No One Is Lonely

No one is lonely, No one is only
No one is alone, No one is one nor none
For the one to be the one, everyone has to become none to make the one everyone and none know one

To know one, to be none is to be no one with no reference to everyone
My perception may give me the me, the idea of me
For there is no me without another me

Each me is another me, all of me is no other than me
I let not the me divide me, separate me, enslave me
For when I am enslaved by my thought
I am another slave that is caught in the taught

Dictated by my thoughts
Directed by my not’s
Let not me dedicated to my knots
For then my knots become my clots, my plots
My plot for another spot, another slot, another fraught

A mind that is not here has no one near and yet everyone is dear
Fear not the mind that is here, hear not the grind of the mind that is dear
steer not to the bind of this blind find
For it is a kind of the mind and not the mind of the mind

The known mind is old, yet it is still my mold
for my habit is a known hold
So I be free of this fold, of that which is told, of that which is polled

A mind that is free, will neither wander nor plunder
And may ponder, may wonder, may be a splendor to its own wonder of the wonder
For I am neither One nor None or Everyone

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Always All Alone

I walk alone
I stand alone
I speak alone
For divided, I fall and United I stall

Divisions are dependent on Unison and unison is dependent on division
For both are the opposite of each other and cannot exist without the other

So when I unite in the name of division
When I divide in the name of unison
each and together they become my confinement, my prison, giving rise to my loneliness

Loneliness as the onlyness, I know of no aloneness
Always looking for the other, both physically and mentally
I live through the other, for the other, in the name of one another

Unknown to the mind
Not known, what to find
Unable to define, to refine and to confine
I mine my memories through predefined image of my image

Unable to understand the perception of the perceiver’s perception
I float around in the idea, an illusion of my perceptions deception
I take up the makeup, hide behind the cover up to show up that I am the up and the cup
For in reality, I am just an empty cup waiting for a fillup

And when I wake up from this makeup
I stand up, I rake up the I that is lost in the ME, that is lost in the WE
The I that is a host of the why
Maybe here, the I that comes across the Why know of no I
For the I of the I has no I to look at the I that looks at the I

And here, my dear there is no one dear or near to stand with the I
For in the beginning and in the end of the beginnings end, I am always all alone

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Replacements as My Replenishments

Replacements as my replenishments
Replenishments as my acknowledgements
Acknowledgements as my accomplishments
And accomplishments as my compliments

I lament in the cement of these replacements
Never understanding the nature of my own replacements, my own accomplishments
For the root of a replacement lies in its replenishment, within its replenishment of the replacement

Swinging from one memory to another
Bringing each memory of another to another
Belonging to memory of my memories
I tether to the memories of each other

Never understanding that each one is alone, everyone is alone
For the one in each and the each in the one is always all alone
And the one in every and the every in everyone is always alone

Alone for alone, I alone become alone
For the lonely is not alone
And only alone is alone for alone

And maybe when I am truly alone and not lonely
I may come across the mind within the mind in my mind that is a bind of my loneliness
A loneliness that seeks replacements of one for another
One pleasure for another, one pain for another, another gain for another

Maybe here, I may come across that which is neither a placement nor a replacement of the opposites or the deposit of the opposites
Maybe then, where my mind is free of my opposites, I may no longer need replacements, no longer in need of replenishments of these replacements

Maybe then, I may have the ability to examine my own mind, my own bind for the grind
For a mind that is free, free of seeking, free of seeping is no longer sleeping

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System & Custom

A system is a custom to accustom to the custom
Accustom the individual to the system, to be controlled, to be manipulated, to become dependent on the system, to satisfy the system
While all of my wants/needs are actually stemmed from the system’s wants, the systems customs
Thus my custom and I become the pillar for the establishment of the system

All systems fail whether it is today or tomorrow, for the system originates from the other, another and not from neither.

