February 2012

The only reason I watch rubbish on TV Is because God made me Everyone is Strutting around as if They own themselves If you think Something should be Different It can't So that thought is Perfect Even the thought "I am not in control To do anything" Is already Not your thought To think you could Surrender to oneness Means You think you could Not surrender to oneness When I contradict Authority I become Authority What if you believe This is illusion And you want truth And your life is painful Sad And unlucky Maybe you want to Give up But haven't How does one of These little ditties Help you then? Well it does help Because all that Scary story Was in this little ditty Not your life But what about others? They must actually Suffer these things Well there goes this Ditty Getting carried away Again When you feel You are losing it And going a bit wafty And noticing yourself Making slips in logic And the norm At first you think "I'm never going to make it" And then you think Hey no This is it This is it Not only does God Pull your leg He moves your arms And wags your tongue And flaps your mind

Life fulfils its purpose Because What you are seeking Disguised itself as you And began to Dance When you try and Grasp it You can grasp everything Except the grasping So it slips away Again When you search For the obvious It becomes Less obvious It's hard to get Good people for Bad jobs Said god So to all my murderers And lazy slobs I offer my heartfelt Thanks These ideas May not be right But neither is Anything else They are to help You and me In our deconstruction Though there is Nothing To deconstruct Given this impossible Task We can sigh And hand it back To consciousness All is one The recluse is one And Sufis dancing In a circle Oneness already is Then things appear They appear In an unknowable way For an unknowable Reason You or I are One of those things Thinking and talking Are the same They are both language Babbling You don't have to think What to think Or say Words come from nowhere Everything is done for you If you listen to what you Have to say You might be surprised If you try and delve into it To figure it out That is more thinking Happening To you From nowhere I haven't separated These concepts Into fact and fiction Because I wouldn't know where To begin

Even if there Isn't a God Said God There may as well be Searching will Get you nowhere But here Everyone is so busy Sleepwalking They have no time at all For waking up I kicked the lawnmower Then immediately Apologised to God But he leapt down And joined me And we were both Kicking the hell Out of the lawnmower This the true spirit Of Advaita If this moment Wasn't always in the way You could Change the world The search for the Observer Can never take place Because the observer Does it When the mind tries To understand itself It can't Because the line's Busy I myself Believe in forgiveness And non judgement Said God But what influence Can I have on Truth? Seeing as you are Not the doer You may think There's no point thinking But thinking is also Done for you The ballet dancer And the clumsy oaf Both dance with Such skill You are completely Fooled Luckily Your opinion And God's Are the same