Without shit and stuff, self-awareness isn’t. Look, it’s not shit’s fault I've been identifying with it.
And who am I to be holier than shit? It’s all Isvara.
Awareness is self-aware. Self-awareness appears to be a self-reflexive universe. Why?
Maya isn’t saying. But there’s a koan for that. Cue laughtrack.
Enlightenment is happening every nanosecond like brain cells bursting in an open head of space.
There's nothing I can do about it but understand I’m undergoing it and stop my fighting it.
I’ve been identifying with this mind ever since I turned organic to escape the rock molecular dreamstate I found myself within. Now it’s time to finally disidentify.
This may take a kalpa or two.
There's a fine fine line between belief and faith. Leave it to religions to always cross it.
Real inquiry isn't blind, my secret friend. Tattvamasi.
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