception?

Of past lives you have no memory; of future lives you have no certainty.

All that is relevant is this very right-here-right-now eternal moment.

As it would have been, or will be, in any future-past ever created.

Be in this very singular moment, wherever, whenever, you are,

And all theaters will play out as the sands of time prescribe.


* * * *

… Stop believing …

… Stop believing all you know …

… Stop believing in the world …

… Stop believing in the universe …

… Stop believing in deities and demons …

… Stop believing you are a human being …

… Stop believing you are alive …

… Stop believing you will die …

… Stop believing you were ever born …

… Stop believing you are more than awareness …

… Stop believing you are even awareness …

… Just stop …


* * * *

What is, is the only moment that counts.

What will someday be, will have its moment.

What was, has already disappeared into the sands.


* * * *

Human beings are very adaptive,

And can even get used to inordinate torture,

If it does not manage to kill them first.


* * * *

Despite imagination’s interminable penchant for make-believe,

There is no other time, there is no other space, that you can possibly be,

But this very right-here-right-now, unborn-undying, eternally absolute moment.


* * * *

Some women blame men for the state of the world,

But the choices in their wombs have incubated it all.​


* * * *

No matter the migratory path across the globe,

The human paradigm is about stories​ in all their many different forms.

Call them whatever you will: histories, accounts, chronicles, parables, narratives, folklores, legends,

Myths, sagas, fables, fairytales, tall tales, fish stories, jokes, puns, yarns, anecdotes, witticisms,

Memoirs, journals, diaries, records, annuls, aphorisms, descriptions, maxims, proverbs.

Whether fictional or non-fictional, whether prose, poetry, drama, or some hybrid.

No matter the genre: literary fiction, historical, mystery, magical realism,

Thriller, fantasy, horror, romance, science fiction, bildungsroman,

Dystopian, western, speculative fiction, or realist literature,

Or some other slice and dice of the mind-built pie,

The storytellers sculpt our world, our epoch,

Into whatever form imagination allows.


* * * *

For all practical purpose, vanity is hardwired into the human genome.

Some religious folk like to call it original sin for their own pious reasonings,

But it is really nothing more than the long and arduous path of natural selection.

The morphing evolution of breeding choices in the brewing stews of cultural theaters,

As the species gradually migrated every direction out of the African jungles of so long ago.

It is much less about sin than the inevitable outcome of all the dynamics this mystery has coined.

And awareness, the eternal, indivisible, unborn-undying witness in every sentient creation.


* * * *

The challenge is not making such a challenge of it.

Learn to endure the rises and falls, the ebbs and flows of the given mind.

As much as imagination would like to believe, nothing you do really ultimately matters even one iota.

Look for yourself, let go all the propaganda endlessly contrived for selfish purpose

By all the parasitic middlemen throughout the human epoch.

You are it, it is you, it is that simple.

* * * *

When it comes to eliminating all the cravings born of mind,

One way to do it is to eat all the chocolate you can until you puke.

So much that the yearning just drops away of its own accord.

* * * *

What is ego but little self’s identification with, little self's attachment to,

All the assumptions, all the habituation, that consciousness has imagined.


* * * *

Another meal, another drink, another shit, another piss.

On and on, over and over, again and again.

What’s to be vain about?


* * * *

All the histories, all the sciences, all the mathematics,

All the liberal studies, all the arts, all the music, all the whatever,

Are naught but the living-dying of imagination imagining.

Awareness is the unborn-undying witness to all.


* * * *

Awareness is prior to consciousness and all the dimensions it imagines.

All are but temporal creations, time-based perceptions of one theater or another.

No matter how vast or small, how complex or simple, all are naught but quantum illusion.


* * * *

The deities, singular or plural, were all fabricated by the mind of humankind.

They are vanity’s narcissistic-hedonistic need for meaning and purpose.

For some raison d'etre for this often banal, often painful existence.

