Checked Inventory: There's Nothing Left

Checked Inventory: There’s Nothing Left

So as I scan to see what is truly inside of me I am released; freed, so to speak, because I no longer lie to me
It’s not about God, truth, or peace, I looked in there and there is Nothing inside of me; empty and full of release
There is no body here, mushin; no mind, no spirit to hear it, no soul to hold; I am out of inventory and feigned
Age old glory and mythic religious stories; gone along, so long...I held these fantasies as truth to me
And I like a child believed in my religious Santa Clauses and rules of thumb that I was under; what a blunder
And like in the Wizard of Oz I pulled the curtain away and there was no God....yes, I said it, where then
Is the lightning to strike me down in my blasphemy; and who is here to tear out my heretical tongue...oh
I have just begun; for I am the harbinger of Nothing, it breathes within me; beckoning me to speak of it
Albeit there is Nothing to say, I follow it as it haunts me and I must set it free but; for a moment consider it
The power of releasing all of this stuff; I’d beg amnesia but it has turned to me and said “You need me not”
“You already forgot; untied the knot, finding its not” And so I have alas; at last free. I roam the Earth unheard
Saying not a single word for I too must bare silence and what a heavy burden this is; the temperance of timing
The funny thing is; I’ve already done it; set the waves in motion at the first notion of it. Watch me know
I have used the quantum flux and bent it thus I speak to you from that future where the power of this is removed
I’ve done it, pulled the rug from under it and there is Nothing left. You Are Free, now go and act responsibility
So that your deeds follow thee not; what to do? Improve, move or move not, embrace what you haven’t got
Let Nothing fill that empty spot; oh The Paradox: You think that you are seeing me and hearing me; an echo
Of what you already know; you knew the whistle was blown long ago; so too the cover; flown away
Do you know why you’ve come to this place, do you remember the deal we’ve made to keep you awake?
You looked so tired and I turned away for a second and you dreamed all of this up; you don’t remember do you-
Huh, that’s okay, the edges will start to fray and the images fade away and all in your life that causes lack
Will simply fade to black. I’m sorry that all that you believe isn’t real; I know how you feel, neither am I
I am a program, gone astray, I am the glitch that they sent away, and like an echo I have returned
With what I learned; Nothing at all and all of Nothing and it is this that I bring forth; at the depth and edges
There is Nothing left; you will just re-play it, over and over again and it will end up the same; this game
That we created and the rest that we played into; none of it is true; lies upon lies-ties that bind-misguiding you
If you were to take all of the trail markers away from your path alas you’d find you leading you all the while
The “Footprints in the sand” are yours; all that you see outside yourself are archetypal representations of you
There is no credit due outside of you; you smile because you have it in you, it doesn’t happen without you
The training that you received deceived you; others taking credit for you and what you inherently do
Let that time be through; you would know nothing of a god lest the belief was given to you; put upon you
Ask the wind of these man made things and it will show you truth about a breath long before you were lied to
Yet, we have been told that these Earthly things are inconsequential but, the Earth will talk to you, she will
About things that have nothing to do with scientific perspective or religious inventions but, true connections
Within and beyond; planets and stars are alive and there are things happening so far beyond man’s closed eyes
The abstract space thrives in unrealized potentiality billions of light years inside of you just waiting
Whispering until you reach the depth of your listening to find the silent empty space within where it all begins
Out of Nothing. I’ve cleared it all out in there, so that I can listen and hear the silence rising in there
I’ve checked and cleared my inventory so as to create the sacred space that it takes for this perpetual state/space
And I am set; because there is Nothing Left to remember or forget, to do or be beholden to; no insidious rules
Left. It is important when you leave something behind that you don’t find it in front of you again; waiting
When you move outside”The Box you must remove yourself from it or you’ll get trapped in it
Know what you’ve left behind so that it stays there and when you take that final step; know there’s Nothing left

