IT’S ALL OVER

You don’t exist.
I don’t either.
Nobody does.

Not in some far-off
Esoteric “place” but
Right here, right “now”

Ponder it deeply
Before your pondering
Mechanism dissolves!

Every “thing” is departing
With fond alacrity
Good riddance to it all.

Alone at last – how sublime!
No more years to waste
On the treadmill of seeming life.

Nothing has changed . . .
And yet
Every thing is different now.

Indescribably wonderful!
Ineffable perfection
Joy without end.

There may be pain and fear
What of it? You’re not there.
Nor me, nor him, nor anyone.

The ultimate “finished” freedom
Is found in everyone’s
Ever-present absence.

-Robin Starbuck

YOUR UNFINISHED GOLDEN BUT PAINFUL OPPORTUNITY   

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it can be trauma gone amuck

things just aren’t as they should

stuff … unacceptable, never quits

and all you want is out! 

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You err my good friend. 

Yes you really have glimpsed

Truth beyond all this seeming.

Way beyond, but right here. 

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You could never have awakened

As you – yes You – have done!!

Without the trauma goading you

Since day one! 

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You must let go of the people

Who’ve trampled you down. 

No story, no conclusion, just

Drop them off alone. 

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Close every book, …….

Finished at last. ……

Even when symptoms persist ….

Don’t fail to open………

EXITING  YOUR  NON-EXISTENT  WORLD  

Do you often find yourself caught in the middle of two opposing worlds? If so don’t be hell-bent on mitigating the severity of each by trying to harmonize them: they don’t exist! Start with – and stay with – the answer: the worlds don’t exist and neither do you! 

Imagine that! You don’t exist and you never have! What happens to all your issues now, given the fact that neither you nor any other human being has ever trod this imaginary globe? All that background … all those years of abuse … gone! 

Gone because they never existed – ever! That little boy/girl who ruled the world until awakening to the dastardly plight of humanhood was never a swimmer in the first place! 

Stay with the sheer simplicity of it: back to sleep or be it. It is bereft of all mortality, all humanity, good or bad – the entire colossal illusion etherealized. 

The critical point of this writing is that it cannot be scoped with the mind for there is no mind. 

IT is absolute emptiness without the slightest trace of ‘thing-ness’ at all, nothingness in pristine purity. 

One time awash in concepts and conceptualizations, now free of every last whit! What to do? And how to stay with it? 

As the archer, aim for  IT 🎯  and stay.

– Robin Starbuck