WHAT IS THE WAY

WHAT IS THE WAY


An iceberg's drift to the equator in a desperate attempt
To find out by that water word what they had really meant

It's the slow smooth sailing
by the gentle warm flow
Gradually somehow he's beginning to know

He heard the water would be his ultimate salvation
It is in a way there are no arrivals at the destination



It's something like this well surely you get the gist
As when the light begins to shine all throughout the mist

As in developing a film it's a process that reveals
Shapes colors and details but here it's head-over-heels

You're not starting to see people buildings and trees
There's a difference it's the opposite here things cease

But who's indeed concerned with what the Way exactly is?
What matters for you is how it goes and how it feels


The janitor continues to chop ice and shovel snow
Into huge piles at February twenty-ninth you know

He's quite cold and seems to have here lots of work to do
He gets paid on the last day of the month well aren't you?

If tomorrow is the thirtieth or the thirty-first
He's triyng to figure out that's usually how it goes

So that's a good piece of advice couldn't he relax a little bit
But there's a shovel so your ass has a certain risk of getting hit



These are not statements of the highest uttered from the lofty seat
It's rather that the walk just has been walked a little bit

So it's about time to talk the talk for the old boy
Why stay indeed deprived of such an innocent joy?

So it's barely something more than travel sketches and notes
For the sake of entertainment  without fixed plans or hopes

You know to take what is as what it actually is
It is by itself a way to live in some kind of peace

But this is not some fancy dreams it's quite a serious shit
For the sake of ease of use just sugarcoated a bit

If you stumble on something here like wait in what fucking sense?
Well maybe it's about time for you to read something else


So there are paths unto the path as there are ways towards the way
But let us keep that epic topic for another rainy day

They are in plenty here you know for more or less whatever taste
So one can pick for one's palate without making any haste

But in the end the way is one there's one particular flavor
And that's no more than but a drop on offer here just to savor

The taste is not a quantitative category you know
One drop contains the whole with no regard to high and low

Some flavor additives admixtures may be there in the drink
It's the effective substance that's the point of the whole thing

The path is one for anyone it is the same one-size-fits-all
But journeys are another matter though they share the common goal

So there are ways to flow and  gather till one day it overbrims
A very personal journey beyond the person so it seems

So let's keep both in our view with not much care for what is what
Let's talk the way beyond the words let's think the path beyond the thought

Things still can be explained quite well  in terms of ropes and snakes
But then there's such a thing indeed here as a gag reflex

Let's make it personal at last try something fresh firsthand
Not some old books retold again well that is our current stand

Sometimes you seem to understand much more than you do feel
This doesn't make the realized truths anyhow less real

Your lived experience at times may lag somewhat behind
So there's a whole lot of things that you are bound to find

These are quite natural dynamics should be mentioned here of course
So rest assured that in the end all is essentially yours

Your understanding or your moods you choose what you believe
It comes to this and it defines exactly how you live

It's like a train  the tail inevitably follows the head
This way is better than the opposite direction instead

Each car ends up precisely where the locomotive is now
The funny thing the engine will then be elsewhere somehow

There's a power called momentum that shapes how you're inclined
It no longer works against you now your movements are aligned

So it pulls you back no more but gently pushes you ahead
It won't stop there is no way to slow down its fluent tread

You pass the point of no return sans noticing in fact
That's where things get much serious you will hardly stay intact

You feel some urgency together with a steady quietude
You're on a threshold all your past becomes no more than a prelude

So you know you're dealing here with something huge immense indeed
It's much more than you imagined now it seems like all you need

But strangely this feels casual   like that of home sweet home
It's real enough to heal your homesickness syndrome

You wouldn't trade it for whatever absolutely not no way
So it seems now you are ready after all to pay to play

Well some things when understood lead to a change of attitude
Here's a kind of vivid picture to somehow convey the mood



You're closing your accounts you're claiming all your stuff
You've been meek enough non-violent it's your time to play tough

You seem to be on tilt you just won't stop until
There's still at least one penny of yours here in their till
 
You are cashing it all out selling off everything
You know without a doubt cash is certainly king

You're getting out of your positions you're dumping your stocks
You are no longer interested in somebody's talks

It's more than just a business it's about how you feel
The game has gone too far it's time for you to get real

It isn't just about being overly smart
You sense that something big here is about to start

You're not arguing with people they just play their parts
You don't believe at all those lulling comforting charts

The bubble's overblown it's surely bound to collapse
Signs are there not in plain sight this way it's better perhaps

