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!

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