purpose shmurpose verse

reality has no purpose;

love has no purpose;

purpose is a red herring

in the pulp fiction of your memory.


anything done on purpose

is already done

before it's done

so nothing is done.


reality does

the unknown

in the name

of love.


there's one purpose

in the paradox of life

without a purpose:

wake up!



love is causeless;

all the rest have more

than ten thousand and thirty-one,

except compassion

which is also causeless.


my 'i am'

and your 'i am'

are the same 'i am.'

one and all together,

it's called love.


love,

unlearn

and be.

the rest:

wait and see.



beware of any truth

that thinks

it is the highest truth;

that's not truth

but just another religion.


there is only

the one good book:

being.

read its silence today.


this is the first line of the rest of this verse.



bye bye sweet duress,

hello emptiness.


there’s a point when it takes such an effort

to play the role of yourself

or watch the play itself

that the curtains close

all by themselves.