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?

Am Not.....

Am Not.....

In order to become who I am not I had to let go of who I am. Others would say “Who I was is not who I am”
You see, I am not, I see clearly that I don’t exist and I am not fooled by it; the Paradox is I exist in
Sublime Emptiness. You may ask how do I survive as a human, sleep, eat; what I’m writing? I’m projecting
I am none of anything; I am the abstract dreaming, yet, wait, the miracle is the blank slate and what’s great
Is that it is the perfect representation of me; absence being experientially, I am the non-self expressing
Of essence I am not anything; as I peer into me I see Nothing billowing like a large cloak or dark mist
And clearly, to me, I am this Darkness, yet funny enough my light blinded me from this in a colossal misdirect
I listened to what they were saying and repeated the same; spreading the “Word” like butter over everything
Everything was sweet, light, and nice...and I was completely blind and saw only what they were painting
But, that wasn’t enough for me, I needed to see what was really happening and what I needed to be doing
Beyond the searching was a beckoning and I broke it all down to Nothing even myself; the illusion emanating
If you take a computer apart it really isn’t anything unless you tell it that it is. We have been convinced
Of Everything and we go by what we’ve been told to believe and some without question, to some this is faith
To me not to question all reality is absurdity; perpetuating inane belief simply wrecks human opportunity.
This is what I offer you in an empty hand; possibility, to take this blank slate, this potential field, and create
It is all right there, it literally comes out of nowhere and not from some guy up in the clouds somewhere
Theses pseudo-existential projections are faulty at best when you look at the universe within and in which we sit
Outside and in is Nothingness; empty space, I ask, how are we not this, when it is this there is so much of?
Like water our bodies are mostly this; we are bodies of water. Then there is the depth, let us not forget
Of the ocean and inner and outer space; there is Nothing all over the place, there is such power in empty space
So when I say I have Nothing to say...listen; release yourself from the confines of your mind and realize
What I am saying; I am Nothing relaying a message to you, the you that you think that you are is not you
You are not what you’ve put yourself through or allowed yourself to; think about what has been told to you
And by who; when I erased all that I’ve been told I had Nothing to hold and after you cross the bridge
I’ll release it too, for Nothing is not something to hold onto. I am not a hero I’ve just been beyond point zero
And I found “The Way”...out, by going deep within and finding Nothing and I realized that it was me (you)
The essence you see...of everything; if I am Nothing I can choose to be anything at all or Nothing at all
I didn’t see this before plagued with the entrails of reality even though I knew that it was created by me
It was still a trap because I kept creating the same thing; like an echo running on an endless scratched record
I am the blank slate on which I create; I am the emptiness waiting to be filled by me and I am overflowing
With this as a philosophy I can take responsibility and become me; whatever whenever I want to be
Wit no restrictions or limitations...folks this may be freedom and I’m liking it here; the air is so clear
And so too am I; finally the effortless ease of a different Eternity flavored with my own brand of Destiny
I still am not and I understand that that is hard to fathom; beyond the definition of self exists, Articulation
Of what I choose to experience as I become it; beyond the restrictions of mundane prescribed perceptions
Some think it is futile to deal with Nothing because it doesn’t exist and they get so wrapped up in existence
Then others, consciousness, then higher self, higher good, light, vibration, ascension; up up and away, it’s great
It is definitely a “Way” but, I don’t want to be Away; distracted by what seems to be happening, and going on
The Philosophy of Nothing is about letting go of everything; detaching, then deciding; it’s an awareness
Of the created maze and daze that we’ve been in since the beginning it’s dazzling; quite fantastic
In its entrapment; I had to let go of me to set myself free and it took me graciously; and I am not, yet,
I created Hanakia Ek~Way Zedek to greet and beat it; I figured freedom is a gift why not share it so here it is
And it is really all I’ve got to give so here he is...my single and clearest shot through the eye/I.........am not!