A poem:
Don't Ask Her (if you know what's good for you)
There is no I
Go back to the source
All is illusion
Oh dear, don't be so coarse!
Clueless are you
It's not in your range
For the real is unreal
The mind does not change.
The mind does not learn.
It only remembers
That which it yearns.
There is no I
The I is not here
The I is not there
Fuck me dead, the I is not anywhere!
(Under the sofa cushions?)
The I? Hell, I don't care.
The I is a dare
A flare
A hare
Now I shall become thin air
As my patience does wear.
God Is / Not An Impossibilty.
Re: God Is / Not An Impossibilty.
Always Ask yourself.
You need an I to know there is no I
You are source.
Says I
Of course says source.
Only I is the clue.
You are the range.
The real can never not be unreal. The unreal is real.
The mind is always changing it's mind.
The mind seeks knowledge on demand .
Knowledge on demand commanded.
It learns.
You need an I to know there is no I
The I must be here to know it is not here.
The I is here. The I cannot be there if it is here. The I cannot get there from here.
I am everywhere.
Only when I look.
I do/nt care.
The I is not a dare.
Not a flare.
Not a hare.
I become nothing. I just AM
I is not a my.
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