All my ancient twisted karma,
From beginningless greed, hate and delusion,
Born through body speech and mind,
I now fully avow.
– Zen verse of repentance
All encompasses the whole universe
left to play out without interference
left without cognition or volition
maybe I spins a two-sided mirror
yet I sees nothing in the looking glass
ashes and dust create and destroy flesh
noble ideas come to nought in a dot
confusion as time appears linear
in a flash all events occur at once
every instance connected by a thread
no distance, no length, no height, width or breadth
transcend all thought within a quecto-dot
transcend the universe as quetta-file
winsome and beguiling in appearance
instants never arise, nor start or end
simply delusion, the truth lies hidden
trust not in perception or sensation
each moment haplessly runs the gauntlet
dimensions based on needs of perceiver
kindness to witness beauty and sorrow
actual real life as orbit patterns
reveals the dialectic as empty
marksmanship shoots bullets at a target
as a bullseye reveals the mind of God
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Forget to fail at forgetting to fail
remember to die memento mori
object at objections in courts of law
memory summons mind back to the stand
begin at the start of the beginning
except in timelessness all connections
gain momentum from randomness transformed
in the end no end but an illusion
nothing but nothingness, not even that
not even nothingness in emptiness
in conceptions, anger, hatred, and greed
nothing but arbitrary, random thoughts
given gravity, how mind orbits mind
left alone to let go of loneliness
except disconnection is delusion
sound asleep I fly solo as I run
sucked into the vortex of a queer word
games to play, victims and perpetrators
remember torture as exploitation
emancipate the signifier, soul
except a word is as empty as sound
defy defense mechanisms to grow
happens in the iota of a dot
as quecto- or quetta- nobody knows
transcend spatial attributes as a fold
edges sharp as collars collaborate
arguments for and against become moot
never aspire before the death of greed
desire shapes hatred, a force to harm
define delusion as dystopia
except everyone believes in the dream
let go of letting go and letting God
until intervention occurs, blindness
simply explains why nobody can see
in front of their nose, the truth lies hidden
orbits in gravity as connections
nirvāṇa as the final goal, blown out
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Born and yet unborn or perhaps stillborn
or born-again, amounts to the same thing remember to breathe a deep breath, exhale
needless suffering in the face of death
teach billionaires about loving-kindness
how to walk away from this misery
reach out to have my hand slapped down, shake hands
only to walk away from ignorance
underbelly of society, laugh
grifters and hand shakers, anger and greed
how delusion guides the minds of the weak
body to overcome and to embrace
orbits in gravity fall to the ground
decision executive to not come
yet, what a world to inhabit inside
suck ups and sycophants rule all the rules
partake to break bread and drink wine and cheese
emptiness is just a word: Śūnyatā
each day I stare at the sun, disbelief
could I believe in God, insensible
how I left gibberish for gibberish
ask me to make sense of all this rubbish
nothingness and bad faith, ontology
dialectic, beyond that emptiness
mind is not my mind, my thoughts, cognitions
in a bowl of tomato soup, the flies
no speech, nor language, signs, something greater
despite extra protein, bowl pushed aside
I am not you, I am not me, I am
nothingness in the ephemeral soup
object to objections, a court of law
wins all the cases presented, fuck all
fuck everyone in the world, too many
understand one axiom towards peace
let go of anger, greed, and delusion
let go of avarice and deception
yet, try as you might to make a living
ask me to avow and to disavow
visions of afterbirth, what is to come
only God is a word, yet, imagine
wicked the mind that cannot see beyond
