These Words, Never Spoken Yet Heard

Chasing down dreams like phantom shadows, like sand through fingers, they spontaneously deconstruct and unpack effortlessly myriad meanings, pointing nowhere, a riddle that leaves no room for any permanence, nothing is fixed.

Going nowhere, yet always arriving.

This journey without beginning or end. The journeyless journey. 

These words, never spoken yet heard. 

This illusory precious human life

The Buddha, shock and awe, shock and awe.

Let the peaceful and wrathful appearances be, no need for fear, no need for panic. 

Honestly, nothing to do, no one to do it.

Just love, dissolve and love.

Get out of the way, let love be, don't fight it.

Surrender triumphantly. 

This illusory precious human life, a miracle beyond all conception.

Be grateful, "you" deserve this. "You" earned it.

Infinite merit = this present moment. 

These wordless words dissolve and appear. 

It all comes together and falls apart, right on the spot, right on the dot.

Quit struggling, don't fight that which never was.

These wordless words, which never were spoken.

Those are the only words worth listening to, that which is unspoken yet perfectly clear.

Better yet to not listen, then all is heard. 

These words of utter madness, came of themselves. 

Yes, words of a crazy man, but beware of the false prophets of sanity.

Sanity in samsara is nothing but a great lie.

There is no sanity in samsara.

There is no safe space in samsara.

There is no place to hide or be comfortable in samsara.

These words were written to remember that which can never be forgotten.

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David Penn Trinley Arndt in 2020.