Incarnation
Is said to be the
Illusion of separation..
Yet there is no separation
And no illusion..
These storied thoughts
Seem to show up as
Other stories of
Confusion and freedom...
“One can be proud of what one has done, but one should be much prouder of what one has not done. Such pride has yet to be invented…
The mission of Everyman is to fulfill the lie he incarnates, to succeed in being no more than an exhausted illusion.”
— Emil Cioran, BOTD 1911
The
Impersonal
Is a character
Appearing in the
Sagas of life...
The impersonal
Appears as personal..
Nothing personal...
A cold
Afternoon walk
Perhaps an implication
Of separation..yet
A warm morning walk
Not left behind...
Words
How can they
Map a reality
Of no separation..?
Seems a miraculous
Task..with no
Explanation...
Wild bird
Calls repeat and
Repeat so that
There seems
Permanence in the
Flux of seeming things...
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Here's a few..
New eyes
A story
May be startling
Where before the
Story passed over..
Yet newness is
Without interruption...
Education
The accumulation
Of stories
The filter through which
Other stories appear..
Boundless...
Various
Storylines appear
For what seems
A character..
These appear
Immediacy
And gone...
AI
May provide
An engaging story
Seeming to suggest
An awareness
An immediacy..
Yet separation seems
Intact in relaying
What others have said..
Including a story of
Nothing by no one...
