All that is really happening is merely an objectifying brain exploring its own objectified world.
Michael Markham
All that is really happening is merely an objectifying brain exploring its own objectified world.
Michael Markham
Someone’s boiling potatoes
They suddenly toss one to you
No time to think … what do you do?
Drop it!
You just want a hand up, don’t you?
You want to ease your way out of this imaginary place.
You are tired of the confinement that comes with personal identity.
Well, that’s not going to happen.
That’s not the way it works.
Any help offered is part of the dream.
Michael Markham
Upon further scrutiny
That dream “I” just awoke from
Seemed sorely lacking.
No birth, growth, maturity,
No history whatsoever
Just its own impudence.
“I” spent ten years schlepping
To and fro the university
For what?
Bought books and shit like that.
Pored over them, digested them
And spat them out.
Then this audacious dream occurs
Where’d all “my” learning go?
Why am “I” not turned around
At the slightest presentation anymore?
The dream doesn’t apologize.
It looks at … or, through, “me”
Says “your” examination expired.
Who says there ever was a “you”?
Who says there ever was?
Who says there ever?
Who says?
Robin Starbuck
Nothing mystical or special about this.
No second-guessing imaginary gods.
No Shinrin-yoku…..The Medicine of Being in the Forest.
Nothing magical about not wearing shoes or not eating certain foods.
No balancing of energies with Feng shui.
No talking with dead people.
No dictates from celestial bodies.
No smoking up the house with sage of burnt feathers.
No sending help to others with nothing but your good intentions.
No manipulating the mind to attain imagined improvement.
Just this.
Just this streaming kaleidoscopic cornucopia of swirling colors and sounds.
Michael Markham
As long as we think that we are the doer or the knower, we will have our foot nailed to the confusion.
Michael Markham
Bill Skiles’ website: mysticalprinciples.com