You've heard enough you're overcautious you've been repeatedly told
Now you don't even stop at cash you're buying physical gold

It remains it has been here since bygone golden days
It's still here today for now but there's no time for delays

Then you wake up in the morning on your well-equipped boat
You're not sure if today is yet the day as you've thought

You're balancing your books to see what you've managed to gain
It seems there was no profit there for you in the game

You're chuckling then admitting there was not any loss
You're on your own now so what's yours is all yours

It would be interesting to see how the market opens today
There's a gap here from the top to the very bottom oy vey

The bloody opening bar is just about to drown
It's running straight to the south down down and down

They're closing the market then it's all getting dark
You're going up on the deck of your well-fueled ark

It's getting dark in the harbor
streetlights are all going out
You said that's how it would end you're sad now you're not proud

Then there's rumble and rattle and these are not fireworks
You've been considered a dude with some peculiar quirks

Well that's a pretty sad story here just about to start
You did whatever you could here's where your roads should part

Each time you mentioned the ark all they were interested in
Was sinking or selling her at the cost of the tin

So you're starting the engines you have somewhere to sail
She's as good as gold your boat she surely won't fail

You don't have to go back to this the worst of your dreams
Dual citizenship was a good idea it seems

To play the pillar of salt there are more interesting games
Besides there's nothing to look back on only darkness and flames

You throw one of your passports into the waters of the past
It's time for you become in full nondual at last



If something needs to be explained the boat stands here for the way
Gold stands for god the truth the heart your self so to say

Attention you withdraw is represented by cash
The rest is quite entirely all darkness and ash

So you're not much concerned with shadows that have been cast
By shadows cast by shadows as you were in the past

You're not chasing them not hiding from not tending towards
Not avoiding not affirming not negating of course

It seems you're not much interested it's no longer your life
For you it's like a score of some yard game in sixty-five

You don't deal much in shadows whether they're like this or that
This way or other ways it's only light you're looking at

You notice then the more you look the more there is to see
You're pretty busy steering your pretty boat across the sea

The moment comes you're struck by something simple and profound
There are only two directions here for you to look around

There's light to see and so each time you're looking elsewhere
You're aware of this instead of that for what you really care

There are two directions only they're opposite that's it
Your cash buys gold or else you're buying some implosive shit

That's what that saying pay to play for you exactly means
That's why here when it comes to cash there's mention of kings

It's a matter of what you're paying for with your own attention
There's just no other legal tender here worth a mention

You know what's left behind you don't go back to your past
You're all about what's ahead you're moving steadfast

It's strangely natural as no big deal the whole case
Like something's back where it belongs right in its rightful place


Now you can feel what it might be like what awaits in the end
You're no more one of shadows as you used to pretend

The one who's looking at the light somehow becomes the light
The light that doesn't know such things as darkness or as night

Then if you were to look for any shadows all around
There's only light no shadows there nowhere to be found


But till that end you still have thoughts to think to the end
There are conclusions to derive from all the data at hand

Some implications to be drawn from the self-evident facts
Some premises to follow to their ends to weigh impacts

You have to understand where things belong and what's what
So there's a way for you to go it's not what you thought

And here you are again you feel the path just begins
There are no moves for you no steps no meaningful things

Alternatives and choices have been tried and dismissed
There's a mystery she's playful so you're left touched and kissed

You're running out of options here for some kind of move
There's nothing that you could or should or care to improve

Having all the possibilities exhausted you are trapped
Confined within infinity by which you're gently wrapped

There's still one step for you to take a huge step indeed
Plead with infinity to lead the way to proceed

You are the north pole keeping to the north at any cost
All ways lead to the south so you're baffled almost

Your steps are little by little getting shorter and shorter
Then all the movement stops it's time to put things in order

You had so many things to do what's right and what's wrong
Then you were doing nothing keeping quiet for so long

Then you were more concerned with your concerns by and large
Now they are loosening their grip and losing their charge

What's left when you subtract what isn't right and all that is
That's you at last the dolce far niente rest in peace

Simplicity of such a kind that you just won't believe
Becomes your home your place your space now that is how you live

She includes all complications she is taking them all in
Absorbing and dissolving them remaining still serene

There is nothing that could change her she's an ocean of warmth
Any snowflake touching her becomes her on her own terms

You'd say this cannot be like such a thing cannot exist
Now nothing's there except her nothing meaningful at least