For validation of the unquenchable craving for the unattainable more.


* * * *

A scarcity of self-importance is not necessarily a great weakness.

It can be a judicious realization of the nature of reality,

And the indivisible equality of all creation.

True humility is the ultimate state of beingness.


* * * *

The awareness is neither alive nor dead.

Only consciousness conceives existence.

Only consciousness imagines itself real.


* * * *

It is a good day to die.

Tomorrow would be better.

A day or so after that, even better.

* * * *

We have only put off the Darwinian nature of this garden for a brief while.

Malthus was not wrong, just unaware of the many changes on the road ahead.

How long can the tool-making genius of humankind shore up the leaking seawall,

Before it shatters and natural selection resumes, and the fittest again reign supreme?


* * * *

Lesson learned, maybe.

Lesson unlearned, maybe.


* * * *

The ethereal, sensory dream of quantum existence

Is nothing more than time-bound memory, even as it is happening.

The unborn-undying nature of awareness is not touched

By the willy-nilly of any imaginary construct.


* * * *

Ethics and aesthetics are so vainly subjective in any given mind,

As to warrant little more than a token sidebar of serious discussion.


* * * *

The human species is a cancer, and the only question

Is whether or not we will destroy our Mother

Before she comes up with an antidote.


* * * *

Calling it a life implies something much more than it is and can ever be.

Calling it a dream fits the narrative much more accurately;

Imagination being the root of the collusion

To which the human species is so inherently attached.


* * * *

Punctuation is the means by which an author’s intent is further clarified

For the reader wandering through whatever creation has been set down.


* * * *

Was Jesus really the Jesus you think he was?

Was Moses really the Moses you think he was?

Was Lao Tzu really the Lao Tzu you think he was?

Was Shankara really the Shankara you think he was?

Was Muhammed really the Muhammed you think he was?

Was Zoroaster really the Zoroaster you think he was?

Was Krishna really the Krishna you think he was?

Was Buddha really the Buddha you think he was?

Was anyone really the anyone you think he was?


* * * *

Everything comes and goes, ebbs and flows, rises and falls, appears and disappears.

Everything is ever-changing in every possible way.

Cling to nothing.


* * * *

What is the mindful state given over to absolute awareness of the unborn-undying nature?

That which is prior to all imaginary notions evolved of the mind’s quantum dream.

That which is eternally right here, right now, without past, without future.

That which is all you really are, that which is all you really are not.

That which is the omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotence that is truly God.


* * * *

To abide in the eternal awareness is to live in an existential state,

Ever anew, flawless, pristine, impeccable, untarnished, immaculate.


* * * *

Where does inner begin and the outer end?

Where does the inner end and the outer begin?

All boundaries are the handiwork of imagination;

A sea of metaphors born of linguistic aptitude.


* * * *

Religion is a shell game

In which truth is veiled from the masses,

Who are mindlessly satisfied with titillating make-believe.

The endlessly absurd bunk of all their deities and dogmas and superstitions,

And were it possible, be chucked into the trash heap of history, and forever more disregarded.


* * * *

An 80-year existence as a human being, not including 20-ish leap years, is:

960 months; 4160 weeks; 29,200 days; 700,800 hours; 42,049,000 minutes; 2,522,880,000 seconds.

What will you do with all those moments in your preordained eternal dream?


* * * *

The ultimate solution to the human malignance is extinction.

Meanwhile, more of the same inevitable, cancerous mundane.


* * * *

What will your existence manifest if you are irrational?

Unwise, silly, senseless, wild, cracked, stupid, outrageous, unrealistic,

Outlandish, ridiculous, bizarre, peculiar, useless, eccentric, odd, zany, daft, hollow,

Passionate, fanatical, mad, extreme, preposterous, absurd, unreasonable, incredible, nonsensical,

Crazy, zealous, foolish, nutty, dippy, rash, reckless, foolhardy, lacking, wacky, screwy, futile,

Unconventional, preposterous, vain, futile, meaningless, fantastical, eccentric, illogical,

Capricious, implausible, farfetched, empty, unlikely, unbelievable, preposterous,

Strange, weird, whimsical, incongruous, ludicrous, pointless, offbeat, odd,

Farcical, idiotic, purposeless, fanciful, wacked out, off your head,

Generally, just jam-packed with every assortment of magical thinking?

