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Behind the I's

she's an unconditioned force her thousand words, her spears and arrows trampling over holy altars she removes the veil of ignorance she is life hidden behind the eyes of a cunning sage

phantasmagoria

without the light projected, the pictures on the film-reel can't be seen. without consciousness, there is no experiencing of the life scenes. but from where... from what... does consciousness, beingness, emanate? life is a light show... but who is doing the watching?

...without end

The monkey is reaching For the moon in the water. Until death overtakes him He'll never give up. If he'd let go the branch and Disappear in the deep pool, The whole world would shine With dazzling pureness. ~ Hakuin * * * * * waves rise and waves fall. bodies come and bodies go. all forms born are destined to die. all things appear to disappear. these are the facts of death...life... construction and dissolution. the cycles go on recklessly and mercilessly. and their constant movement appears to veil, the very thing that neither comes nor goes... the very ocean from which all things come out of and readily recede into. to know the real nature of all that is here, is to realize that nothing of value is ever lost. to think that what you love and what you are... is what comes and goes, what is born to die... is to have misunderstood this whole thing... for in thinking in such a manner, you have not yet come to know the primal nature of your very

unexpressed

the uselessness of words... of... writing... talking... is that they imply that there are two to interact, to relate... when all there ever is... is nothing... no one.... zero.