She's a silence though it's not that you somehow should refrain
From the uttering and listening  for some quietude to gain

Whatever may be heard and said whatever's there to add
There are no sounds for the silence to somehow go bad

First there's forcing to keep quiet then it feels quite forced  to speak
In her tender subtle presence everything seems gross and thick

Then you come to know her better and indeed she has the force
To pervade whatever sounds any word or thought of yours

Here apart from her the silence as an embracing space at least
For such things there are no means there are no manners to exist

Done with forcing thought and speech may flow it's natural again
You come to know her as transparency beyond whatever stain

Frankly nothing feels unnatural whatever be the case
There is no such thing that nature is unable to embrace

So there's no felt borderline between what's born and what is made
Artificial and natural are matters of some shade

There are tangibles as there is some imaginary stuff
Both belong to the same level when explored close enough

It goes deeper there's another  that from which whatever springs
The ground level of reality for all existing things

You are that it is your nature so the rest is but a show
Some peculiar adventure you're the water for the snow



You can't get you really serious with exactly anything
This includes sublime supreme the truth for which you used to cling

You can't use "the truth" "the way" the "me" and many other words
Like "spiritual enlightenment" without any quotes

Some peculiar sense of humor of some gallows type indeed
Is developing in you it's not the thing you could impede

No one's there to understand you so you have to be polite
Deep inside you are
a laughing kamikaze in flight

It's a countdown from ten you know you are somewhat at five
Then at four at three and that's what really keeps you alive

Like someone who's taken poison there's a time to wonder why
I am still alive to ask a striking question or am I?

There is not the slightest hope one knows he isn't one of those
There really isn't such a thing as a kind of non-lethal dose

There's no supplement required it unfolds at the right speed
It's an interplay of time and body structure indeed

When you start to feel the truth within your veins affects your brain
You can rest assured the substance wasn't lost on you in vain

Now there seems to be a moment to reflect on life and death
Both the living and the dead are dead it's not about breath

Now you know you've never been alive in any common sense
You're the animating factor life itself you're deathless hence

You cannot you don't know how you have never ever tried
It's nowhere in your experience that you somehow died


You are an ambience a space for things to live their fates
You outlast them you don't  share their expiration dates

There's no such place as there for you you've never been out there
All happens here that's all you know that's how you're aware

You're asking if it matters be there this or that or not
This way or that you answer no and that's your final thought

You're trying to find what matters still there's no such thing at all
You're what you are in any case whatever rise and fall

For you there's no such thing as past except as in your thoughts
The future is but fancied line connecting fancied dots

Hence there's no time apart from what is called imagination
Reality depends on you the only foundation

Then even present isn't there apart from your mentations
Some notions and perceptions  and impressions and sensations

You're zooming in and then you feel as if you're caught again
But you'll be back to what you are you know what happens then

You're zooming out it's that simple all fades except your being
That's why there's nothing anymore that still can hold its  meaning

You have no problems with all things you know they come and go
You're always here to watch them flow eternal status quo


Situations may seem complex
with a lot of knots and ties
But you did your deconstructions you've seen through them with your eyes

So there is no need to do it all the way each time anew
To know what comes to what with no exceptions in the view

There are layers upon layers leading into the abyss
In the ultimate analysis not much there really is

So you shed them one by one and each seems rather small and thin
Then you're running out suddenly of something to run in

You come to see a kind of simple general template
There's no temptation left for you are too fast it is too late

It may pretend whatever but you know it's but a bluff
You know that in your gut that's when it's time for you to laugh

There's nothing anymore that you cannot somewhat embrace
You're being after all alive aware eternal space

There's nothing ever touches you it really just cannot
Mentations rise mentations fall you're staying like so what?

 
You're far from underestimating what you're dealing with
But there's a level where you're well it's always underneath

There can still be for you a lot of pangs and pains to feel
Your freedom lies in that you know what's real and what's unreal

You're dropping your agendas no pursuit's there to maintain
Your doings and becomings fall off like a heavy chain

That ease for any venture was the reason and the end
You got it now you understand all that they really meant

You come to some subtle art of skipping nicely each your turn
Well this is actually the way as you have got to learn

For both of them your real self and the unreal one
No need is there to improve you got it you are done

You leave it to the nature of all things to lead the way
She's good at it far better than were you on your best day

Life lives you as a whole you are not there as a part
You're rather like a move in that her dance you didn't start

It seems at last  you come with her to some exclusive terms
She leads you follow step by step no matter how it turns