What will it manifest, what will it convey, if you are at least reasonably rational?


* * * *

How can you discern the eternal but by observing very lucidly,

By observing beneath the shallows of consciousness at the timeless awareness,

The moment in which the world, the universe, all creation, kaleidoscopes unborn-undying.


* * * *

The awareness of the eternal moment neither creates nor destroys.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither favors nor opposes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither leads nor follows.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither covets nor limits.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither moves nor stills.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither gives nor takes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither ebbs nor flows.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither rises nor sinks.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither wins nor loses.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither loves nor hates.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither comes nor goes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither thinks nor acts.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither begins nor ends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither profits nor loses.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither grasps nor frees.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither lives nor perishes.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither succeeds nor fails.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither accepts nor denies.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither grows nor shrinks,

The awareness of the eternal moment neither attacks nor defends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither reveals nor conceals.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither obsesses nor ignores.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither harshens nor softens.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither indulges nor abstains.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither brightens nor darkens.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither increases nor decreases.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither appears nor disappears.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither conquers nor surrenders.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither consumes nor preserves.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither condemns nor absolves.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither ascends nor descends.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither hopes nor despairs.

The awareness of the eternal moment neither seeks nor finds.


* * * *

Humankind worships what it sees, what it feels, what it conceives,

Rather than the timeless indivisibility that can never be known,

Rather than the eternal moment that is ever unfathomable.


* * * *

The world, the cosmos, that your sensory mind daily perceives,

Will be forever undone at the imaginary mind-body’s demise.


* * * *

Only of the moment is true, and awareness is its witness.

All else is the fluff of consciousness and its imaginary fictions.


* * * *

Only consciousness conceives.

Only consciousness believes.

Only consciousness judges.

Only consciousness cares.

Only consciousness loves.

Only consciousness hates.

Only consciousness wants.

Only consciousness creates.

Only consciousness preserves.

Only consciousness destroys.


* * * *

Consciousness is a clingy thing, always wanting more, and more never enough.

Contentment is ever just out of grasp, and even if it could be grasped,

More would sooner than later raise its dissatisfied head.

Only the rarest of the rare can gaze mindfully joyful at a wall.


* * * *

The perpetual seeker crisscrosses every mountain path,

Never discerning there is no mountain, there is no seeker.


* * * *

All ideas, all theories, all beliefs, all opinions,

Are conceptual frameworks concocted by imagination.

Awareness is the moment prior to all movements of consciousness.


* * * *

Whether total detachment is even possible for more than brief moments,

Is one of those ‘needs research’ questions every mind must itself fathom.


* * * *

The only thing worse than being bored, is being more bored.

And the only thing worse than being more bored

Is being even more bored.


* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

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* * * *

Who who’s?

Who what’s?

Who where’s?

Who when’s?

Who why’s?

Who how’s?


* * * *

Who Sleeps?

Who wakes?

Who knows?


* * * *

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* * * *

The kaleidoscoping quantum theater is but a mirage of the sensory mind.

And no mirage, no concept, no dream, no matter how real or true it may seem,

Is ever ultimately more than an assumption, an invention, a falsehood, a hoax, a lie.

It is all but a reverie to be taken only as seriously as the given witness is inclined.

Laugh if you can, cry if you must, what are joy and sorrow but secular states.


* * * *

Every moment you are born, every moment you die.

Unborn-undying every moment, why hold fast to anything?

Unborn-undying every moment, why be troubled about anything?

