More silent responses to A Mere Temptation
    The work is to consummate the soul, the spirit is conflict, the conflict is: the Soul is Boredom, without the soul is oblivion; to remain aloof from the work is stagnation. The Soul doesn't see it that way.
      Is there another soul?
We love the serpent and the trees, otherwise we'd shut up
                                                  about them.
     There are wordless mes and meless words, and things altogether,
     and things altogether other. Otherless beyond, and maybe
 Newest technologies come of insane better visions, but who says better?
  Every prophet was a madman once. Every definition of prophecy
   is a description and a diagnosis of now.
   The spirit has fear, it loves, the soul is beyond all that,
    the animal responds. 

My best writing on online poetry was what I wrote on the COVID-19 poem. On the Internet too. On the Amazon sidewalks. It was deleted before I posted it. I wonder who else could have read it, if no one here did. Did it just so happen a technological problem happened then?

Jesus walked naked in the world,
he exposed himself,
all his shame and guilt, paranoia and fear,
he saved himself by destroying himself;
then he said, You come too.

All love is sexual, all opposition friendship;
fear is balanced by mercy
of and for ourselves and others.

Incest and rape are mere fearful thoughts,
we have mercy on ourselves and others,
that is the strength of the dame with the lion.
The raven in the cave, the dove in bright sunlight.

                         .  .  .

  The world is in the trunk, the WORLD is all
  the sky in the star.
  The trunk we carry, the burden we donkey.

      Hold fast, whale in the atmosphere, let go;
      the water is cleansing;
      starbait, fishbite;
      turn your rods to rods and piss a flood;
      the ark is a slave ship,
      throw your burden in the water and swim like me.

Don't care what the others say, [or] they love you.

                      .  .  .  .

                    It rides every horse.
                    Wears every hat It likes or wants.
          The fiddler is in the basement.
          The tea is in the north.
Heavy drifter, sit down a while, there'll be plenty of light
for leaping, soon. Only remember, there is
no space and time only land and lore.

What is?
What knight? What rabbit?
Call It Influence Theory, call It Integral Theory, call It Ivanka Trump,
                                                        call It the Institute of Technology.
Call It azathoth, call It deadlights. It is It. It IS.

                  I am only one man,
no matter what they say,            at the end of the day.
Hey I read and admire these ?
Every prophet was a madman once. And will be again.

One law for the Christ and the Cynic is masturbation.
So go fuck yourself.    (0riginally Go fuck yiouself. Typos have brains of their own.:.Every mind is a libel, I mean, Bible of its own. And I ammean)

Die daily. Carson.
Ignorance is a virtue, and Mystery is a church and a cave and 
a wide open field and a forest and a walking path and a paved
road and a dream and a joke and all that's forgotten and unknown.

Imagination is nondual magic. And nonduality contains duality.

Self-reliance is all your influences, all mysteries, all
self, all living.

                  Truth, and Knowledge, is a bottomless
pit with a beautiful Virgin riding a horse
called Salvation at the bottom.

    The Dragon of Living, which is living spirit,
guards the Treasure of All Realities by pushing you
up violently away from It into Transcendence. The
dragon's name is Not-Two, and he survives on horsemeat and
the bloodwine of broken hymens.
To his right is a table where is set a bowl of thorns obscuring a flower to represent the integrity of his Simplicity. On the floor behind the table are two jugs of white wine, a symbol of his Wisdom. On the table is his Cup.
He wears a Mr. Perfect double-singlet to symbolize his Seriousness, and The Original Sheik curled toe boots to show how he walks between cultures. And he wears a bathroom [sic: bathrobe] to display his Humor, which covers portions of his Seriousness, and make Allusions to unique and (so-called) dubious religions such as Dudeism. He takes a throne as a seat.

I AM ad hoc ad libitum Samraj sits before the listeners with their backs to their Shadows on the wall.

                      The golden ball beyond the sun is beyond truth and reality.
Universal love.                                                                                      Selfless desire.
                Beyond itself. Beyond an image. Beyond a symbol. Beyond a concept.
                                                      Beyond It.

                                                No will is true will.
                                            Responsibility is always.
      No apologies.                                                                        No blame.
      No explanations.                                                                  No regret.
                                          No need to have to forgive.
Laughing.                                                                                                Healing.

His first talk done, some Philosophy student asks a question in all honesty.

I AM replies.

People tell me there areas around the country where people are suffering. I say, so what?
Rather than their suffering add to mine, why not my joy add to theirs?

Everything you've thought, felt, seen, heard, everything you've done, you can't not have done.
This is not fatalism, is not predestination.
  Not quite.
      No will and true will are the same.
Weren't thinking. Forgot. Made a mistake or an error.
Can't change what's been.
Don't apologize. No need to put blame on anyone or anything.
Don't explain. No need to even have to forgive anyone or anything.
            Laugh at everything and heal everything.

Forget the commonplace moralizing of commonsense Cynics, and embrace the commonplace.
I found Sublimity standing under a lime tree.

Some mug asks a Political question.


The Left and the Right are correct. [A five-year-old is heard saying, "Can I go home now?"]

The Left and the Right are correct. If people have the rights to live as and how they like, they'll be happier and freer. If values are changed or eliminated, cultures and civilizations will loosen and break. There's an easy solution to this problem. The [clears throat] The Left accepts: Laugh at everything. Forgive everything. Heal everything. Wherein nothing is sacred, including your painful history and your precious identity. The Right accepts: Mad Max philosophy, where everything is sacred, even the punks and badlanders among the ruins of your Paradise.

This is all very simple. Even simplistic. It's even possible it may not bring on The Time of the Great Boredom.

  I'm arrogant and proud, I'm self-deprecating and defecating.
 I've got my Hermit's staff, my Diogenes' lantern, my Hotei's sack.
I've got feet for walking and a mouth for talking.

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