What do I mean by freedom?

What do I mean by freedom?

What do I mean by freedom? Nothing Really, that is to say that there is no interpretation; I don’t mean anything
So in saying Nothing Really, I say to be free from and not necessarily relative to; it stands alone and so do you
I am this tree, this stone, sometimes broken apart, misplaced, shattered and scattered amidst
Yet, what happens to me is inconsequential unless I have “the mental” amiss
Placing judgment on that and this...If I flower and give off scent am I beautiful because of it?
Or is my freedom the ability to escape my fate with my destiny and the fact that I pursue this?
Or my allowance and ability to step out of variance, you see, I didn’t write this question to answer it?
I asked it. When I am in municipal parking and there is a meter down, is then, my freedom found?
I have been called an escape artist, then, is it in the picture that I paint of myself in reality?
There is a file that is called “The Construct/Matrix” it comes up as I step into it and I am given choices
And beyond the temporal games show voices I take the most effective one....then I am done; is this freedom?
Hmmm, and then the sneers and gnashing of teeth as I so easily release any and all of it
And walk past the cages of mankind as if blind to the self-imposed martyrdom, suffering and anguish
With an almost arrogant tsk tsk tsk and them saying “We will pull you into this, be sure of it!”
I am not better than, but, in a way, lesser than, I simply don’t show up on the scan as a normal man...I can’t
I don’t remember; I have been so psycho~spiritually dismembered, that Nothing Sticks....and that’s it
That’s all that makes sense....Nothing; all else to me is non-sense; does that make me free or crazy?
Don’t answer that! I’m asking the questions here! Let’s keep it rhetorical...if you will
Pay attention, I’ve failed to mention that they can say anything and I simply don’t believe it; I’m not an atheist
I just know what I see and I see Nothing.....so there is Nothing to react to....so I don’t
What of Death? I either will or won’t hold awareness....what’s the difference
If something remains so to will I be and if Nothing remains there will I be....captive or free?
Navigational skills give you the ability to acquiesce variability with the depth of sensitivity
So who chooses, the tides, or me, when I am riding the waves of virtuosity?
Pssst! If you let me I will yank you out of your shell/cell not because of me, but, because you let me
You let someone else put you in there or you did it yourself why not enlist me to knock you off the shelf
Or do it yourself. Destiny called to me from inside out and I said “Yes, without a doubt! I’m in!!!”
What are you doing? Don’t say reading this, that’s obvious, I mean about all of this? Funny even if you reread it
You will be back at the same point at another time with the same question primed unless you break the design
And this time, don’t turn back, read that again, I have always been right here as I am on the other side waiting
Where are you? Think about it, then don’t think about it and choose. What’s to loose? Save the illusions of self
Ya know, they really didn’t figure this one, nobody was supposed to get out, Huh, all I had to do is become Nobody, the puzzle is always solvable; there is always an inherent glitch; like Awareness was to Nothingness
Wait, did you catch that? In the Nothingness Awareness was the glitch that started all of this....go on say it!
I agree, Brilliant, yet, I can’t take credit for it; I just listened to it. It is all still Nothingness expressing Awareness....something moved and we’ve been dancing this groove since, making up all kinds of mess
Now, go on say it, what if I am making this all up. What’s the difference, it works? None of it matters
It’s all just splatters on a canvas, random fractals that on some level make sense from both Micro/Macrocosm
Perspectives....even if it spills it becomes functional all else falls away; scrape off the excess what is left is Effect...no cause, just inherency in everything and Nothing...you see. It has always been Awareness, yet,
It is not greater that Nothingness it just navigates the abstract emptiness then flowers into the manifest
As we do, as it all does, so is freedom knowledge and wisdom applied? Answer this, then find out who lied!!!!
I will waiting on the other side beyond all of this for I tip toed through the two lips and forked tongue of the one

Thank You!

Thank You!