Unborn-undying every moment, why believe in anything?


* * * *

The deities most fabricate and worship are of a limited mindscape.

What God truly is, is so beyond the naked eye, that the naked mind

Cannot even begin to comprehend the infinitesimal infinity of it all.


* * * *

What we call heaven and hell, and everything between,

Are what you concoct, what you endure, in the here now.

State of mind, attitude, outlook, stance, bearing, is all.


* * * *

All things – animate or inanimate – are always in the quantum here now.

All forms great to small are but notions given reality by the sensory mind.

The eternal moment, the timeless awareness, is all there truly is, and is not.


* * * *

How to say it?


There is only the moment, and the awareness in which it resides.

or

There is only the awareness, and the moment in which it resides.

Can there be the awareness without the moment?

Can there be the moment without the awareness?


Is their separation, severance, partition, divorce, duality,

In any way or shape or form even remotely possible?


And why would you even bother asking?


Move on, Pilgrim.


* * * *

“How astounding so many across all times, all geographies,

Have been born in the land of the one true religion,”

He said in a voice laden with ironic mockery.


* * * *

Space-time is a quantum illusion​, an unfathomable theater,

Created by the magic of evolution, playing out in the mystery of awareness.

There is really only the inexplicable, intangible, immeasurable, unknowable, timeless moment,

Through which dreamtime streams, unfolds, unfurls, displays, kaleidoscopes,

In the mind-body patterning of each and every sentient being,

All extemporaneously interacting together,

All very much alone.


* * * *

In the immaculate awareness of the timeless unborn-undying moment, you do not exist.

Only in consciousness, only in the time-bound notions of imagination,

Does the me and myself and I come into being.


* * * *

What is to get ecstatic or concerned or depressed about?

You have been doing this since the beginning of all beginnings,

And will be until the end of all endings, and before and after that, too.


* * * *

Awareness does not give a gnat’s ass about your vanity,

All your narcissistic-hedonistic gamesmanship.

It will carry on with or without you.

Always has, always will.


* * * *

Mind-bodies too dynamic to keep still, have concoct everything imaginable under the human sun.

Culture, religion, commerce, industry, art, music, writing, architecture, war …

Even the most still ones rarely stay still for all that long.

The order of chaos rules.


* * * *

If this moment of immaculate awareness is all there is, how can any measurement,

Any assumption, any play of consciousness, whatsoever, ultimately mean anything?


* * * *

You are you, I am I, and we are all but limited mortal elements in this quantum dreamtime,

All together playing out every ecstasy, every agony, every narcissistic-hedonistic spin of the dice,

And not the remotest chance, not the vaguest possibility, of surviving all that long in the relative sense.


* * * *

Another moment slips seamlessly into another moment,

Into another and another and another and another, forever another.

All one in the same,


* * * *

Look behind those eyes, you think that awareness peering out is really just you?

We are all the same timeless mystery in every form quantum can spin into being.


* * * *

Science, philosophy, religion, spirituality, belief, superstition,

Dogma, worship, exaltation, glorification, adulation, conviction, respect,

Idolization, praise, veneration, reverence, devotion, ceremony, sacrament, adoration,

Commandment, law, creed, canon, doctrine, principle, theory, code, rule, ritual, formula, model,

Speculation, conjecture, estimation, inference, intuition, fantasy, guess, notion …

What use does awareness have, what use does the moment have,

For any arbitrary invention of consciousness?


* * * *

Space-time is a quantum illusion,

A three-dimensional dream of consciousness,

An evolutionary collusion, an ever-kaleidoscoping mirage,

An inexplicable magician’s trick extraordinaire.


* * * *

Whether many deities or just one, all religions, all mythologies,

Are nothing more than human vanity’s superstitious, delusional need

To pretend it is of first and foremost relevance to the inexplicable unknown.

Only path-less-followed minds see through the make-believe,

And stand alone, clear and unknowing.