You're no more standing in her way you're keeping her in view
You feel she likes it much this way when flows throughout you

So you're becoming a response she gives herself so far
As when there's nothing to respond to you are what you are

You're sitting quietly you're basking in your subtle bliss
You think no longer I am that you know you are just this

You're home as you have always been forever come what may
That's how it goes that's how it feels and that what is the way


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So there are two types of readers some would ask how it is done
Some would ask if the old bore is going to end this tiresome fun

Now some can freely jump straight to the line that stands here first
And for some here's something useful quenching their eternal thirst

Let us look at some examples close to our real lives
Let's get back now to the janitor still chopping sturdy ice

Whether you became an ocean or you stay a frozen drop
There is water still to carry and a lot of ice to chop

You may get the highest prospect it won't hurt to stay streetwise
Let's suppose for now you weren't so you came up with some advice

It proved to be a bad idea to show the nature of the snow
Now you know about shovels more than you would like to know

That's the starting point of our exploratory affair
Some butt-hurt and some resentment of the world oh-so-unfair

There's your mouth spitting words like man you're crazy what the fuck
From the safest distance possible if you're not out of luck

Then you're coming to your senses sensing something with your ass
Like you're straining from the way of the enlightenment alas

Get your ass a cozy pillow as you used to meditate
If you still can sit or else you kneel but that's out of date

Now to the exploration having something to explore
The raw material in plenty all firsthand to say no more

There are two parts to the project one is easy but not simple
One is simple but not so easy both are needful each one's single

Well the easy part requires five simple boxes not too big
Then some pencil and some tray to sort our stuff we're going to dig

All these things may be imaginary what a nice loophole
To find out if they could be otherwise is our goal

Why the boxes why not large why five indeed and not say twelve
That's enough for all the world and all you thought to be yourself

We will put the things we notice into boxes one by one
We will finish pretty soon the easy part will so be done

We don't even have to stay with our immediate content
These are boxes for whatever that is how they are meant

Then the tray we'll need it later it's quite useful a device
To store the universe altogether you included this suffice

Now the pencil real or fancied to sign the boxes what is what
It's a mystical experience though you'd never have so thought

Now we're writing words and numbers not much work just one to five
Representing all you know in this so-called your real life

One: perceptions those are sound touch and taste and sight and smell
Two: sensations itching tingling tension well butt-hurt as well

Three for feelings say emotions moods like anger sadness joys
Four for thoughts some words you're hearing like within some inner voice

Five is imagery close to number one but placed inside
Like some pictures of your past or say a bike you'd like to ride

Done with writing straight to business there's a lot of work ahead
So the pain felt in your buttocks goes to two as it was said

When your parts unjustly injured touch the pillow that's the one
Like the smell of some sweet incense so mind-calming in long run

Waves of rage and clouds of sorrow go for three as you may guess
Wait I'll get you motherfucker that's a four no more no less

You're well armed with a heavy shovel twice as big and twice as hard
It's a five as some daydreaming that can't be from you apart

Well next round going deeper sounds of chopper go to one
Then the tightness in your shoulders stays for two until undone

Peace of mind that you are feeling now instead of a burning grudge
That's a three both things will pass but we are here not to judge

Ruminating all I wanted was to be of help  somehow
Goes for four with no doubt not so helpful thing for now

Straight to five here things get serious close your eyes do not you stare
At the walls around you and well somewhere anywhere

Now tell your room and body at the pillow so alive
In what way those things are present now for you if not as five?

You may get a vivid image a great number of details
In your own imagination so let's see what that entails

If you say I know for sure that the room is here I bet
That is four a mental chatter felt somewhere within your head

That's no more than an assumption so the evidence is weak
But of course you're not that simple to be duped with such a trick

I'll expose you petty fraudster urge to three and words for four
I'll just let my eyes get open you can't fool me anymore

Do it promptly open those your all imaginary eyes
Which you've never seen directly though this too would not suffice

All you see but stains of color loosely sliced into forms
Sorry dear it seems we've opened up a can that's full of worms

You may say I see my room my knees my palms my dirty floor
But you see a seamless canvas all your sayings go to four

By itself the colored canvas goes to one as sight of course
All the lines you draw to split it into things are things of yours

Now you're baffled it goes for three but something's there to come up with
Can't I call someone box four  to validate my own myth?

You don't have to oh those people they are faster than you'd like
Here comes your significant other in the mood for a drastic strike

Hey they say what are you sitting a solid hour around for?
Don't you see the dirt all over take a mop and wash the floor!