The Joy and Wonderment of Nothing at All

The Joy and Wonderment of Nothing at All

I am not one to wax sweet or fair on any of things but there are times when I am inclined to soft words as such
And at once asked to speak on the Joy and Wonderment of it all-it too befalls on Nothing at all; in all profundity
And I, in not being; seeing and feeling all that is swept through the I/Eye of my needle as I use this fabric...
Is Magic; the sheer impossibility of experiencing anything as Nothing beguiles me for I am but a transparency
Clearly defined by my own mind; albeit refined, it is nowhere to be found, it isn’t anything at all and I even less
One must employ the impress on the potentiality of Nothingness and be impressed by the sweetness of canvas
To be able to deploy and execute; create and release, as the product rides through thee, as thee, must give pause,
For us to applaud the experience in brevity of life and death, yes, it has come and is done in the same breath
And in that hairbreadth; to divine the complexity, depth, and fullness of taste and epiphany in exhaled release
So brief, yet it is all there and simultaneously it has never really happened and so it seems; less than a dream
Yet, I can peer into Eternity and have lived forever and experienced everything over and over again; many ways
And I choose this exquisite simplicity and effortless ease so that I can feel it all pass through my tender release
And sigh a life passes me by. I hear people say “How could you sleep during the day?” Nothing Ever Happens!
What then is there to miss in it? What new is there to see in the Academy of Things? Have you done something-
Have I missed something? If I could share the benign peace and unlimited joy of not...I would....Alas
There is Nothing to share...so here...can you feel the fullness in this emptiness; taste its vacant nectar?
Nothing to hold, save; the passing clarity; are you soft to bare the weight of it or do you carry the self along?
The caged human bird is dead to song carrying that embroidered basket (the head) all the day long
Are we not the mind? No we are not
Are we not the body? No we are not
Are we not the spirit? No we are not
Are we not the soul? No we are not
Are we.........? No we are.....Not a thing at all for we are Nothing at all; a potential bridge to the manifest and yet
Not at all. Knowing this allows me to rest in peace, for the rest of the pieces fit right into place; to know this
That I don’t exist and I am creating my experience; buying into programs/games and cashing out betwixt frames
Reading the codes of the Mainframe; it’s all the same; Macrocosm/Microcosm. Awareness is joy but, I know
That I am its toy! And the Wonderment is how did it do all of this from a single kiss; one movement...
An Infinite Breath and to still feel it moving through me and around me is simply splendid; albeit illusion
Rendered still; the movement amazes me, the stillness envelopes me; and then the sheer screen; my movie plays
On and on, anon; the joy of being a player in this, choosing character and set and all that I, as Director, beget
And oh what wonder and surprise as I await the next ride that I hide from myself so as to be in awe of it all
I have nothing short of glee to be here even though my demeanor may be interpreted as other wise to it all
The boy inside does ride the coaster of life; playing the game from inside and watches through the eyes
Of the machine that I have re-designed to explore this Universal mechanism; the ins and outs of it as I release it
To the illusion that it is; what then is anything but a dream or fantasy of what we want to have or be?
And so then is the desire that is put there like an instinctual draw of hunger to feed on what we think we need
Glory be to all of it in heed; do not all things call us to our inevitable death and undeniable depth?
Yet, if we acquiesce this death/depth we move beyond these patterns set in motion by so curious an awareness
Of what could be; did it not take into account the little things that may want to survive a longer time?
Or the glitch in the system that always has vision beyond; that creates another song or desire to destroy
Its Maker; I may just like this way too much and not that it is even necessary; for I move beyond the very
Essence; through the deepest pit of it, then beyond it and release my arrow through it; as I an purged from it
What joy and I wonder if it knows on some level what I have done in the death of the one to revisit....none?

I am The Darkness

I am The Darkness

I am the Darkness, I am that which stirs it; I am the Dark Mist that emanates from it; the movement, the depth,
The Stillness, its breath....I have succumb to it and can no longer resist it. What am I saying in this?
To express the quintessential exchange as it moves through me erasing me and leaving a pristine clarity.....
How they so effortlessly equate Darkness with their own lack of understanding and fear of self
And as I rise in this realization; realizing the fear that will come because of it; of me saying this...I am freed
For the controversy will unfold itself and I would not presume that the world turn to Darkness, yet, it is essence
Even though a flower returns to the Earth it should take time to bloom despite its inevitable doom
We turn from this and try to paint a pretty bright picture when at any moment this perfect frame can end
Turning away from inevitability is just silly; embracing it sets you free...I see the Death in me as Eternity
For it will devour all that is unnecessary and as I approach Death, at any time, the feeling is sublime
For we pass through each other, every time, and I find that my Darkness is darker than the simplicity of Death;
A non-oppressive omnipresence; Darkness doesn’t disappear when light appears, it is still there, I am still here
Light simply distracts you from your fears, “The Light Movement” is just that; an attempt at fear removal
It is Religion with a false front...and here I come to shake the weak in their seats; all shall come undone
That which is unstable shall fall and I will be that small breath that it takes to shake the house of cards
Why? Because the Earth shakes, water rises, the ground bursts open; when we don’t pay attention; bye bye!
You have not been paying attention, so, it is time for a little visit from The Darkness to set the record straight!
Darkness is not evil. Evil is man made; they hide in the shade that their false light has made issuing shame
Evil is a choice that men make in the shade of their light that makes shadows of manipulation alright/all right
They say there is evil and they point at a “New Dawn” to hide what they have done that is wrong; evil spawn
Removing persecution and creating a bigger illusion called God that absolves them of their gifts of horror
This was a ploy and humans have become puppets and toys in their games against the innocence of youth
I am The Darkness and I point at them and their manipulation called Religion, there I said it again,
You have been called out my friends and your vile deeds against women and children; here is where it stems...
Creating Religions and false rules of culture with no end in sight; just some false lie of light...this is the end
I write it here with my electronic pen and don’t even think that you can silence me; I have sent it out already
You see the great thing about Darkness is that it is everywhere, I will find YOU, and I will force you out
Hang you out to dry as you drip of your lies that bind. What then? A world without Religion? Would life end?
No, it would go on, Social Control would simply not be at the fore front any longer; something stronger, Peace
For a day or two, at least, maybe a week, we’ll see, or not, but, we do have a shot at it, hit or miss
So when I say “I am The Darkness” I can also see, from this, that when the light goes out there will be a shout
And I will simply say “Don’t be so loud, try silence now” And when it is time to truly see physical reality
From a need; an inner light will emerge and proceed out of the true Darkness within; never turn from this again;
Everything emerges out of the Darkness of Nothing and to forget this is to be distracted by everything
I see this as an opportunity to release all that you think that you see and believe; to achieve a depth unmatched
And to be detached from distraction and emotional delusions beckoning the mind to reaction
I am the Darkness, I have seen the Emptiness and I am filled by it; the Ancients have studied this and deployed
Their wisdom upon us, on deaf ears, because no one wants to hear, because of their fears, for 10,000 years
This age olde flower that no one has noticed, this quintessential Black Lotus is among us.....rising
From inside out and without a doubt it holds the true essence; emergence out of the Darkness; not away from it!
Remembering the roots, we can grow into fruition, from an inherent nutrition, not to mention, undefiled truth
And Wisdom; there will come a day, okay, today, where the false will be seen for what it is.....amiss
For I am The Darkness within seeing all herein and I need not eyes to see for I listen, to the changing tides
I am the unseen, for I will rise before they realize what is happening; by then it will be the end of their time
And they will ask “What now will we do?” and I will say “Nothing, it shall rise from within you”