* * * *

If it is a story, a myth, a legend, a tale, a chronicle,

A narrative, an anecdote, a description,

An account, a yarn, a fairytale,

Then it is not real.


* * * *

What we call reality starts unravelling pretty quickly

Once you start really looking with a detached eye.


​* * * *

How long will imagination allow you to reside in the immaculate serenity of awareness,

Totally alone, unbound by the tethers of the world and all its hullaballoo?

Why come back ever again to that which is not at all real

In any way or shape or form, whatsoever?


* * * *

All the problems, the mistakes, the bungles, the panics, the boo-boos, the miscalculations,

The complications, the faults, the errors, the catches, the slip-ups, the bruises, the oversights,

The inaccuracies, the disquiets, the bloopers, the gaffes, the muddles, the obstacles, the dilemmas,

The cuts, the lapses, the tears, the rips, the strains, the riddles, the missteps, the pains, the questions,

The dreads, the delays, the hitches, the lengths, the tortures, the glitches, the strivings, the nightmares,

The struggles, the stings, the distresses, the cruelties, the twinges, the anguishes, the slips, the concerns,

The inconveniences, the setbacks, the drawbacks, the stains, the hiccups, the stoppages, the intricacies,

The exertions, the adversities, the indiscretions, the horrors, the fears, the fretfulnesses, the nuisances,

The conundrums, the challenges, the posers, the enigmas, the cautions, the sufferings, the calamities,

The errors, the bloomers, the misprints, the faux pas, the howlers, the hurts, the aches, the sweats,

The worries, the anxieties, the strains, the griefs, the predicaments, the quandaries, the frights,

The phobias, the toils, the alarms, the brainteasers, the angsts, the troubles, the tribulations,

The apprehensions, the punishments, the afflictions, the snags, the troubles, the blights,

The obstructions, the difficulties, the blindsides, the bottlenecks, the hindrances,

The anomalies, the efforts, the trips, the oopsies, the oh-my-gods, the boobs,

The snafus, the blunders, the botch-ups, the cockups, the fuckups …

You just have to wrap your head around living with them.


* * * *

To cease cloaking awareness with time and space and its ever-kaleidoscoping quantum attributes,

Is a conceptual awakening that humanity is having considerable difficulty achieving.

Even in light of the vast amount of scientific evidence to the contrary,

Lethargic minds are substantially more suited to superstition and absurdity.

Peering behind the mask of the many-faced mystery is a task to which few are called.


* * * *

Awareness is all there is … In its ever-present moment, you always are.

There is no ‘have always been’ … There is no ‘will always be.’

Time and space are naught but quantum illusions

In which imagination takes flight in every notion imaginable.


* * * *

If you treat going to sleep as if it were a little death,

The real thing will not be all that different,

But without the alarm going off.


* * * *

The human species is not capable of awakening to the larger vision of its Self.

It will slumber on and eventually perish in the ruins of whatever is left,

As ignorant and foolish as when it exited the jungles of long ago.


* * * *

Everything is unequivocally relative to everything else.

Every mind-body, every frame of reference is a universe unto its Self.

No two are ever alike, and none will ever envision any other’s but through their own.


* * * *

The mind-body is the only way you can ever travel the space-time of this eternal quantum mystery.

And it will ever be at a one-breath-at-a-time, one-step-at-a-time, one-moment-at-a-time, kind of pace.


* * * *

Who wrote this?

Who do you think? And why would it matter?

All that matters is that you have the keenness to read it, and unlock the given mind

From the shackles of a conditioned nature-nurture dream.

Awareness is all, all is awareness.


* * * *

There is no forward, there is no back, there is no right nor left nor oblique.

There is only this very right-here-right-now quantum dreamtime,

For whatever moment the mystery of awareness allows.


* * * *

What is the meaning, what is the purpose of existence?

Why, everyone unremittingly telling everyone else

What they should believe and do, obviously.


