Friday, November 30, 2012

Chuck Surface - Alone Out Here

I thought I was alone out here,
Out in the Wild.

How sweet to find you in this Vastness.
Are you mad, as well?

If not, you will be.
Free at last from “sanity”.

So few leave the village of the Great Teachings,
And wander Here, Alone.

The few I've met have been driven by Life,
To push open the village gates, and abandon all knowledge.

What drove you to such desperation,
Taking those fearful steps into the Inconceivable?

There are no concepts here for one seeking knowledge.
Your teacher, The Unknowable, will remove all certitude.

And don't worry about arrogance,
That's not possible here, in the face of… This.

You will never understand this Vastness,
Write a book, and offer guided tours.

Such a din in the spiritual marketplace.
While here, butterfly wings are raucous within the Silence.

I walked the Path of the Idiot to get here,
Burning scriptures for warmth, along the way.

Now I have become…

The Timeless Eternality,
The Spaceless Infinitude,
The Objectless Wholeness,
The Fullness and Completion,
Existence, Consciousness, Bliss.

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