2012-11-02

phenomenal sonnet


words words everywhere and not a breath of truth.

to sleep, conceivably to dream—eye, there's the world.

the cat in the hat and the scat on the mat and the rat in the vat and even this chat is all simply that.

to every time there is a space—

the good, the bad, and the tao.

the ten thousand ways of bare trees scratch the surface of the sky.

leaves fall & the tree remains; trees fall & earth remains; earths fall & the universe remains; universes fall & that remains. all is that.

was it meant to be? no. but it is what it is. so is it meant to be? yes.

the four preliminaries: one is always reality; one is always unborn; one is never a person; drop everything.

praise be.

one wakes to the world and cries, is this all there is? no; that is.

phenomena is absolutely phenomenal only because you are absolute.

light is always calling itself back home.

the true mystical experience is one of no experience.

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