Now the boring deconstruction seems to be somewhat of use
There's no floor no mops no water you might say for your excuse

Those are not the things however that they would like to validate
So you end up with a mop of course before it is too late

There is warmth if you are lucky in the water and the heart
So the former goes to one the latter goes to three apart

The harshness felt in your beloved distinctly goes to three again
Sound of their voice to one as well as that tenacious stain

Done with mopping back to practice while reality's at rest
After all we haven't yet  completed our vital quest

Wait you say we're short of boxes there are things that do not fit
Anywhere in the whole system there are holes so it's shit

It's a statement after which you bear the burden of some proof
So you say there is a distance  between the floor and say the roof

That's of course a subtle point that proves that you are really smart
But nothing else as we will see  here once we take it all apart

What's the proper box for distances and things like here and there
It is five as some gut feeling four when thoughts do so declare

Fuck the thoughts but wait a minute why it's five for something real?
It's as real as the taste of your last year's fantastic meal

Our predicament with boxes is of a very special kind
There is just too much for five for things that we are bound to find

All the tangible reality fits shyly one and two
That's precisely five for which we have a lot of work to do

How come daydreams and spacings so much different fit the same?
They are of a kindred nature though distinctive in the name

Smells and sounds seem to vary but belong to one as such
Fear and boredom may feel disparate but related very much

Five stands for imagination which includes a lot of stuff
Notions memories and concepts  are in essence close enough

You might be surprised but movement goes to five beyond a doubt
Just as notions of within and any mentions of without

Things like proprioception kinesthesia feel abstruse
They're between our two and five depending on just how to use

They are ways of thinking only with no actual referents
No more real than your guessing where it leads and how it ends

Take it as your homework to think how this could be the case
So we could somehow move forward at a reasonable pace

Now it's time for you to rebel against denying the obvious things
Making palpables dependent on just how someone thinks

So you can come up with all your real common sense world view
We will see exactly where it all ends including you

You still feel pain in your buttocks though it's softened a little bit
Just enough for you to think of something else as well as sit

Still it's clearly in your buttocks which are in your body right
Which is on the comfy pillow feeling yet somewhat uptight

All this obviousness for now takes place somewhere in your room
That's located in the building if we care for the zoom

The building stands there in the city located on the continent
That's on earth that's in the cosmos pretty much are you content?

It looks as you just dug yourself a lot of work the whole bunch
Although you didn't seem to like those damned shovels very much

So our matters here in question now are tremendous things
It's time for us to some extent  at least to spread our mighty wings

We're dealing with such things here as positioning and containment
That's how goes the path to genuine peace and true contentment

We're done with our whats if you agree we filled our boxes
It's the wheres where we encounter the further paradoxes

So now is the time to ask where all this takes its place
To see if out there could fall somewhat out of grace

Your knees your tighs your palms your nose your plaid your shining floor
The wall with saints and sages all in frames next to the door

The window with a slowly crawling moon and twinkling stars
All this ends up in one or in another box of ours

Well senses always are in a kind of mutual cohesion
This adds up to a reality effect  for our world-vision

We barely can unfeel this shit despite how hard we strive
Our boxes are the lifeline bless the one that's number five

There's nothing wrong with how we see and how we feel and think
Until there is and that's the cause to break the vicious link

Let's start with our body so  that we don't walk too far
It feels like you a genie firmly trapped in a wretched jar

Let's break this thing right now once and probably for all
It's the feeling not the jar that's jarring that is our goal

Despite whatever sensual agreement has to say
There's something we could do to keep the wretch somewhat at bay

We still can scrape the crumbs of our attention all together
To focus like a beam that burns a crappy binding tether

There is no body as we used to think there is as such
Apart from color stains we see and pressure felt with touch

There are occasionally some sounds and alas some smell
But those are rather things we're rather hesitant to tell

The canvas isn't going anywhere so it can wait
To stare or not to stare that is the question of some weight

When eyes wide shut how much is there that body really says?
Now hear the one who really did his time not much ten days

Expansions and contractions coolness warmth and some goose bumps
Some heaviness some lightness something shimmers  something numbs

Some gurgling prickling buzzing throbbing trembling dull or bright
Enough to overfill the number two to tamp it tight

That's all there really is to our body more or less
The rest is of a nature of arbitrary wild guess

We draw the lines connecting some of nearly real dots
To make a bodymap compiled of images and thoughts

