s/he who knows that
soundless
odourless
tasteless
in-tangible
formless
deathless
supernatural
un-decaying
beginningless
endless
unchangeable reality
springs out of the mouth of death
wise commons
the common
run after pleasure
and sink into the entanglements of death
the wise
seeking the undying
do not run among things that die
soul body connection
the larger informs the smaller
much as a hand
grasps the pencil
scribbling nonsense over useless parchment
yet it is there
all the same
salvation stone
i found that
nameless
shapeless
homeless
invulnerable rock
and i was no longer terrified
a hole punched through the ice
some drugs can punch a hole through the ice
let you see the other side
and when you come back
you’re haunted
by those holes you punched through the ice
vs
meditation
slower
gentler
balanced
warm melting
of all the ice
evenly
both methods have their merits
there is no contempt
there is no intent
this is why they are named
intent and contempt
what good is meditation?
the ability to notice
to let go
to view dispassionately
then act appropriately
to feel and not feel
to be this all the time
and not just when a hole is punched through the ice
sorcerer’s advice
until one has conquered a devil
s/he has no business courting another
speechless
when there is nothing
from which everything springs
there is nothing to say
loss is gain
s/he who sees, thinks, knows this
loves the self
plays with the self
unites with the self
enjoys the self
governs the self
moves the self everywhere at pleasure
those who think otherwise
are governed by others
they lose what they gain
no where can they move at their pleasure
pandora’s gift
ho!
ye huffers of hopium!!
the past was a lie
the future hasn’t been invented yet
hope
was the last demon to escape pandora’s box
verily
all we really have is
now
secret desire
silence
the reward of
a properly confused intellect
upanishad
when s/he is dying
those around ask if s/he knows them
as long as the soul does not leave the body
s/he knows them
but when the soul leaves the body
ascending with the sun’s rays
s/he meditates on OM
and
with the speed of thought
goes to the sun
sun is the gate of heaven
where the wise can pass