After Thought......

After Thought....

Huh, now they have me thinking about the timing and everything; filling my head with all sorts of things
She said “What if you’re the event?” and immediately my mind was bent; factoring in all that has happened
And if I were to meet this horizon; Nothing would pass through it and that’s all that would; I am a Black Hole
It is my inclination to tear it all apart because it was never whole from the start, but, it does make one wonder
I’ve never bought into prophesy yet this Mayan name was given to me one day Ek~Way: Black Transformer
I can see the door; do I dare set the gears in motion? I’ve been giving out the keys for free all along; the notion
Huh, 2012 always did ring a bell, but, for whom does it toll, without a doubt, heads will definitely roll
Yet, I never buy into any of it, but, what if I did what they said and flipped it, well, if you are reading this...
There it is, by the time you finish this you will know but, you won’t stop reading will you, even if I asked you?
Then must I do what I am set to do? I can’t help myself; I’m set in motion by Inclination and Destiny
And what that clever woman said to me. It is funny; the mother ship landing, the second coming
They are always running and picking a colossal time and Nothing ever happens. Yet this time,
When Nothing happens it will release the trappings of Mankind’s “Story Time” and all the lies told
To manipulate an entire civilization, every nation, and even erasing some, in a course to become “One”
And still this is done in the attempts to create one overall belief like “Democracy” when it is all hypocrisy
Granted we are all connected yet, the individual selects the path as do all 10,000 things in this giant machine
Sitting in Nothing. The answer is not pulling it all together and forcing yet another issue; you do you....
Letting people bask in the reality of their own individuality and letting nature take its course and not discourse
Unless, of course, if your course, like mine, is against the grade; the path that these projected stories have made
I want in on the changing; taking the power away from these childish things and their rulings over us
And on the other hand my ego wants to ride right up against it and take out the very thing that created it
Hmmm, 2012, that is about the time that I will rise and people will realize the lies they’ve been told
Sold as truth, thousands of years old, yet, they still have their hold...on....but not for long; furlong to an end
I am not here to prove that religion isn’t real, trust what you feel, that still doesn’t make it real or true
Truth is a collective or personal agreement, it doesn’t exist; that’s the twist, we’ve been taught to believe it
So, I will say these things that shake the foundation, whole, and become the very hole that they fall through
I will point and disjoint the falsified connections thus releasing all of us...and those that want to stay;
May have their way but, we will no longer be governed by it; the rest will learn to be what they want to be
And do what they want to do to improve and use their innate skills or do nothing if they will
Philosophy at times is assembled to disassemble a construct; to point a finger at a crack that serves as lack
Here, it is not an idea or path to follow or even a way of life; it is a release valve, yet, you are the power
For once released you find that there was Nothing there all the time; tell me, what was your attention worth?
From the moment of birth you were told to look here and there with instructions to follow everywhere
And where have they leaded you? “Nowhere”, now that’s not a bad thing if you simply stop searching
And listen for what is emerging; you springing forth from you own core; distracted no more, there’s the door
Can you do it and not look back any more? Or does the nostalgia got cha? Or maybe you weren’t meant...
To be free and you are happy with your captivity; I look through the eyes of humanity and what do I see?
A program running haphazardly; a scratched record on a broken phonograph that can’t possibly last
Yet, we hold on, beyond all logic and reason giving delusions of faith a long undeserved season
This is what I’ll do; I’ll replant you; there is Nothing in this soil, yet, it is the fullest potential; event full
You choose how and what you grow into, and this time, Nothing will be guiding you; the plans are within you
Now go, and grow and I will see to it that no weeds get through to you to misguide you again; now, listen....