Then we become believers like on this I'd bet  my life
It's real it exists indeed it goes  to number five

We're not much into body-fighting we may leave it to the age
All this was rather said to set a kind of proper stage

It's time to separate the wheat from all the excess chaff
In that aforementioned fascinating gorgeous stuff

Where does it really happen where does all of this appear?
The only valid answer would be just precisely here

This should be said again to make it obvious and clear
The only place you've ever been is called exactly here

To tell how you exactly feel inside your own skin
There is no need for one to get  where no one's ever been

Your actual experience as well as anyone's
Is empty space with flickerings that's how it always runs

You're not the solid object undivided monolith
There are no foundations to believe this shabby myth

You're more a fuzzy cloud with no distinct borderline
Where experiences emerge then float around then decline

Sometimes it feels as drippings flows floods or waterfalls
You're the accommodating space without any walls

Sometimes you're watching something here that is coagulating
Then thickening condensing
crystallizing crumbling fading

Sometimes it feels so small a dot a speck a sparkle a flash
Sometimes it fills you like some heavy cloud of smoke and ash

The only thing you've never ever felt it's time to yield
Is any kind of border to divide the whole field

In your direct experience there's no such thing as skin
Separating outside without from inside within

To say again you're always here and never out there
That's how you really feel are you aware or not aware

And here is where you rear up having run around the ring
It's cheap to sit with closed eyes denying everything

It isn't by the way but let's not go into details
Let's check reality again eyes open heads and tails

Eyes open add not much except a bunch of new perceptions
The seeing happens here as all the rest with no exceptions

Some color stains are labeled as the body some as world
In which you're sitting on the puffy pillow snuggly curled

Except the stains all go to five this should be clear by now
The five's the real deal to which we reverently bow

There's nothing outside you as aware alive expanse
You are the stage where everything performs its own dance

But wait you say well what again we're close we're almost there
Wait there are galaxies and quarks of which I'm not aware

Well there's a sanctuary for things alleged that aren't there
The supposed and the presumed and the implied all dwell nowhere

When they come up as thought of getting you as made believe
Crowded dormitory five is where they are allowed to live

Are there things as thought-not-thought and feeling-that's-not-felt
Perception-not-perceived not-sensed-sensation deal-not-dealt?

There is a word for all those things not fit for any box
It's nonsense not a matter to whichever serious talks

It seems we're done or what all clear we didn't go astray
It's time to bring in the big guns it's time to use the tray

Now pour them out empty boxes did their job indeed
The tray is our playground now it's bigger than we need

You may get all mixed up as in the case of real life
Oh don't forget to kiss bye-bye the blessed number five

You'll need a pencil once again unless you chewed it whole
While thinking hard on what is what and where there fits a soul

No numbers here mere word but just you see what kind
Embracing each and every thing that we were able to find

Mentations is the word it's vast it's an umbrella word
Do think on it a bit do write it out loud bold

That's what the tray was for that's what it really was about
If we are here on the same page it's a reason to be proud

Mentations are what anything boils down to at last
They're happenings in conscious space we couldn't get here fast

In a way they are cognitions understandings taken broad
They're instances of knowing not necessarily thought

They're all there is except yourself they're how things really are
Now genie hear they're what went into making of your jar

They're simple things go take a look that is what breaks the spell
The truth that disenchants and so uncaptivates as well

You always thought you were in here enclosed in nesting dolls
We took them all apart they're on the tray there are no walls

Now what are the relationships between all this and you?
It's time to tell the secret known to a chosen few

You by no means can know what's there and are there things at all
Your experiences are what you have they aren't in shortfall

They reach you as some knowing only there's no other means
You are aware of something going on observing scenes

You're grasping meanings watching how they come and stay and go
The only things you always ever do you are you know

You're not involved in anything  you've never ever been
Whatever play begins unfolds then ends you are the scene

You're the eternal context for the transient content
The only subject for whatever object or event

The experience of butt-hurt is  some intense acute sensation
The only way you know it is precisely a mentation

The image of some pie you're going to eat when it's all done
Is real as a mentation of some imaginary fun

The guessing what's the word proprioception supposed to mean
Again is a mentation of confusion clearly seen

Experiences are entirely valid in themselves as such
They don't go any further lead nowhere and don't mean much

The secret is whatever thing be there as you're aware
You do not give a fuck you really blissfully don't care

It's not the boring practice of an equanimous attitude
It's how you really are right now already always dude

