Truth & Life

Maybe “Truth”, “The Truth” is like water, it has no shape nor form and yet takes on the shape and form of the perception of the perceiver
Maybe this is what it means when I hear – “Truth will set me Free”.

Maybe it is the actual understanding, actual self realization, of this statement that the truth I perceive is the truth I created/accepted unto myself to fit into my mold, to satisfy my wants and desires at that point of time.
And since time is limited in its very nature, in its very quality,
Thus, the truth I created/accepted is always limited to fit the confinements of myself, the self that I made as mine, claimed as mine

So, when I claim to have the truth, I have my truth and not “The Truth”, for the truth I have is my perception, my filter of deception to myself and not “The Truth”

For example – when I go to the beach and hold water from the ocean in the palm of my hand and claim I have the ocean in the palm of my hand, do I really have the Ocean in the palm of my hand?

Such is the nature of every Ideology, every Practice, every Religion, every race, every boundary, every Separation, every division and every form/formless that claims to have the truth,
the way, or one way, or one of the ways of truth.

Each way, each truth is another perception, is another perceptive deception, but is neither the right way nor the very way itself, Including hate and the comfort of Love
For neither hate nor love is “The Truth”

And when I claim hate/fear is an illusion, “Love is all there is” – It is like holding water in the palm of my hand and claiming I have the ocean.

The healers, the dealers, the feelers, the kneelers, the hallucinators and the story tellers,
NONE, NONE has “The Truth”

For to claim the truth in any way or form/formless, is to separate the truth from the Truth and enclose it in a booth
A smoky booth filled with soot

Claims are blames
blames that aim at the flame
flame that is fueling the shame
shame that is the taming of the same name, same game
Same game in the name to rename,
rename to a different trade name, at a different place to play the different, yet the same game of fame

So I keep away from the claims, from the blames and from the names of the frames and of the fame

For Life is not a game nor of fame and both the game & the fame, are only smoke filled frames

Maybe Life is the very nature of the nature that is here to nurture the nature of the nurture

So I let Life arrive, to this hive, to be alive, to revive, and to thrive
For Life and every life has the right to THRIVE

Realize

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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

Control

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Human & Numen

A human needs no high-rises nor 10 bed townhomes
A human body needs a shelter within nature, within the nature of nature

A human needs no company of a companion
A human needs to accompany the mind of the human

A human needs no security of tomorrow
A human needs to scrutinize the human mind of today

A human needs no fort of comfort
A human needs to get to know the confinement of the comfortable mind

A human needs no needs of the wants to haunt
A human needs to daunt the wants of the needs

A human needs no free will nor the free will of choice
A human needs freedom, from free will and free will of choice
Freedom, from my own known voice

Freedom is not a dome that it is confined to but maybe is the home that has no dome
Freedom is not in the blame of the other nor in the acceptance of the other, but in neither

Freedom is not in the experience of the yesterday nor the repetition of the memory of the yesterday but maybe in the birth of the awareness of today

Freedom is not in the labels, not on the tables of the labels, nor in the fables of the labels
But maybe, in the unlabeled, in the un-tabled, within the un-fabled

Freedom is not in the confinements and conditions of hate or love, chaos or peace, for both are simply refined confinements, refined conditions
However refined the confinement, The refined, is only as fine as its confinement
But maybe in that which is neither confined/refined nor conditioned

Thus, a mind that is unexplored beyond its confinements, beyond its own known refinements,
is a mind that is unexamined

For a human that is free is like a numen and a lumen that know of no numen or lumen
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