07 February 2012

XVIII

To invoke a name of god
In any conflict is unutterable vanity.
There has never really been a spiritual conflict,
Only the countless petty squabbles
Of self-serving dogmas.

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Do not allow suffering deprive you
Of a golden heart, joyful eyes,
A genuine smile, dancing feet,
Real friends, and a child's laughter.

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There appears to be a path, but in reality
There has never been a footprint to make one.

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As large or small as you may take it,
What you must really discern
Is your own eye.

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True science would not disregard common sense.

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Philosophy not culminating in the serenity of timeless harmony
Is merely desolate wordplay pandering to the desire for continuity.

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Whatever path you may be inclined to wander,
Whether good works, devotion, intellect or meditation,
In any combination, weighted in any manner,
All meander the same vast mystery.

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Without the eyes, you would not observe.
The ears gone, you would not hear.
The nose, you would not smell.
The touch, you would not feel.
The tongue, you would not taste.
The mind, you would not examine.
Remove them all, and you would be,
What in reality, you have been all along.