Thoughtberg

What I say to you
  is, in the end
only the tip
  of the thoughtberg

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Relation/Ownership

The body is not me
The body is not mine

I am but the renter
  leaseholder
  caretaker
whatever the word

I live it in trust

It belongs to Ishvara

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Slave Auctions
  aka Transfer Windows

It’s true—
  in professional sports
  they buy and they sell
Human Beings

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On Sex (Revised)
  It is not Heaven

Sex is its own
  brilliantly
  conceived
  designed
  implemented
Sweet Hell

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On Sex
  It is not Heaven

Sex is its own
  brilliantly
  conceived
  designed
and executed Hell

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Being

I am — not body
I am — not mind
I am — not viewpoint
I am — all

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Happiness

Happiness
  is intrinsic
Unhappiness
  a self-donned
  overcoat

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Inclusive

Awakening is
  not exclusive
it is utterly
  inclusive

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Paradox

The greatest paradox:
  You are not your body
  You are all bodies

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Perfect Teeth

Really scary:
  An octogenarian
with Hollywood teeth

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Samsara

At some point
  I bought into this
Now I’m busy
  buying my way out

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Inventions

I still maintain:
Mankind’s greatest
  invention ever:
Toilet paper

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Mayflies

Thoughts are
  like mayflies
but also like
  the mayfly lure
best to not bite

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Mayflies

Why do thoughts
  even bother?
They are like mayflies
  gone so soon
  so soon

They appear
  out of nowhere
  hum a wee while
return into nowhere

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Here and Now

Here and now there is no darkness
Here and now there is but will
Here and now there is no earth
no star, no sky, and all is still

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These Many Words

I read and learn
  and reconcile
these many words

I meld and blend
 and shape
  their meanings

into edifice
into landscape
into maps and
  stairways

that never hold
  my weight
or reach
  my dream

while silence does

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In Samadhi

In Samadhi
  there is nothing
  to reconcile
It’s a mind time-out

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Enough

I have read enough
I have reconciled enough
It is time to just sit
It is time to just breathe
It is time to just be

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Sentient Space

I stir neither water
  nor leaf
I am sentient space
  untroubled sky

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Falling Through to Am

“I am” is the final
  illusion we
fall through
  into Brahman:
“Am”

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Stillnesses

The stillness
  inside me
and the stillness
  inside you—
The same stillness

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Feeling Ill Done By?

Remember:
  Seven thousand
  African children
starve to death
  —daily

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Memories

Memories are not
  stored as senses
The mind interprets
  them as such

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Brahman’s Voice

Sri Nisargadatta
  so beautifully
gave Brahman
  a clear voice

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Falling Through

Ultimately, we all
  fall through
  “I am” into “Am”
into Brahman

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Mindless

The only way
  to sever this mind
is to yield this view
  good and true

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Mea Very Culpa

A Nisargadatta
  wake-up call:
“Ony the ignorant
  love words.”

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A Useful Word

A problem with
  the mind
  is not mental
It is a mindal
  problem

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A Quandary

As for this
  physical body—
What deal have
  I struck here
and with whom?

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Primary Illusion

The primary illusion
  is also the final
gate to dissolve:
  “I am”

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Brahman’s Voice

In Sri Nisargadatta
  Brahman
so beautifully
  found a voice

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True Words

Those who chase
  pleasures
are insufficiently
  disillusioned
  with them

—Tsongkhapa

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An Absurdity

You know
  a country
is not hurting
  when it has to
advertise food

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Struggle

It is our struggle
  to get out
that energizes
  the prison bars

But when in truth
  there is neither
  in nor out
What’s the point
  of struggle?

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Note to Self

Utmost crucial note
  to Ultimate Self:
Atman is unstainable

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A Good Question

At times I ask myself:
  why on Earth
  this planet?
Then I say: Why not?

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Krishna Said

Thus Krishna
  once told us:
The three gates
  to hell are
lust, anger
  and greed

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What is True

Ancient may not be true
Sacred may not be true
Only Truth is true

Age does not verify
Faith does not guarantee
Only Truth is true

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Porn vs. Erotica

Pornographic
  and erotic
  are two very, very
different things

Porno is sex
  mechanics up close
while Eros sings
  of deep, dark love

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Dimension

Stillness has
  no dimension
Neither does
  Awareness
One and the same

Absolute stillness
  is particle free
and absolutely
  aware

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Reading Shankara

Oh, that I had read him
  with my life before
rather than behind me

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My Beautiful Pacific
  Morning Greeting

My ocean always
  waves at me
and I just as always
  wave right back

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Polyglot

The other day
  I realized
that Vishnu is
  fluent in Buddhist

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Human Condition

Language is the
  Human Condition:
The Detailed
  History of Man

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Awakening

It is not Atman
  being Brahman
It is Brahman
  shedding Atman

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Our Senses

Without our senses
  we have no idea
how anything
  if there is anything
truly appears

Our senses are
  the black box
of utter mystery
  if not misery
The sleight of hand
  to end all
sleights of hand

Gotama
  called them Mara
Shankara
 called them Maya
This Wolf
  calls them Prison

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My Body

It’s a very realistic
  chess piece
It even hurts to
  lose one

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Doorways and Lies

The doorway into
  this universe
for us is called
  the five senses

Know that
  every word
these senses utter
  is nothing
but a lie

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American Americans
  Their True Colors

Them whites—
  Europe fleeing
  Americans

Then blacks—
  Against their will
  Americans

Them browns—
  Saving our skin
  Americans

Them golds—
  Enterprising
  Americans

Them bronze—
  American
  Americans

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Our Senses

Our senses are
  the magical boat
that keeps our
  universe afloat

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