Nothingness is what Saves the World.

I want an answer, i'm not content with anything else.

I'm not young, naïve, unlearned...I want you to tell me...

When that contraction just opens a little,
The force of delight and love begins to flow, and the obstructions begin to break down,

Until, finally, the person is shattered.

To know what arises in Truth, is simply to be in relationship to what arises.

Relationship is enjoyed under all circumstances, all conditions, with all beings, in all environments.

To love requires a great transformation.
Without the realization of the Heart, there is no true humanity, and no love.

love is a Grace.

That doesn't come about by doing all kinds of things
to yourself.

It is a Grace.
There is no doubt about it.

Ecstasy is selflessness.
Happiness is already sacrifice.
True attention.

Presence, Radiance.
It has no object, but it excludes nothing.

That state is the natural state of realization
And also the natural state.

for one moment just talk to me plainly and clearly...just talk to me without me trying to understand what it is and the thousands of interpretations that I can take from it..just tell me..
just say it..like you would if we two people who had talked to each other forever..
please tell me.
cause i have read your stuff for so long, and i love everythuing that you ever say, but your vague, and i just want you to come out with it and just be real.
as real as you can be on a forum in type..lol
just tell me..
what is it that you think of
and what do you want in your life...

I will be me..
you be you.

Find it, like I did.
Find it. Do it.

The Universe never, ever hands anything.
You must earn it.

Jesus Christ.

We are done.
But..I already knew that.
Everyday confirms the end of homo sapiens.

as you wish...


but i'm real.
i'm the one person that wants to know you.
sometimes that's nice...and well
I really like you no matter what.
I love how you think, and what you say.
thank you.

Im waiting for the time.
Ive been told things...and to wait.
In the psychic sphere, and physical sphere.

You have no idea how many anonymous people I love.
One look at them, and I am Walt Whitman.

We should not be democratic.
We should be nothing, without compare.
Other worlds are laughing at us.

so be it, but I am that. I assure you.

why not make a new world?

your enjoyment has no definition, no destiny, no relationship
to anything.

You really know nothing.

I do love Whitman, by the way..lol

opme

we're all going to fucking die stu!

the culling awaits us with guillotiones!

CHOP-CHOP TIME is near!

worried?

FUCK NO! BRING IT BITCHES!

There is no separation whatsoever.

What else?

good

Ive come to terms with death
thought I was going to die on a plane Super Bowl week,
due to CLIMATE CHANGE

so sick of this

great compassion
Civil War heros,
and he wrote, while nursing,

A Man.

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me,
They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying.

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem,
I whisper with my lips close to your ear,
I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.

O I have been dilatory and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabb’d nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Painters have painted their swarming groups and the centre-figure of all,
From the head of the centre-figure spreading a nimbus of gold-color’d light,
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-color’d light,
From my hand from the brain of every man and woman it streams, effulgently flowing forever.

O I could sing such grandeurs and glories about you!
You have not known what you are, you have slumber’d upon yourself all your life,
Your eyelids have been the same as closed most of the time,
What you have done returns already in mockeries,
(Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?)

The mockeries are not you,
Underneath them and within them I see you lurk,
I pursue you where none else has pursued you,
Silence, the desk, the flippant expression, the night, the accustom’d routine, if these conceal you from others or from yourself, they do not conceal you from me,
The shaved face, the unsteady eye, the impure complexion, if these balk others they do not balk me,
The pert apparel, the deform’d attitude, drunkenness, greed, premature death, all these I part aside.

There is no endowment in man or woman that is not tallied in you,
There is no virtue, no beauty in man or woman, but as good is in you,
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you,
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.

As for me, I give nothing to any one except I give the like carefully to you,
I sing the songs of the glory of none, not God, sooner than I sing the songs of the glory of you.

Whoever you are! claim your own at any hazard!
These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you,
These immense meadows, these interminable rivers, you are immense and interminable as they,
These furies, elements, storms, motions of Nature, throes of apparent dissolution, you are he or she who is master or mistress over them,
Master or mistress in your own right over Nature, elements, pain, passion, dissolution.

The hopples fall from your ankles, you find an unfailing sufficiency,
Old or young, male or female, rude, low, rejected by the rest, whatever you are promulges itself,
Through birth, life, death, burial, the means are provided, nothing is scanted,
Through angers, losses, ambition, ignorance, ennui, what you are picks its way.

thanks

you have no idea

To You...
this is my favorite...

We are all safe

this for you strictly.. my fav. part.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

I made a promise long ago.
I would never abandon a soul.

nothing ever goes unthanked

Everything is rewarded

yes