* * * *

A time machine would be great fun, if time truly existed.

Alas, imagination is the one and only contraption on hand.


* * * *

Despite all words, all concepts, all notions to the contrary,

All philosophies must ultimately boil down to nothing,

Else the philosophers have not made the final unknowing leap,

And are instead snared by the metaphors of their own imaginary design.


* * * *

Beneath the eyes, beneath the ears, beneath the nose, beneath the tongue, beneath the skin,

You, the timeless awareness, ever attentive to whatever moment the quantum mystery presents.


* * * *

Something may seem strange or wrong now, but obviously did not in whatever when.

What point judging history and all the numberless values the times of mind do ordain?


* * * *

The quickest, easiest way to put any given true believer behind you

Is to listen for a bit, nod a few times, offer thanks, and then meander on.

If you discuss or argue further, you risk wasting who knows how much time

That would be better spent wandering alone in your own sovereignty.


* * * *

Game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off … game face on, game face off …

Game face on, game face off …


* * * *

Human pap.

Human tripe.

Human dreck.

Human bunkum.

Human nonsense.

Human foolishness.

Human poppycock

Human hogwash.

Human claptrap.

Human garbage.

Human twaddle.

Human rubbish.

Human drivel.

Human idiocy.

Human trash.

Human dross.

Human tosh.

Human rot.


* * * *

All sentient forms great to small gaze out upon their unique universe,

Each and every one the same indivisible, ubiquitous awareness,

The same indivisible source, the same indivisible mystery.

Declare the awareness to be one god or many,

By whatever deific-sounding sounds comes to mind,

The inscrutable that humankind ever aspires to penetrate,

Is eternally indifferent to, unaffected by, all conscious endeavors.


* * * *

What creature can resist a free meal, free deal, or safe harbor?

Even the wildest things can be tamed with the right enticement.


* * * *

How passionately love can so easily morph into resentment and hate.

It may be eternal in the ultimate, indelibly, excruciatingly idealistic sense,

But the vanities are more than capable of adulterating anything and everything.


* * * *

The only way to suppress human corruption is to build hedges and dikes against it,

And then perpetually maintain them against the unceasing greed that powers its engine.


* * * *

And how could any other speculated dimension

Operate with a different set of rules, a separate set of laws,

Than that crafted by the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum),

And the ethereal, indivisible awareness in which it plays out?


* * * *

What is death but the end of the need to think, to breathe, to move, to eat, to drink, to poop and pee.

The end of ever-kaleidoscoping agonies and ecstasies played out in the dream of time and space.

The end of power, fame, wealth, and all the narcissistic and hedonistic vanities they serve.

The end of the Seven Deadly Sins: pride, envy, gluttony, lust, wrath, greed, sloth.

The end of knowledge and wisdom and foolishness, and all the effort to maintain them.

Death offers such peace, such quietude, the heaven of non-existence, no imagination required.


* * * *

Here it all is, right here, right now.

Awareness, allotted to an imaginary existence.

The you that you imagine is not, was not, will never be.

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

A mystery the time-bound mind can never grasp.


* * * *

It is really quite astounding to contemplate

How all the sounds we daily use to communicate

Slowly evolved from across all human history.

And English, the most dogged mutt to date.


* * * *

Celibacy is a mindful alternative

If you wish to avoid buckets of bother with the opposite sex.

Love is an enticing mirage that can quickly morph into limitless forms of hellish enterprise.

Suffer on if you choose, but it is not mandatory.


* * * *

All nothing more than the make-believe-pretend

Of the electromagnetic spectrum (a.k.a., quantum)

Riding the coattails of the mystery of awareness.


* * * *

What is the feminine mystique

But an infatuation with much ado about nothing,

Often resulting in nothing more than a harvest of unremitting vexation.


* * * *

When it comes to being prepared for the ever-changing elements,

Remember it is far easier to take off something

Than it is to add on nothing.


