Live life to the fullest, whatever that may mean, climbing Mount Everest
Or sleeping in til dusk, whatever floats your boat, be that water or wine.
Visions of loveliness, a museum of nudes, beauty in nakedness,
In the eye of a lens, the beholder hunts prey with telephoto sights.
Nothing under the sun, not at such a distance, these phrases we abuse,
Granted, we get the point, no sunrise, nor sunset, as the sun always shines.
Ignorance is not bliss, but laziness to seek the source of the problem.
No solution without the origin of sin, so to speak, without God.
Truth, a hard-won battle, a contest of two wills within self-delusion.
Riddle the mind with holes, bullet casings empty on streets in Chicago.
Until we smell the cheese does perception make sense, the eyes of Emmental.
Trouble is, with a sieve, the water flows away, down the drain, forever.
However, it makes sense, perceptions-sensations, phenomena of mind.
And mind bursts with flavor, with fruit chews in my mouth, this, this evanescence.
Nothing to hold onto, we spin on an axis, tilted merry-go-round.
Despite our speed, our haste, for this velocity, we still walk a straight line.
Forever will I see squadrons of geese landing deep in my memory.
Aspects of a moment, fleeting, ephemeral, nothing to grasp, let go.
In truth, it takes decades to let go of ego, the desire to control.
Nevermind Nirvāṇa, Saṃsāra, the return of the same is a game.
Internal, eternal hell but a metaphor, a warning to be good.
No one ever had fun never breaking the rules, but the consequences!
Verses no one will read, what's the point in success, perforce then to conform.
Ego worn on my sleeve, an ideology, my faith, my beliefs warped.
Reason hides in darkness, does not care to shine light on the matter at hand.
Sever the hand quickly and cleanly at the wrist with a cleaver, Mother.
Everyone knows, who cares, idle threats, a child cries, haunted by his desire.
My desire not to die before I disappear, to understand this world.
Yet in complexity do I find simple truths, the smallest acts of faith.
Love is our creation, we define it ourselves to our own devices.
Orders create systems, erroneous ideas, conceptions lead astray.
Versions of dub reggae create the universe in parallel motion.
Even to lose my way as a child, lose my mind as an adult is good.
Trust in the manifold conditions of space-time to bring me back to now.
Obviously, my mind is sound, loopy but sound, I climb my own mountains.
Show me the capital, Mr. Gabidar, close the lid to Zen cookies.
Holding the cookie jar, all I feel, emptiness, even when it is full.
Order the universe with false explanations, brazen mythology.
Wonders never cease, stop making sense, perceptions-sensations, I find mind.
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