WEEKLY WTF
01-13-25 Edition
Morning’s Caress
Morning’s caress
photons of light
consuming the cold
of retreating night
Pulsating plasma
a warm caress
time to begin
today’s game of chess
Bathing in orange
there must be a rhyme
but not with orange
I’m bathing in time
Lines of this world
illusions they are
behind the eye
projected so far
Constant surprises
with any luck
I’ll keep this one clean
oops I said “fuck”
Now all is warm
in this cold world
sensory data
and thoughts all a’swirled
Light loves drama
it puts on a show
ok well- that’s it
to work I must go
But wait one more thing
ask what is true:
Is truth what you see
or think or you do?
Just ask the sky:
what it is without cloud?
Rippling waves:
a calm ocean’s shroud
We aren’t our thoughts
they try to shirk
speaking of which
I gotta go work
But before I do
digest this thought:
you are existence
forget what you’re taught
This scene that you see
just a piece of glass
put down your phone
don’t be a dumbass
It’s not what is seen
or thought that is true
it’s the seer that sees
that seer is you!
Just open your eyes
it won’t cost a buck
I really do have to work
off I go- what the fuck?
Your Self
What is not owned cannot be stolen.
What is not coveted cannot be denied.
What is not hoped for cannot cause disappointment.
Free yourself.
Move through this world as a wind, caressing and purifying everything in your path but clinging not. The breath of the heavens carries every scent and gives of itself to all lungs with equanimity.
Feel yourself.
Flood into life’s estuary like the sea. Inundate circumstance with the salt of your tears and your loud laughing waves, but withdraw without sorrow when the tide turns. Your alloted moisture must eventually ebb and return to the silent and singular depths.
Know thy fucking self.
Examine every single thought cloud until you learn to simply watch them pass. Feel fully- every electrical tempest and emotional storm but always know that these things merely exist within you.
Let your life be like the wind; free, expansive, equanimous.
Feel your life to be like that of water; flowing, patient, inundating.
Realize your nature as that of the sky; eternal, empty, awake.
Dedicated to Miracle Maisie Mae
Toodaloo