* * * *

Delve into the ultimate, definitive, supreme reality of your timeless, sovereign, absolute aloneness.

Your essence, your core, your gist, your crux, your root, your marrow, your beingness,

Your kernel, your lifeblood, your substance, your immortality, your soul.

The one and only truth you are, have ever been, will ever be.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

The Axis of Evil


Nepotism
the practice among those with power or influence

of favoring relatives or friends, esp. by giving them jobs.

Cronyism
the appointment of friends and associates to positions of authority,

without proper regard to their qualifications.

Favoritism
the practice of giving unfair preferential treatment

to one person or group at the expense of another.


* * * *

Everything happens with or without your perception.

Everything happens with or without your permission.

Everything happens with or without your acceptance.


* * * *

What is this phenomenon we call existence?

A long and winding yellow brick road,

A deep and cavernous rabbit hole,

A reverie of timeless perception,

A collection of memories called real.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

Delve into the ultimate, definitive, supreme reality of your timeless, sovereign, absolute aloneness.

Your essence, your core, your gist, your crux, your root, your marrow, your beingness,

Your kernel, your lifeblood, your substance, your immortality, your soul.

The one and only truth you are, have ever been, will ever be.


* * * *

Applause, limelight, fame, celebrity, stardom,

Recognition, reputation, distinction, eminence, renown, praise,

Appreciation, approval, sanction, prominence, acclaim, popularity, glory, standing,

Status, notoriety, infamy, disrepute, ignominy, dishonor, legend, myth,

Or even obscurity, insignificance, irrelevance, anonymity.

What are they, for whom Self is all there is?


* * * *

The Axis of Evil


Nepotism
the practice among those with power or influence

of favoring relatives or friends, esp. by giving them jobs.

Cronyism
the appointment of friends and associates to positions of authority,

without proper regard to their qualifications.

Favoritism
the practice of giving unfair preferential treatment

to one person or group at the expense of another.


* * * *

Everything happens with or without your perception.

Everything happens with or without your permission.

Everything happens with or without your acceptance.


* * * *

What is this phenomenon we call existence?

A long and winding yellow brick road,

A deep and cavernous rabbit hole,

A reverie of timeless perception,

A collection of memories called real.

Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.


* * * *

To be born is akin to the tabula rasa of unworked wood,

Destined to experience an unknown duration of every whittle existence offers.

Cut, carved, sliced, chiseled, chopped, shaved, trimmed, peeled, shaped, molded, formed, fashioned;

A mind-body-nature-nurture sculpture from first gasping breath to last wheezing one.


* * * *

Everything you think is a record of your nature-nurture habituation,

The conditioning that plays over and over and over, until death do you part.

Understand the difference between believing the record, and witnessing the record.


* * * *

Every life a dream of its own, until death it does forever part.

The same quantum mystery, the same awareness, all the while.


* * * *

Why is it that magical thinking is so crucial for so many?

How is it that the quantum theater is not magical enough?


* * * *

For the seer, the challenge of the ever-changing consciousness

Is in the remembering and forgetting of its imaginary creation.


* * * *

All creation is but a simultaneous blip of imagination.

Ergo, time and space to play it out in grand theater form.


* * * *

Death is a dispassionate reaper.

The powerful and the weak,

The wealthy and the poor,

The famous and the unknown,

All find their way to the same grave.


* * * *

Despite all evidence, all beliefs, all theories, all assumptions to the contrary,

It is nothing more than a manifest dream, a touchy-feely mirage,

That has no ultimate meaning or purpose, whatsoever.

Only vanity ever make-believes it more.


* * * *

If you are perusing philosophical thoughts such as these,

Then you have to some degree realized you are a witness to the mystery.

You are seer, mystic, oracle, hierophant, eye of the unknown peering out upon creation.

Perhaps you will even become a scribe, a future-past fellow of the Dead Poets Society,

Or an artist of some other genre, who may well impart a vision in a way no other has.