May 2011

The butterfly Never quite settles And flutters by and Always almost stops But never does You find a dead one Still beautiful This Is a butterfly's Life To want not wanting Is wanting At what point did God Withdraw And leave you to your fate It was now In the beginning In the form of an Unknowable Infinite Momentum Which is so available You can't have it Because you are the Result Every moment The truth is withheld From itself Can anyone say What a fool you are For any reason You are only Doing your best At being yourself And this is Entirely good enough For everything you do Is done exactly As you would do it The world is always About to be better And leaves a Trail of trying Things are so exactly Like they are You wouldn't believe it Not one single thing Is different Than it is Now or ever Everything Returns to nothing Every moment Because An unpresent moment Never exists Nothing is ever Lost

Its absolutely no use Ranting against the truth So when you see "idiots" Doing that Realize you are Ranting against the truth Yet even your ranting Is true Nothing is not the truth So there is nothing To rant against Only Nothing to be The thought I shouldn't have done that Is just as inevitable As what what you did Truth isn't a concept But what is it? Both lines above Are concepts Concepts are useless Is another concept Silence is a concept When said Everything's a concept Except what? It seems you can't say Anything And get away with it Except what you can't say If you want to read A good book on The meaning of life Write your own Because you do Anyway Whether you mix with Other Advaita believers Or not Doesn't matter Advaita still applies The desperate seeker Is neither imperfect Nor in any way Incomplete Oneness is one Before it splits into Believers in oneness Everyone Goes around Thinking they're themselves But really they're Everyone The intellect excels In drawing room Conversation But at the Liver and kidney level It's less Impressive

Every sage speaking Is God speaking Every fool babbling Is God raving on By divine co-incidence Your birthday is God's When you die He expires And neither exist As one You are so gullible You believe your own Story In writing about God It's so easy to make a slip And say something Sensible That stands out like A sore thumb Not knowing Is another golden rule To be gone Beyond The less you recognize The clearer things Become I am the director  I set up the cameras To make a movie of All of life But no one was shooting The camera man Or me So I set up another crew To get some good shots Of us And another team to get Them And so on And on The opposites are The same Lila is a hilarious Farce That only you Can take seriously A worm sees A worm's world With a worm's knowledge And it's the same With you There is the Almighty The infinite universe And the eternal omnipresence And then there is Me Every idea Is yours