WILD BOHEMIA

WILD BOHEMIA

26.3.13

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. My witness is the empty sky.

It's all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It's a dream already ended. There's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.. We are  God, we are Buddha, we are an imperfect Ray Smith all at the same time, we are an empty space, we are all things. we have all the time in the world from life to life to do what is to do, to do what is done, to do all the timeless doing, infinitely perfect within, why cry, why worry, perfect like mind essence; Don't concern yourself with things you can't control. Stop re-reading the past because you cannot lead to the future. The world is full of highs and lows - your passion, and your success isn't measured by what you survive and what you fail. Your passion, ambition, guts your glory is measured by how many times you get up to fight again. Fight for your beliefs, your life, your rights, your love. Your love. Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone. 

































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