Articulating Nothing

Articulating Nothing

In this quietus place I wait beyond life and death and acquiesce the deafening Silence of Nothingness
Would temptation bear me the least bit or even a drop of it; I would run to the empty promise of it
Yearning for that which I can never get and yet I wait baited like an unanswered line; phone or fish
I’d wish, were I not schooled in the foolishness of something so unrequited, cryptic; undecipherable
Yet it is Nothing that I know, albeit it is that, which it gives, and I craft this abstract barren gift
As I Articulate it, yet, wait, is it not doing this, are we so wise as to think that we are above it?
Am I so sure that every single thing is not being expressed by it; that which isn’t?
Well, I can speak for only me, blinded by a single sublime clarity, to see, Nothing, moving, me
As if someone finally listened to it; the silence of it, and became the stillness of it
And on the verge of awareness I see that none of this matters; so far from the primal thread
I can throw all of this assumed waste away and still be embedded in the thick of Nothingness
I could drop it all and be better off, yet, who has ears for what isn’t there; who would lend it here?
If I have Noting to say I then will be sent away, yet, in my silence all is said; volumes to be read
Did you think I would not find my way home all alone; without a star to be shown?
Did you think that you could make these vast anthologies of mental masturbatory material?
And I’d think it was real...think again; your books of then were movie screens, on which you were projecting
And we; your Story Book Children, listening to the dreams of hot flashed insane old men
And here we are thousands of years later fighting over the same old sand; here I’ll say it...”It’s all a Sham”
It’s all a crock and a pretty damn expensive sandbox; you are lucky for now that you can hold nature at bay
For all that is unnecessary will soon be washed away so too the games of war that you play
So I watch and wait for the timing and the chance to articulate something so simple and clear; that it will clear
The playing field of archaic predisposed contingencies and the world can finally be free from them
In the depth of understanding that this is about Nothing at all; there then is no consorted beginning or end
Finding reason is the death to all things, in the dissecting, you separate out the innate inherent joining
This is the space in between that holds everything together because there was Nothing there ever to begin with
This is the point; the miracle if you will, is that there wasn’t anything there to create any of this; that’s a myth
And from the deepest understanding; absolutely ridiculous to pass over the strings of power to those who take it
So I say that you don’t have to believe to receive; we are inherently designed to acquire all that we need
That is the power of a mustard seed “Within” exists all that it needs there is no prayer to gods or even heed!
We feed on the bounty of the Universe Within and create and manifest out of Nothing; it has always been
Stop diverting your attention to other things in hope that they will bring you something; you’re the thing!
On a Macrocosmic level it can be viewed as one thing on a microcosmic level, many, yet, it all sits in
And is made up of Nothing; if you spend your time worshiping or blaming anything you miss the point
And the point is....there isn’t any, so you are free; having a reason is a mechanism of slavery
So too with purpose and cause; this creates a myriad of inane and useless laws about things with no meaning
What I am saying in Articulating Nothing is that you have been trained to give power and allegiance over
To people, places, things, situations and circumstances that have no power or meaningful origin;
Plagued with misconstrued ideas of life death and sin and a false life you are living
Contemplate Nothing and let go of everything; embrace the primal teachings of silence, stillness and emptiness
And approach peace; at least for a moment so that you can remember the feeling of it, if you don’t choose it
And I will wait here and life after life you will have a brief memory of this quintessential moment and meeting
On the street somewhere under a dimly lit sign that reads “Nowhere” I’ll be here

