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The wind is on the mountains. They travel together.

By nature immortal, we are all these eternities. The path leads nowhere. There is nothing to be known; these wings of fire.

In the beginning was the word, and then came the liars and the cheats, the pimps and imposters. Welcome to the material world.

And then, in the great silence, we might grow to discover the peace within, for joy is our nature. Hark now, the blackbird sings.

Before the enormity of life, we cringe rather than arise in joy. It is all in the breath, yet ‘tis the in-breath alone which heals. Hark the winds, for we shall not see them. We too grow, but choose not to know it.

From head to heart, there is no return. The sound of one hand clapping is in the silence of the other hand. Bless.

Duality is a gross form of duplicity. 1+1=1. Geroff me back.

Puppets on a string? So who's fooling who? The Sphinx remains unmoved.

The point cannot and will not be proven against the dualistic tangles of what is presented to us as a ‘daily reality’. Yes, a massive joke, but who’s laughing? Clearly, the proof is not in the pudding.

The quest for perfect molecular structure is a fool’s errand. There is no stasis, no specific, no stable essence. Pure white is an anomaly. At any given time there is tectonic shift. Left is no more left than right. There is no direction because there is no fixed point.

Collision or collusion, the rivers run dry. Invention or contention, scriptures there are none. The totality is absolute, and no amount of reason will better explain it. Unity is de facto and will not be conjured with. Alone, this alone. Then wait not on promise.

Not even this that eyes be torn asunder. There is no choice, only the dawn and dusk and we the inbetween. Why describe it otherwise? Do the mountains carry conceit? Does the magpie seek vanities? Do tides have option that better they can delude? Rest now, we are that emptiness.

The heart knows the inevitable as a totality. Liking to think it knows better, the mind makes concerted efforts to hold this truth at bay. Mind you…

The material world is an endless trail of confinements set by anonymous ‘authorities’ of which the ‘self’ is one. It is not ‘their’ power as much as it is ‘our’ collusion which makes this absurdity possible. Self or otherwise, there is no ‘true’ authority; tides turn, rains fall.

Against massive increases in the deployment of electro(psycho)magnetic forces (such as 5G?), instinct is fast becoming extinct. Show me the way to go home…

Through touching the divine (non religious), does genius cry at night?

Listening is the supreme act of love. Allow the avant-garde to be the vanguard. Bless.

Think Shelley, think Rimbaud, Whitman and Lao Tzu. There are no mechanics of mind. We are not machines.

Being entirely subjective, time is utterly immeasurable. The clock might tell a different story, but it’s one which is not ours. Mechanical time defines the nature of oppression. Digital slavery is the outcome – 10:08 GMT. Ouch!

The leaking rain drips into my singing bowl chuckling profound melodies. The cat is asleep on my bed. No disparities here.