The hang out...... where we cut to the chase, and we don't!

[Guest guest]

Yeah, this is where we hang out

This is where we find a sense of belonging

In that vast emptiness we call form.

We are the lost children,

lost in an eternity lasting only for a moment.

We've been cheated and lied to

We are led like lambs into a phony belief

That we hold the key to the ultimate truth.

Some of us have done well and gained fame and importance

Imitating the liars and cheats before them.

Some of us even have their own web page

In which they rant nonsensically about nonsense,

About the truth as they imagine it to be.

We write articles and give interviews

Carefully making a point that there are no points to be made, nor

views.

As consciousness goes on making dreamers out of the awakened fools.

 

Why should Grace be exclusive?

Let he/she who has not sinned cast the first stone!

 

Some of us know this is all crap

No coming and no going

Yet who suffers or realizes anything at all?

 

No consciousness and no damn Movement in it

Since there ain't no Rest either.

 

If you think you've got it all worked out

Then 'think' again my dear.

And if you say you are content, then why say it at all?

 

It is mostly about recognition!

We all want it, Nisargadatta wanted it,

So did Ramana and Buddha, so do you my love.

 

Well, how does it feel to be stuck here with the rest of us

Half-wits who can't compete with your regurgitated bullshit?

Suffer my dear since " That " is all we have in common.

The only reality in an unreal existence we call life.

Sure, go ahead and pretend this is not the case.

Sure, go ahead and prove your petty existence.

And sure, kill me if you see me,

But I have a feeling you've already sharpened you knives and daggers

For those who committed the original sin when they said:

" There is more to life than meets the eye " .

 

War, peace, love, hate, everything and nothing, none of it nor the

absence of it all.