Denying the known and defying the unknown

That you are alone is a certain kind of madness that is easily remedied by seeing you are not. These words are time locks, anchoring us in abstractions where you and I can neither live nor love. We have become as Krishnamurti said ‘second-hand people’ feeding on the rotting carcases of inherited concepts.

accorder

We agreed that your people should talk with my people- we met and agreed that we do not exist!

enough is sometimes enough

Some times it feels like I have to invoke a lot of no(s) to my no(s) before I can say hello.

peeling the paint and there you ain't

If my inquiry races outside of my assumed self, all that I see is really not being seen! I can only connive and conceive but alas never perceive! This is the crux of the situation, I believe absolutely that I am of the Absolute, but the Absolute is I AM- not me. This believing is mucking up the possibility of receiving! These outward inquiries are the foul winds of an inquisition officer drunk on the deeds of relishing out justice. Somebody has to pay for these sins! Somebody must pay for these terrible crimes! Oh, heart wherefore art thee?

me and me more or less

It is hard to give it up when it seems so right! My private euphoric property, I have been holding the deed for a very long time. Under ‘overwhelming’ stress, there was always my little piece of heaven- which made my 'me' manageable and bearable. Reading the deed I see the seeds of my illusion, which has sustained me on this tour.

There was the belief presence was paradise, and when (I)paradise did not pan out, I bailed from the engagement. I then became a world maker, where land and laws were superimposed upon the real, I became what I am. The world I manufactured was compact and it was mine, but was lacking in luminosity! I went to the remotest part of my world and drilled a small hole to let some of the luminosity leaks in. It is this little hole that makes me survive in spite of the great divorce from that what is.

 Now the world that defined me is being seen more as a prison rather than a home, and my attempts to quell the rebellion is a lost cause. The world I manufactured is being seen in the lack of light that was and is! I the many are wavering as this world is pulsing and the fabrics of matter are tearing at the seams.


Please have mercy, look at all these conflicting I(s) claiming to be C.E.O. me!

FOR YOUR EDDIES

A front follows a front follows a front, as the vain beats the vain beats the vain!
Habiting on the frontier of a front- is an affront to the Beloved, if the Beloved could be affronted.
Here with Her – Quantum!
Maybe the memes demand one,
but not your one!




The more you let go of more the more of Space you can hold.
Holding space, you travel far, 'cause you are holding nothing and nothing is holding.



Psyche the virus of loneliness, and Cosmos is the Alone.
The Cosmos the endless sea of signs, when we fabricate our significance we are thrust out of SPACE and try to cope with the loss through Psyche-ologism.