Just to make use of this at first this should be recognized
The secret's hidden in plain sight so you would be surprised

The experience of giving something any kind of fuck
Is a mentation in itself go take a look good luck

It floats in you just for a while and then in you dissolves
Just like whatever else there is evolves devolves revolves

There are no big bad wolves at all nowhere far or near
Sometimes you're just aware of some mentation of some fear

It has no power over you though it can pretend to have
The ocean doesn't change not in the slightest from the wave

Oh no no no we let it slip it is too early now
All that was coming just to this we'll handle it somehow

We stopped at two it is not much nondual by itself
But better still than five though not to mention twelve times twelve

We're really close we're almost there so soon we'll get to one
Then get it out of the way and easy part is done

What those mentations really are  that's what we should explore
Get even once for all and have no quarrels anymore

Now catch the hint if one is never seen without another
They're pretty much the same one thing be sure do not you bother

Apart from you awareness pure mentations are not there
Whenever something comes you're always here to be aware

There cannot be such things as dreams that no one dreams about
So anything depends on you without any doubt

And here we reach a point that's known only to a few
You can exist without them they can't without you

There's always something it so seems we're bound to admit
You are dependent in no way on any kind of shit

It's getting pretty serious here so let's digress a bit
Sometimes one needs to strengthen oneself up to drink it neat

There really are some ways to turn it off to shut it out
They say one instant will suffice so let us talk about

There are paths of strong escapists hermits cavemen anchorites
That includes some acrobatics some breath play and some dark rites

Then there are other routes that require at least ten years
And blank wall at which someone with no distraction keenly peers

If you're the one of those then fuck the talk you just keep straight
Though there are some subtle points but this could definitely wait

Some time spent staring well at the interior of your cave
Makes you extremely sensitive towards the truth you crave

If you don't clearly know what you're exactly looking for
You'll find it find again and still keep searching as before

The subtle point that spares you years we should restate anew
You do exist without them they can't without you

The later this is realized the louder you'll laugh
It's real fun unlike some stuff that's mentioned here enough

If you still need some practice here's some piece of good advice
It's a bargain make a deal without even thinking twice

You may read this sacred scripture out loud on repeat
Till you feel it's plain it's obvious it's proverbial fuck this shit

Don't you say it is unholy just because it curses much
That is but skillful means for us to stay somewhat in touch

So back to our topic back to subtleties again
There was a tiny shift the use of do instead of can

This shift to be experienced as your own genuine truth
Is what takes costs of years spent sitting steady through and through

I am without need for this or that to be or not
They're waves in me the ocean so I am no matter what

That's how it always is no matter how for now it feels
To get these both as one is that with what the journey deals

The clarity's the only goal conviction like that's it
You sit and then you know or else you know so then you sit

Those washermen pearl-divers growers gatherers goatherds
They thought about godhead oddly not just their butt-hurts

They washed some gold they grew some crops they gathered something whole
They even picked up a couple of pearls diving into some deep hole

But oceans waves it seems those days they didn't have the screens
So stared idly at all sorts of deadly boring things

God bless the real things we have deep holes of our days
Let's talk in terms of screens the truth may shine in many ways

Screens are much like our tray both are capacious both are flat
The screen's a more compelling thing however to look at

Screens beat the trays hands down with an elegance and grace
How many people do you know that are really swallowed into trays?

You're rather like the screen not that rectangular of course
You're limitless and infinite that's the real state of yours

Sometimes there's a flood of images sometimes there isn't much
You're as you are no matter what unchangeable as such

Mentations are the happenings in you the conscious space
You lend whatever place to be or not to be with grace

There are no things that make you something else that you are not
But you've forgotten how to see this way so you are caught

How many people do you know again who are staring at the screens?
It is what's going on the top that matters by all means

So as below so above the seeing matters most
Right now you see the screen without noticing almost

There are some letters adding up to words comprising sense
But all there is to letters is the screen and nothing else

No letters here no image that's somehow beyond the screen
They come and go as actors on an ever-present scene

It's time here to collapse all the duality at last
They don't exist apart from you encompassing and vast

What those goatherds were good at idly staring walls and waves
They learned to turn it off to shut all down they found their ways

They saw the empty screen without anything on top
That's how they got to know the screen that's how they reaped the crop

It's reproducible enough but not that easy though
So here's the essence of what they found clear for you to know

You lend a tiny part of yours for something to exist
You are the only substance for whatever to subsist

You take those shapes just for a fleeting instant on and off
They come and go you're staying all beyond and all above

When you see the mighty hero kissing hard the heroine
This barely obstructs your secret knowledge of the screen

It is the play of pixels getting in and out of light
Do you really have to break it into pieces is this right?

