Leftovers
Consciousness does not easily give over its delusional dreamtime
To the quietude of its original nature, of its timeless awareness,
In which it hither-thither vainly moves like clouds in the sky.
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The challenge is letting go of the cacophony ever playing out in our aloneness.
We spend so much time questing the most unadorned reality the mystery has to offer,
Yet there it is: the awareness, the witness, the enigma, peering out from behind every mask.
What need for religion? What need for spirituality? What need for belief, faith, prayer, scripture?
What need for heavens and hells and purgatories, deities and demons, mythologies, icons, sacraments?
What need for messiahs, saints, priesthoods, traditions, superstitions, caste systems, groupthinks?
What need for philosophies, dogmas, ethics, laws, principles, doctrines, idols, mystic powers?
What need for cathedrals, temples, shrines, holy places, titles, hierarchies, dress codes?
What need for dualistic or non-dualistic concepts, or any light or sound shows?
Why worship what you are? Eternity is right here right now, timeless.
Merely being the awareness is all there is: You are it, it is You.
Anything less is nothing more than the trickster mind,
Playing its more-more-more imagination game.
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The entire human drama is from a distance nothing more than noise,
A cauldron of consciousness that has no lasting meaning, whatsoever.
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The human paradigm is based on collective enterprise,
And all groupthink is steeped in one absurdity or another.
Standing alone, free and clear, with as quiet a mind as possible,
Is the only way to minimize the arbitrary delusions of assumption.
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To be still, to resist thought’s rising, is the challenge,
Of those who give themselves over to inner quietude.
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The flame of the vanities – power, fame, fortune – singes all and burns many.
Of a quiet, tranquil, trouble-free, unassuming existence, little needs be said.
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Awareness is the silent om of the universe.
From it all sentient beings arise and abide.
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Noise.
More noise.
Even more noise.
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Quietude.
More quietude.
Even more quietude.
Soundbites
Noise, more noise, even more noise.
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Quietude, more quietude, even more quietude.