No body, no mind, no Spirit. No God, no human beings, no reality. Nothing to point to, nothing to find. Nothing to realize. That is what this is. We can call it truth, but that won't get us anywhere. The point is that nothing is real. And we want something to hold onto. Everything we believe in is false, for nothing holds any water. The truths we have are passing and tell nothing of the world. But there is no world to tell of, and nothing to tell about it. The history of self struggles cannot be found. Truth and Heart and Soul and Being, all as empty as a rained out sky. Useless. No poetry can carry water. No religion has any merit, nor does any philosopher or doer of good deeds. Only shovels can carry dirt of the Earth, all concepts carry manure. What a dung heap we inhabit, crawling like flies and worms competing for choice turds. Yet even this groveling cannot be found. Buddha temple sits on the hill with an open hand facing all directions, knowing neither hill nor sky nor landscape, nor itself. There is no temple.
Who is seen?
Who is heard?
Where?
How?
When?
If the Truth does not exist, what remains?
If there is no reality, what is there?
If no God, no church, and no I, then what is this?
Where does it all begin? To where does it depart?
Where do these illusions reside? Upon what ground? If there is no illusion, what remains?
My life and my soul remain unbroken.
All things remain untouched. Never will any of this be found nor spoiled
I remain unbroken.
I remain untold
Every song and every sound carrying silently through the air
What is told when no one speaks?
If we knew what wasn't passing before our eyes
What isn't said or done. Maybe blue mountains would appear.
Blue mountains live and feel and see
They are vast
They sit quietly
They reach high with their pointed peaks and their roots are buried deep within the Earth
This is my life, this is my soul. In these mountains I reside. I sing and dance and live and love
I know peace for I am home and free.
Here I am alive. Here I sing. Here I know who I am.
Whatever truth you may find, this is it.
This is the truth. This is it.
We dwell in peace, we dwell in life.
Infinite peace, infinite power, infinite presence
Selfless, lifeless, soulless
The indwelling power of all that is
The unchanging vital power of the Soul
Power that knows, sees, feels
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