I am the fake. I am the false. I am but a mask of flesh, for the faceless and the fleshless. This person, this name, this form: all of these thoughts, this voice: all of these objects of awareness, perceived in simple awareness, are too complicated, too bold: strenuous statements of information within the simple,…
The indifference is false. So overwhelmed by inner resistance to what happened, what is, what might be, So concerned by what was not, what isn’t, what could never be, I put a lid of indifference over my fears and anxieties; my grief, sorrow, regrets too. Precisely because it does hurt so much, I tried to…
Something has changed in me. Life: the flames of life: the water of life, flows through me. I feel connected to life all around. To have sunk below the superstructure of my human identity: To have sunk deeper into life than my life-form, my body, than my species: To have made contact with the primordial…
Sex. The sex is good. The sex is the best sex I’ve ever had, and it’s introspective: What moves in me, deeper than the superstructure of my psychology: the fascination to dominate and penetrate: Deeper than what my name is and who I am: Deeper than what your name is and who you are: Life…
Person carriers and load-pullers, fill this unhappy city, trafficking insufferable burden-baskets woven of thought and will: empty beings pursuing images of completion. Filling empty streets with the deafening meaninglessness of the hollow clamor of their futile activity and vain efforts. Amidst endless streets lined with painted signs, where sterile machines that run on greed, wrap…
He thinks that he thinks. He thought that he thought. But the thinking isn’t his. The thoughts belong to none. Sel-arising thoughts belong to noone. He that he thought. But there is no him. All that is, is all there ever is. He thinks that thinks. o the fool, o no. he fool, o no.…
Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, I sing to you this love song. You are welcome in my heart. Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, all pent up: you are welcome in my heart. I am ready to feel you fully and allow you so pass through me. Hey locked vault in me, filled with…
There’s no one… …to love you, to acknowledge you, to save you. There is no thing… … to fulfill you, to claim, to value or give meaning. Here is all you have. Now is the only moment there is. Be grateful for each breath. Just be. Without identity, presence is self-fulfilled.
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these feet, nor these legs. Not the chill of this wind. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these streets, nor the sky. Not these trees. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these hands, not…