I am the boy who has grown, who saw the Emperor with no clothes
No one instructed me to see what was not there to see, so I saw Nothing
So I must thank you for the wonders that your imaginations have brought to me
For me, I stay in Darkness, I see none of it, save your eyes; I am blind to it
So I must thank you for the wonders and dramas of reality for I have long since gotten rid of my T.V.
For here, there is so much to see; it’s like Ten Thousand things. How then would I have known of pain?
Or the joy that it brings...oops, did I say the wrong thing? Why else would you stay in it; swimming?
I don’t really get it, I have never really gotten it, nor do I want it, yet, again, I thank you for this too
For I can live vicariously through you...know that I do not mock you for I am truly grateful, for every pull
And attempt to get me into this net, for in this I see its worth...now, if I get trapped what a catch!!!!
With my charisma I could capture almost everyone as opposed to now they find that there is Nothing on my line
I could have a huge following if I believed and cleaved to the word, alas, what I have is hard to swallow
For there is Nothing to follow. I would be a beast as a religious priest; fresh pressed suits, pants with a crease
Yet, what I have, is at least...the unrest of the notion, for most, brings unrest and not peace
All must turn from me for I am the Harbinger of Death; for I say, “Forget all the rest”
How could I ask you to stand or be sound when I offer you silence and no solid or common ground?
Is it not my responsibility to send you back on track? Just pretend this was a dream; notions of The Abstract
They will say one day that there was this guy who spoke about Nothing “He had Nothing to say”
And I will simply fade away and you will forget what I had to say, none of it makes sense anyway
I had strength enough once to hold up a mast and set sail against a sea of troubles as old Will says
But no longer, as my days grow the same; I am simply too old, I may die and this art may be famed/framed
Yes, that’s the game! Wait till they are dead or become a Martyr, then success is much harder for the bearer
Obviously then, worse for wear, decaying out there, but pity me not, for I do not, for my age has served me well
I have seen the days/daze of man drift by like disoriented flies; no real truth-all lies that end in compromise
And I stand and sit diligently waiting for the opening to arise...and this is it! I said it and you saw it! That’s right
You! I have affected you, I can see the truth writing through you; can’t suppress it this time, can you?
You know what you have to do; from here I can’t tell you, that epiphany means that you are free
Suppress it or let it be. And to all others that choose to keep the world the same old way, I thank you today!
For if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t remember the other ways; I wouldn’t see the cliff to jump off into the pit
Of bottomlessness. If you didn’t hold so fast to gravity I wouldn’t have my levity in mirth or flight
I wouldn’t choose to see at night. You showed me what was wrong for me so that I could see what is right
Yes, I would have known or done this all anyway but it is more fun with you saying “It Can’t Be Done”
So we have both won and I again thank you for holding this firmament in place so that I could have a jump gate
And fly and not rely on anything....in showing me everything I have remembered the beginning....Nothing
So I truly thank you...but do not think it was because of you; I have had the beckoning still, all the while
Do not think that everything or something is the opposite of Nothing for it has no opposer or opposites
It is what it is....not, yet, it is most of what is; for it occupies all of the spaces and in between places
So in this, I thank you, for not being there, in all the places that you are not, so that I may enjoy
All of what I have not...and if there comes a time when you all realize that there is Nothing before your eyes
I am sure there will be at least one boy or girl that hasn’t been warned about the fact that there is Nothing
And will see the Emperor wearing something, so to you making the illusion real, I say, Thank You!

Welcome to The Philosophy of Nothing

Hanakia Ek~Way Zedek

That I may be clear in all things and Nothing
And it is from here that I express
As if it were the very thing speaking through me
And I through it, to wit, I am empty and still
And filled with it, be I bold enough to say; fulfilled
I have heard and seen and lead the steps on the quest for self
And I myself have found Nothing else
And I see and feel this so clear
And it is so dear to me
Yet there is Nothing there to see
And this is soothing
With Nothing to hold onto
I am left open and vulnerable
As I allow myself to be washed out to sea/see
I am returned shattered, broken, and free
Those were remnants of old tattered worn out pieces of me
All is beckoned back like realigned echos that have fallen off track
We have forgotten that Nothing Exists and that we have been projecting and expressing
Out of it; due to the awakening of Awareness
The Ten Thousand things and all that they bring
Are made up of and come out of Nothing......HZ