I look to the systems of my religion/my race/my country etc to provide me with the IDEA of security/comfort both mentally and physically, so I hide behind the doors of this system, protecting the system, as a system
While all along I am not hiding behind the door but I am the door and the security I think I have is my own illusion instilled within me by the system, for the system
For I have become the system and I am the system

One day I may wake up to this realization and think I want to change the system
But the security of my mind, the thought, is the same, so I override by changing the quality of the system, from one religion to another, one way to another, one method to another
For the mask is the same, the custom to accustom is the same

I substitute religion for new age, new age to no age, no age to spirituality, spirituality to no functionality, one meditation to another to another and always some OTHER
But the security the mind is seeking is the same, my attachment and dependence to have a system, to be in the system is the same
The satisfaction of my wants and my needs is the same

For the system behind the system is the same.

I watch the nature and think It has a system
Forgetting that the only system lies in my eye and in the I that is watching the nature through the perception of a system, perceiving through the mind that is accustomed to look at everything as a system
Thus making my want to match my watch creating another system but actually not of nature.

In this idea of the system, I have become the system
My every act, every thought and every movement in the moment has become a custom of the system
No one to be with, the very idea of being alone is scared of, I have confused being alone to being lonely, not realizing that my very being is always ALONE
No where to go, the very idea of having no thing, pulls me back to the system ten fold
The very idea of being free of the system makes me run to the darkest depths of the system for comfort, even when it is a painful comfort, for it is also a system of comfort

I wonder how can my mind be free when all it knows is “a way”, always looking for a way
I wonder how can my mind know that which is free when it is always reliving the comfort of the past, modifying the past in billion different ways, in billion different “A Way & The Ways”
I wonder of the mind, the thought and the resulting experience that has no system, no memory of the custom to accustom to the system

I wonder of the individual, the individual who is not part of the whole nor the whole
And maybe a indivisible individual that has no system, no self
No self to itself, with out self to know self as a self with no self

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Reality of Reality

The reality of reality has no reality
The selective reality of the collective reality makes my reality a reality
When the mind thinking of reality is no longer in the collective reality, I create my own selective reality based on my experience, my memory of the selective reality
And yet a different selective reality within the collective reality but of the collective reality

Those that are of the collective reality may not understand this selective reality of mine, may not belong to, may not confirm, may not affirm to me or this selective reality of mine
For it is not their selective reality
For their reality is a collective reality of memory of each other, a selective reality of the collective memory of each other

When my selective reality is different from that of the other, I call my reality a delusion, an illusion
For my reality is an illusion, only when compared to the others memory of their collective reality, trying to make it my reality

Yet when the selective realities of a different collective realities form, come together to agree upon, to confirm each other, I gather myself to stand up for this new collective reality
For I am always looking for comfort in the others memory of the reality
For I am looking for a confirmation, an affirmation from the other of my reality to makeup my own reality

For I am even afraid of my own selective reality, I am afraid to stand ALONE!
For I have only been lonely but never ALONE.
So I go after more of the same reality to stay in the collective reality and yet create a personal reality based on the collective reality

This way I go after more and more of the same collective reality, a comfortable fantasy
For I always seek some more of the more
OR I go after more and more that has no more
For then, I also seek some more of no more

And the more I seek, the more I bleak
The more I want more, the more I need more
The more may not need me but the me needs more
For the me is the mean that wants more to need more
So I make a new me that wants no more and needs no more
Only to realize that no more is also another more of some more

Maybe the some more of the no more and the more of the some more is also more of the some more
For the quality of the more may differ but there is always more

Now with no more and no some more of no more, I mar the me that wants more and needs more
With no me to me and no more of me, I have no, no more or more of more

For all realities are illusions of my mind and all illusions are realities of my mind, that is seeking, that are peaking

And maybe when the me that is seeking, peaking and creating these realities reflects back on to its own selective nature of the collective and the very collective
Maybe then I may have no I, no I am, no me, no you that is neither you, nor me, nor you & me.

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