The Power of Silence

The Power of Silence

The inexplicable connection when you split an atom and no matter where you put the seemingly separate parts
That are never apart; that communication isn’t God or Science...it is Silence and we are the interruption thereof
The things that I speak of and teach of; if I were to give them personification, they would lose their true flavor
An example is that I have a deep and abiding connection to all things of Myth and Legend but not as reason!
For what we deeply experience isn’t someone or thing, it is The Silence in/of Nothing...like the Tao/Zen
The awareness on some level of it moving, and us, like a violin string; being played by it; the absence in/of it
And hearing the non-existent whisper inside of it; listening to it and inevitably becoming it; this Is Power
You then are as still as the metered tempo of a virtuoso; unknown at the time of sublime consistent execution
And easily you could turn to me and say brilliant, clever, and wise yet, it is through its eyes that I see
Yet it is not a person, place, or thing, it isn’t anything; it is the space in-between and around everything
And it is to that which we are to listen. We are trained to sound and distractions abound blinded by, all, around!
Yet the message is in the Silence. On some level the water buffalo knows that there is an alligator waiting
In the watering hole, does it stay or does it go, does it listen to what it knows; what of the mouse and the snake?
Good things come to those who wait; this is why death has a gate and it sits at wait to see what choice you make
In Silence you escape because it is the one thing that Death can not take or hear because it is already there
There is nothing to listen for, no fear or anything anywhere; as long as you are still, Death has no will
I am not saying to avoid it, just that there is no power in variance to it because it is silent
Like the depth of the ocean or vacuum of space; there is power all over the place in the absence
In these extremes is where the dream of reality exists; something is spawn from the pressure of it
Humans venture in there minds and fear the primal sublime running away from Darkness all of the time
Perpetuating all sorts of chatter attempting to shatter the inevitable silence in the end; filling the spaces in
One of the greatest lies is to say that Silence is the absence of sound; when Silence is prime; there all the time
You have to make a sound; Silence is and is not found. Look to the simplicity of it, the presence of it
The depth and feel of it and how we run from it ever so often in finding that which to fill it
Yet, what we fail to see is the omnipresence of it; the vastness of it, beyond space and time; consistence sublime
No matter what you say or do my silence can/will always pierce through you, through my eyes, words; touch
Saying Nothing, yet, saying so much, do you really think that your thoughts mean anything to a Silence
So blindingly still, without though, deed, or will; the universe sits in this...still....moving; what a paradox
Silence was/is my mother and as I was born from her womb I shall return to her tomb; this is why you fear
Because she is always here...waiting for you to shut the f__k up so that she can refill her cup with your absence
Wicked truth so far removed into your annals of cultural fears; always what is waiting for you out/in there
But guess what, if you become it, you no longer have to fear it; at variance always filling space creating waste
Just stop, let go, and here is something that you may not know; Death shows to snatch/match what you hold
This is why you get feeble and old because as you hold onto life; Death is on the other side to provide the pull
Yet, if you live life to the fullest, releasing all the mess, you are its welcome guest throughout existence
You must understand the permanence of Silence, the depth of Absence, everything else is just distraction
All that you’ve been told is filler of a depth untold, for there is Nothing to say, yet, if you stay, you are Eternal
This is the trick we have been told it is in the substance, the oneness, the wholeness, yet, it’s the emptiness
For it is this that holds all of it; this is what we miss and we trip out on existence saying someone did this
I find it thrilling, that I am something like a tree with an innate Silence in and about me. That I am this
Abstract thing seemingly moving in a dream of some sorts and to realize that what is dreaming, doesn’t exist
It is just simply dreaming about existence and if we are Silent we won’t wake it up; we can still run amuck
The greatest questions it seems are: What if Nothing wakes up from the dream? Or simply just stops dreaming?

I can feel it.....

I can feel it....ya know...the shift...I am on the crest of it
For thousands of years I have waited for this
Even more so than the return of Magic
I wanted to be here for the fall
The inevitable wasting away of this age
Held together by the bittersweet sorrows of politically placed rage
Enhanced cultural suffering juxtaposed upon a worldwide democratic race
Hollowed ideals misplaced
And even setting all of this aside, there is a power glide
As religion and spirituality loose their stride and subside
People are looking inside
Nature is inevitable; it will always rise
And the greatest thing is that I can say “I did Nothing”
And a few will know what I am saying
I helped clear the path...alas, then; I am useless once it is tread
What is a teacher other than someone you meet on the road?
What is a Master other than someone who is left after.....?
This is why we grow Olde for we have Nothing to hold
For we have whittled away at ourselves till there is Nothing left to......
No eyes for we become blind to unnecessary things
No feet for the people we meet are everywhere; our soles/souls then are torn
And we worn out...cold and alone....left to make simplicity our home
Yet, don’t be fooled by my tone this is the flavor of destiny found
For all that we have done before, we are no longer bound
We mock feeble and old for we cannot be bought or sold
We are not a threat, for no one listens to what an Olde man/woman says
Save the few that knew before the shift in the age that they once knew
The ones that heard the call and answered before the fall
Huh, I speak as if it has already happened, like so many times before
And you will listen or simply ignore; here are the keys as I stand at the door
Listen, from deep within to the voice you are ignoring; the whisper
What you hold onto has nothing to do with you
Let go of all that you think that you know; it’s all for show
For the tides are changing fast and furious and will change all of this
Acquiesce the magic that is rising from within you, in the being and doing; what is true for you
And always in all ways “to thine own self be true” for “The Way” from within, is shown to you
Now, I again will cross to the Promised Land; free of choice, with Nothing in hand
To a time and place that has always been, before the lies of original sin, it is/was called “Within”

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