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I’ll Know It When I See It—
Oh, my, could you be more wrong?
You will not
know AI
when you see it—
That is the
whole point of it
And so
typically human
to at once
put this technology
to destructive use
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The Sisyphus Conundrum
And what he does wrong
Sisyphus’s problem
is that he
never makes it
all the way up
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The Writer’s Life
and the Mundane
Live so well that
the mundane
sparkles
Write so well that
the mundane
lives
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The Way Out
Simply Let Go
Softly relinquish
the body-mind-
viewpoint complex
Softly let go
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May You Wake Up
To the one true sun
May the one true sun
rise for you
May you know peace
and strength
and letting go
May the stillness inside you
guide you
May you find your way
back home
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Expansion
As ego
diminishes
I expand
Bars and
boundaries
fading
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The Rememberer
I named by hummingbird Sati
He who hums
a hundred eights
a second
just to remain
in one place
He who remembers
a thousand nows
a second
just to know
this now
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Relief
My Ego has gone
to see the Dodo—
That solved a problem
or two
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Looking for
versus Looking
Looking For means
a made-up mind
an interfering mind
Sunglasses
Just Looking means
an open mind
no resistance
nor interference
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Gross versus Fine
is a lie
The body is
no less
imaginary figment
than is the mind
Gross versus Fine
is artificial
and arbitrary
And a lie
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Collecting Awareness
Samadhi collects
all awareness
from wherever
subliminally
engaged
for wholesome
use in
wide sky seeing
and insight
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The Karmic Self
Every day
I am dealt
very similar
but not the same
cards
Every hour—ditto
Every minute—ditto
Every second—ditto
Each mind moment
I am dealt
very similar
but not the same
cards
Every life
I am dealt
very similar
but not the same
cards
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Nirvana
Nirvana is
that part of you
that does not
vibrate
at 3K Hz
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The Creation of Self
It is
the separate me
that is not eternal
I, on the other hand
am eternal
I am pure awareness
and pure awareness
is selfless
but at some long-ago point
did somehow manage
and that is the mystery
to do some selfing
managed to fragment into
sentient fragments
into sentient selves
And then some more
and some more
times a trillion
times a trillion
times a trillion
ad infinitum
(well, almost)
And then
for good measure
some more
each little self
with its own little view
and its own little pain
and its own little pleasure
and its own little
me, me, me, me, me
to maintain
at all costs
That’s its remit
And its own little hands
and its own little feet
and its own little tentacles
and its own little sorrow
and its own little past
and its own little future
always me, me, me, me
me, me, me, me
to maintain
at all costs
That’s its remit
And the price of
all this selfing?
For all this me-ing?
You must not
remember
You will not
remember
You cannot
remember
You must remain
ignorant
You will remain
ignorant
For remembering
truly remembering
will cause this whole
edifice to crumble
to dissolve
to unite into
a once again
pure, self-less
me-less
very infinitum
awareness
And that would be
the not at all
miserable ending
of us all
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