Welcome to the Illusion

One second ago,
The entire universe was completely different.
In One second,
The entire universe will be completely different.

This is the continuous, paradoxical motif.
No two seconds have ever been the same,
Yet this eternal moment has never differed.

All which is projected onto this never-ending, never-beginning void
Is thought and sensation:
The ancient hills,
The wise oak,
The calm breeze,
The honeycomb.

Truth is the essential, beyond the thoughts and senses.

Words are frail.
One cannot SAY what Truth is,
All that can be said is what Truth is not.

All words, even these ones, are false, fantasies, and fairytales.
Feeble attempts to describe the flow of phenomena.

This present universal pattern is exactly as it was always meant to be.

Past and future are illusions.
Point to the past.
Whichever direction one points, one does so right here and now.
Look directly at the future.
Wherever one gazes, it is at what presently arises.

This moment is the Only.

This is the only moment there is,
The only moment there has ever been,
The only moment there will ever be.
To even say “has ever been” or “will ever be” is not right,
For this assumes there has been or will be anything other than Right Now.

Why seek Truth?
There is nothing to seek.
Truth is all there actually IS,
Manifesting with complete and utter ease.
Whatever it is which seems to be seeking is exactly what obstructs the view.

But enough Truth talk.
There are Dreams to Dream!
Hopes to Hope!
Doings to Do!

Are you aware that you are dying, and that any breath may be your last?
Every human is on a deathbed.

Only is this ever grasped conceptually.
Only are the dictionary definitions of this sentiment comprehended.

To deeply, viscerally understand this sends a shockwave through the body.
Giving one the potential to transform life
From a series of tasks and chores
Into a Dreamlike Symphony.

A cosmic composition,
Each second contains the whole of one’s life.
Revealing a profound opportunity
To reach the beatitude of the stars and supernovas.

But who would want that?
When time can be spent instead on material possessions and social acceptance!

Existence has no meaning or purpose.

Engulfed in the whirlwind of the mind,
Ideas like why and how are bound to arise.
Such ideation gives rise only to more ideation.
Yet Truth is not found in the continuous expansion of thoughts.

Truth is not found in the monasteries nor meditation retreats,
Not in manifestos nor (insert another word that begins with “m” to keep the alliteration flowing).
Not in a Tibetan cave, nor in a guru, nor in a weekly therapy session.

But in the very center…

Nothing in this world exceeds direct perception of the everlasting.
The human is merely a prism through which the divine may shine.
The light is seen only by those who can release all of their accumulated knowledge,
And look beyond the facade of the self.

But this is all just gossip.
Intensely irreverent language arts.
Symbols on a blank canvas.