Leftovers
Ultimately, the final stage, is to let go,
All you have done, all you have not done,
All that the world is, all that the world is not,
And just silently wander in unutterable solitude.
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Om, om, om … peace, peace, peace:
Tranquility, peacefulness, restfulness, calmness,
Serenity, repose, quietness, stillness, undisturbed, untroubled.
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No place to go, nothing to become, yet you,
Ever the same, ever here now, wander this way or that,
For a body cannot be completely still, nor a mind completely silent.
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Stars and planets stream silently about the heavens, oblivious to your vain existence,
And all the passions that play out the ceaseless dramas in your hollow imagination.
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Once you quiet, once you calm, once you still, all the many notions,
What is there but awareness, free of any sense of other.
Anything less is just quantum theater.
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Be that totality, that absoluteness, that solitude, that quietude,
Where there is no within, where there is no without,
Where there is no where but here now.
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Discard all the overlays of your conditioning.
You are the quietude of the sovereign mystery.
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Illustrate, if you can, where you are in a mind that is still,
Where you are in the timeless quietude of pure awareness?
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How can the here-now, the ever-present moment, ever be born, destined to one day die?
How can that which is without attributes, that which is indivisible, ever exist?
How can there be light or dark? Sound or silence? Right or wrong?
How can there be any this, any that, in an indelible mystery,
In which space and time are not, have never been, will never be?
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War is the insatiable beast, peace the sublime quietude.
Humans do not tend to, for long, fare well with either.
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And why is all that knowledge, so much of it, meaningless trivia, so important?
What makes it so much more esteemed, than a mind that runs silent, runs deep?
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Without the herd, without the other, You would not have the opportunity to stand quietly aloof;
To observe, to watch, to view, to scrutinize, to monitor, to study, to examine, to survey,
To witness a dream of consciousness, an imaginary theater, as only You can.
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Eternal life is not something remembered, not something born of the mind in time.
It is merely being the timeless awareness, the timeless nowness, the timeless emptiness, you truly are.
There is nothing to become, nothing to prove, nothing to maintain, nothing to pretend.
To be in that state of timeless quietude is to be all there is to be.
Soundbites
A quietude emerges, and the lotus mind blossoms.
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Awareness is the stillness of the silent Om.
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To questions where there are no answers, silence.
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You need not allow the universe to infringe upon your serenity.
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Go placidly amid the noise and haste.
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How quietly content, those barren of the quagmire of assumption.
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The masks of oblivion are a cacophony of quantum design.
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Consciousness evaporates into an awareness of stillness.
Breadcrumbs
Getting pretty quiet in this old cabeza, sometimes.
The Corollaries of Yaj Ekim
Ramana Maharshi:
Whatever is destined not to happen will not happen, try as you may.
Whatever is destined to happen will happen, do what you may to prevent it.
This is certain. The best course, therefore, is to remain silent.
Yaj Ekim’s Corollary:
Be a lot easier if I had spent my entire adult existence,
Sitting homeless in a loincloth in an ashram near a fabled mountain.
Possible Last Words & Epitaphs
Home, sweet home
Peace, sweet peace
Silence, sweet silence
Solitude, sweet solitude
Obscurity, sweet obscurity
Awareness, sweet awareness
Anonymity, sweet anonymity
Realization, sweet realization
Emptiness, sweet emptiness
Rightness, sweet rightness
Serenity, sweet serenity
Home, sweet home