Leftovers
Who are you?
What are you?
Where are you?
When are you?
Why are you?
How are you?
And …
Who-what-where-when-why-how
Makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?
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Who are you? What are you? Where are you? When are you? Why are you? How are you?
And who-what-where-when-why-how makes you so goll-darned-friggin’-beyond-all-doubt sure?
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What serenity to let go all the wanting, all the dread,
To inhale and exhale without concern, without doubt.
To see it all, and want it not, is the greatest freedom.
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No doubt a fair-to-middling portion of the world is always churning away
On every ways and means to bring any Rome’s little game to its knees.
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In the Bhagavad Gita, in Lord Krishna’s discourse with the warrior, Arjuna,
He states the manifest aspect consists of eight material energies:
Earth, water, fire, air, ether, mind, intellect, and ego.
And that the higher nature is the life force
That permeates all things and sustains the Cosmos.
This two-fold nature is the womb of all beings and things.
It is the source of all Creation, and that into which it dissolves.
That there is nothing higher than the Self that clearly discerns this,
That “All That Is” hangs upon this Self like “pearls threaded on string.”
And that those few who absolutely, without doubt, see this, become That I Am.
Soundbites
To journey where these thoughts point requires a doubt few can long sustain.
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Doubt what the world spins, not your Self.
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What is the point of contemplation and meditation, of philosophy, but to remove all doubt.
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Doubt that is quite what Jesus had in mind.
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Getting old is filled with so many bothers, and no doubt many more just beyond the horizon.
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No doubt, no worries.
Breadcrumbs
No doubt the rare, dedicated reader will discover many spelling and grammatical errors,
As well as any number of vernacular uses that torment Grammar Nazis without end.
Alas, dictionaries, thesauruses, and spellcheck, can only save me so many times.
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I have certainly written humankind off.
As you have no doubt heard me say more than once,
It has been interesting, but I would never do this to my Self again.
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Could cynicism be any darker than what I have herein painted?
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Don’t know, but I doubt it.
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Mowgli in the forest out the back door,
Huck Finn in the Mississippi across the street,
Sisyphus daily pushing the boulder up the mountain,
Johnny Appleseed casting his reflections about,
The Joyful Curmudgeon cynically amused,
Jester Amok unleashing definitive fare,
And Peter Pan in the essence of all.
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Getting old is filled with so many bothers, and no doubt many more just over the horizon.
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How monotonous to be surrounded by true believers,
Followers, minions, sycophants, groupies, toadies, gofers, hangers-on,
Devotees, disciples, flatterers, adherents, supporters, admirers, enthusiasts, underlings,
Cronies, yes men, fans, acolytes, favorites, optimists, subordinates, slaves,
Fawners, bootlickers, brownnosers, and ass-kissers.
Give me a nitpicking skeptic and a grousing cynic any day.
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Yup, I’ll forget you, too, and you, me, no doubt, no worries.
My (Not Quite) Haiku
Can any cloud be more dark
than the stoical cynicism I bear
towards the dream dancing in my mind?