the mind translates nothing

how extremely sensitive the senses

that they record all this permanent something

out of that changeable space of consciousness.

consciousness riding consciousness is the natural rodeo event.


cawse, cawse, cawse: the crows of karma call.

consciousness is the single eye with six billion pupils.

nothing but neti.

when the fire burns the fire the fire goes out.


there is no individual,

but just an involuntary selection

from the collective of selections.

the big bang takes place first thing every morning.

god wakes and then the world yawns.


not too curious

that an atheist will profess disbelief in god

yet hold on for dear life to the belief in one's self.

i.r.s. therefore i 'r me.

becoming a person was like losing one's virginity;

it's very difficult to undo,

despite the truth that nothing was ever done.


the mind translates nothing into this world.

the mind translates nothing into this world,

including the mind.

translation happens before language evolves.


eyesight is an optical illusion.

the qualities and their seeming variances

of the consciousness of touching and seeing

creates the notion of a body within a world.

the 1/x files: there's nothing out there.


even the premeditated is spontaneous.

if it sounds spiritual, then it's really not.

seeing the utter meaninglessness of all concepts,

especially overtly spiritual ones attempting

to offer meaning, including this one!