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Bodhisattva

There is no trying: Either you are a Buddha or you are not One. Once past duality there is no more “in training”; linear time ends, and everything is connected as Everything. There is nothing else. Just you and the … Continue reading

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The Fall of Because: epilog

Of what’s been done, and heard, and seen, one might well ask, “What does it mean, that this and thus, in such a way should through their actions in this play express a meaning, none too clear, expose a hidden … Continue reading

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Fit to Print: englyn unodle crwca

What’s fit to print is not news. Our bitter, contrary views are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel; like fools, we think we choose to fight false with what is true, wielding light that will burn through … Continue reading

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What Happens Next

What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from … Continue reading

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The World is Full of Magic: carole

Though some now say it comes to nil The world is full of magic still The end is nigh, soothsayers scry, and from their parapets do cry “Beware the evil that draws nigh!” – though some now say it comes … Continue reading

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Palimpsest

Could be, perhaps, that nothing bad has come to me in life; or that which seems to others sad and cause for care and strife to me has been mere shadow’s play. My days’ and night’s events could look to … Continue reading

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The ears have it: a curtal sonnet

From eyesight, there are half a dozen words that represent a myriad of lies. The surface, then, is never proof enough; relying on appearance is absurd. It puts us in a world of slick disguise, transmitting second-hand its show and … Continue reading

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