i am electric sutra

beware of know-it-alls—

words only point and then are to be dropped—

there is nothing to be known.

make no mistake about it—

there are mistakes in this world—

however, there is no world.

i sing the 'i am' electric—

the subtle infinite perfect

orgasm of nothing but being.

there is no person—

there's only the concept of a person—

holding onto the concept is the doing that can't be done.

holding on to the self concept of a person

involves the so-called doing one calls

fear, desire, division, and suffering.

holding on to the concept of a person

is an impossibility that goes—

one tao or another death.

amazing how mind will contrive

tons and tons of religious, quasi-spiritual, esoteric bullshit

from the simple weightless seed of being.

metaphysical is just a poor

excuse for the physical—

there is no excuse.

never has so one done

so much for so many

with so none.