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i'm okay you're not up to virtual privacy

storage and backup

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collections paradigm shit
everything is like this Hey you! everything is like this:
flashlight moon
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eagerly shoves outside
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Take you to the edge, to what cannot be seen
What cannot be touched and felt
Requires no knowledge
To the perfected beauty of emptiness

We do not know why we exist
What does not know why it does not exist
Does not know it does not exist

Crushed and banded by no God
No love
No light
Absolute darkness
Unconditioned boundless space
Not what you do
What you are
Not who you are
What you are
Is nothing
Drop your crutches
Walk off the edge
Freefall, never to be caught
Impossible, unthinkable
Out of reach:

Not to be taught
Not to be learnt
Not to be held
Not to be released
To be burned and
Ashen, blown
Crippled, then towed

Attachment, non-attachment
The same
Existence, non-existence
The same
Speak for want of silence
Commit violence in the name of change
When nothing has ever changed
Nothing has ever moved
In this perfected beauty of emptiness

So afraid to be nothing
To see, feel nothing
To need, seed, reap, sow, stop and-or-go nothing
No "what the Master said"
No Guide, no girl guide, no boy scout
No "Be prepared", just perpetually scared
Of no shadow where light cannot go
Just perfected beauty, indivisible

The sheer, exhilarated state of worthlessness
Surrender to what it is not
Take what it cannot give
Wait for what it is not
Can never be
Ego is idiot cargo, "above as below"
Slogans, no guns, nothing
Come to nothing
Give it up, pay the price
Make the sacrifice
Want to find out what you are?
A car that must be totalled on
A wall higher than the sun
At uncertain speed
That pulls the wings off of flies
And puts out all their greedy eyes
Flies that fly near to the sun and get fried
Drive-thru, no-proof, it's the end
Of what you do, are, were, will be
Will never be, never were, never wanted
Any of it so let it go
How can what is free become free?
The world become me?
"I am the world"
But not as charity
Not a cheque, not cash
On the Wall of Death
Getting smashed

Disintegration requires no explanation
There is nothing to sign
There is only MIND
It is blind, pig-ignorant and so, so undermined
By the perfected beauty of emptiness

If you want help
There is no help
If you want Hell
There is a small motel
Where doors open and close
Slaves wash your clothes
And they like you to lie
Lie and lie and lie and lie
It is not free
Cost of world, cost of world
Until you stop lying and lie down
Lay down your reality and demand
The perfected beauty of emptiness

Go to the edge
Stare unblinking into that perfected beauty
O, white silver city of New Jerusalem, who gives a fuck for you?
O, give me Auschwitz and Hiroshima!
Not for the seeker, not for the squeamish
Awarding degrees of pain to drop-outs from the School of Life
Drop-outs gassed by pious German shepherds
Children and dogs stripped by fire from the sky...
My "God", where the living fuck were you?
Spellbound by the perfected beauty of emptiness?

Idle dreamers
Dreamers of idols
Want to worship
Because I am afraid
Of what some dead men said
They're all gone, so soon am I
I sold myself for dead men's lies?
Falsehood, truth and all absolutes
Are extinguished in that still...
Still, still...and look closer still!
Can you take it?
Stare, not break it?
Look hard at what history denies
What we tell our poor selves
See the perfected beauty of our lies?

The perfected beauty of happiness
The perfected beauty of misery
Same thing
Pain, pleasure, pleasure, pain
Same.
Sane, insane: same.
Fear of flying, fear of dying
Psychology is an apology
Psychiatry is sex by other means
New age is the death throes
of the old
Childish, beautiful, perfectly empty delusions
Wake up!
It doesn't matter, drop it like Death.
Hate it...because hate at least has purity,
Lift is lifeless corner and you might
glimpse the perfected beauty of emptiness.



*And finally, a recent poem of mine still rooted in the wake of the
experience:

Ghosts

All my ghosts
Put your arms and whispers around me
Launched out on this endless sea
Every time I see the sky
The hungry bottom pulls me down
So tell me the damnable Truth
I accept, I understand
As this world crawls across the sand
Everlasting and profound
I hear my name and turn around
I see you and go to even pieces
Scatter me, and try not to collect
What looks like one person imperfect
For in God I am no more broken
He can take my thousand cutting shards
And simply wave life over them
Oh, what I know is enough already
I want to know no more
And what I have already is enough
I want no more
Subract, subtract, always my song
In a thousand songs, in a thousand thoughts
I went out for a walk and became
Only one echo in a wood of forgetfulness
And a ripple across a river
That forgives, takes me
Beyond this strange collection
I turned pages and chased the wise
Pretending to their cool resolve
And dared to improvise
But I am too much the simpleton and the clown
To use what I found
In your eyes there is an answer
But the harder I look the less certain I become
What I go into them for...
Except that everything I am is there and somehow stored
I look into your eyes
And for an instant know where I belong...
One day, it may not be this time
What after all is this one day?
Who can put it to bed...what lullabyes silence it?
Oh, faith, I am going to end this blundering progress
And sink to my knees in water
And smiling, slip my head under
And search the bottom of that world of wonder
That peers up at me unmoved and sucking
...ah, just let myself go down and never know
What breathing was.

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