You were when they were not you'll be here when all they are gone
You're always here you have no wheres you have no whys to run

Mentations are the knowings going on inside of you
In you the field of knowing they happen out of the blue

That leads to some conclusions of an interesting kind
Their differences are lesser than you may expect to find

Beyond the outward appearance differences are few
All things have just one taste so even chicken tastes like you

There are so many things in our dreams as we may find
Not one is made of anything except the dreamers mind

It seems the easy part is almost coming to the end
The real state of things has been explained to some extent

But wait you say I'm here and nothing's changed in here so far
I'm feeling as it were still like a genie in a jar

That's where after all the simple part comes into play
Still not so easy though but practicable direct way

At first back to the basics feelings fill the box that's three
The thinking and the wording are the four we should agree

The genie and the jar they both belong to number five
And now for us there's something much much deeper here to dive

Mentations are mentations though there's one here in their midst
Essentially different mostly overlooked and  missed

They all are understandings all are knowings of some kind
There's an extraordinary one as now we're going to find

Amongst the others that are knowings of all that and this
There's knowing that I am which we so often used to miss

The body on the pillow is an image on the screen
But you are something different you're the seer for the seen

The body was a baby was a youngster in those days
You were here all the way not changing in whichever ways

It's you the screen the ocean and the dreamer that's the goal
And here is one simple means to know yourself in full and whole

Whenever you are asked like are you here are you aware?
Your answer would be yes of course because you're really there

It's sure knowing that's beyond all doubts and debates
You are you're here that's basic truth before distinctive  traits

Mentations go mentations fade as if they've never been
Except this one I am I know that's knowing of the screen

The absolute is not that far in fact it's always here
Your simple knowing of yourself is how it does appear

That is the ocean's knowing of itself through you the wave
Just ponder this is really something higher here to crave?

That's where to look to find the vast eternal conscious space
Your feeling that I am is what they call the gateless gates

Your knowing of your being is in every way unique
It has no opposites at all nondual so to speak

I'm happy I am sad I'm young I'm old thin fat etc.
I am without equals it's the absolute you see

There's nothing more familiar there's nothing more sublime
It's sacred and mundane throughout times beyond the time

This knowing that I am is where you could and should find rest
Just contemplate it keenly with an open interest

Make room amidst incessant chores then sit and watch this one
That's all there is to know to do that's how it is done

It's what you are accustomed to there's nothing hard and tough
In watching some mentations you are seasoned well enough

Now look at this one overlooked and lost among all these
It seems like any other at first sight but this one frees

Because it is so obvious so simple so intimate
Whatever other things appear we used to overrate

There's one example so many logs are stacked in a pile
They're all alike but this one burns do think a bit then smile

It leads beyond itself to god the infinite expanse
When seen with love and keenness then it gradually expands

So stick to it cling tightly meditate on this one thing
Just hold to it as if it were your soul's sole life ring

At first it's slow but it leads to some profound shift
I'm the eternal presence not some kind of fleeting shit

Whatever else you see your boxes are for such and such
The only thing that doesn't fit nowhere matters much

It's just so simple that easily falls out of your sight
To say again don't let it slip get used to keep it tight

But do it lightly tensions efforts is this some combat?
You're always that no matter what just look and look at that

You're not creating anything that wasn't here before
You're not attaining anything besides your own core

It is your own nature own essence own heart
Are there more important things why not exactly start?

If there be a word for that then presence would suffice
As well as being for example but words are not precise

And though it is your own presence being and whatnot
You share it seamlessly with that you call the lord your god

So when you look into I Am whatever feels as that
One day you suddenly begin to feel you are looked at
 
It's hard to speak about there's some mystery at play
But now you have for starters something useful don't delay

Of course there are some questions  how to live with that at all?
But there's a limit to the length of our modest scroll

There's question still about how to deal with those people
The sense of I is common wish all that would be that simple

You feel you're almost done there's so much bliss oh what again?
I feel you should immediately take out the trash can!

There are some deeper questions as deep sleep past lives and god
This should in-depth be dealt with in the volume thirty-third

But in conclusion just one thing before the ink runs out
You are becoming gradually like that you care about

You merge with that you busy with that you are looking for
To be yourself just keenly watch yourself and nothing more