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Sooner or later, our little creation will crash and burn.
So it goes, deal with it, get over it, move on.
Just be ready to roll with the punches,
When Mother Gaia lays down her one and only law,
And proves beyond any doubt, what has always really been in charge.
39
No doubt we can probably all afford,
To be a bit less pretentious, a smidgen more humble,
Considering the entire universe may well be,
About as significant as a grain of sand,
In the breadth and depth of it all.
44
It takes a great deal of mettle,
To doubt to the essential core of awareness.
Immortal fare is not for the meek who will inherit the earth,
And the dreaming it every moment inspires.
50
Any Supreme Being must surely be an amalgamation of all the greats:
Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, Superman,
Harvey, Peter Pan, Tinker Bell, and Captain Hook.
Much easier to accept any given phantasm,
Than to doubt to the nth degree.
58
It is suffering that compels us to scrutinize our universes more closely.
We were all immortal before the manifest dream inspired us to doubt otherwise.
What a master teacher, pain, in all its ever-changing ways and means,
For as long as its lessons can be endured, and survived.
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What a baffling, vexing, amazing, even astonishing thing,
To run into supposedly intelligent people who lack the doubt,
And are harbor to the critical thinking capacity of potato heads,
When it comes to superstition, and so many other absurdities.
How is it we have survived ourselves as long as we have?
68
The realized state cannot be forced, it cannot be persuaded.
Wisdom and insight are obviously not for all.
There is no use seeking something,
For which there is not the catalyst of doubt.
82
Doubt until there is nothing left to doubt.
88
To all who truly, earnestly doubt,
It is You, you truly pursue,
In that awareness, so matchless,
Where all trails end, at the end of You.
100
Imagine, if from your beginning,
You were among a modest, wise people,
Who clearly imparted that You were the mystery.
That You were the epicenter of your individual universe.
A guardian of this garden, and that the entire universe about You,
Was filled with teachers, each valued for their gift, whatever it might be.
And that You were also one of their teachers, likewise valued, likewise ordained.
Imagine that You were brought up with the certainty, that each and every fellow life form,
From the very smallest to the very largest, are all kin in the highest sense,
And that You are a solitary witness to the eternal song of mystery,
Never to doubt, even once, that You are truly of the One.
106
What is life for the pessimist but brief moments of serenity between great bouts of irritability.
110
Born to see it clearly or not, born to realize it beyond doubt or not,
Rest assured, rest content, rest absolute, in the good news,
That You are it, have ever been it, will ever be it.
111
You cannot free your Self without a healthy dose of doubt.
114
An absolute wellspring of irony, of paradox, of doubt, of absurdity;
Is what You must be, to wantonly, to brazenly, to fearlessly, to recklessly,
Peer prior to the sensory mind, behind the imaginary veil, of this vaporous Oz.
116
How can you help anyone who lacks the wit and courage to doubt?
133
Those many who harbor in hope,
Should beware the cynic whose light shines bright,
Upon the countless absurdities, that run amok in human mind and deed.
141
If your concept of a deity does not incorporate you as more than a sheep,
To be herded to and fro, in some groupthink-follower collective,
Then perhaps you need to incite some serious doubting,
For a very up-the-ante, worldview change-up.
Slap your Self, so to speak, very hard.
142
That so many maltreat others, in so many cruel ways, is beyond all reckoning.
Some abide the barbarity through stoic cynicism and ironic repartee,
And others through compassionate, selfless, heartfelt service.
The human dreamscape finds time and place for all.
149
We must each wander alone, through the decline, toward the demise.
Coping can include cynicism, stoicism, fatalism, absurdity, conviction.
165
Soul gorp for those who doubt; those who fathom irony and paradox.
167
Earth is earth, wind is wind, water is water, fire is fire.
Once you, without doubt, without equivocation, fully understand this,
And that these forces interact in every way imaginable,
And that you are eternal witness to it all,
What else is there to know?
168
Doubt until truth,
Becomes so Self-evident,
That all doubt dissolves into You.
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As doubt seeps through the many cracks of the dike You have in mind erected,
You can run, but You cannot hide; like it or no, You are embarked upon an odyssey within.
You have the potential to be a Buddha, a Christ, a whatever-You-want-to-call-it,
If You can just get past the countless limitations of idolatry and dogma.
184
What inquiry can there really be, without unquenchable skepticism?
185
Identification with the body has created all this absurdity.
No doubt, that it is a good idea, to take reasonable care of it,
Elsewise, it will cause you no end of distraction of a lesser kind.
211
Irony and paradox, the keys to unraveling doubt.
242
Another day witnessing the monkey-mind play itself out.
Mass delusion and insanity on a worldwide scale.
No doubt any aliens watching us have plans,
To keep the contagion from spreading.
243
To those attached to one dogma or another,
You are either all right, or you are all wrong.
We all have to come from the same beginning,
And all assertions about it, are utterly meaningless.
So, drop the inanity, roll out the doubt, and figure it out.
246
From the now so-long-ago entry into this dream world,
You have been conditioned to believe so many things truly matter,
And have gradually discerned many of them, if not all,
To indeed be very dubious assumptions.
Where to now, Pilgrim,
Now that doubt is your filament?
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Some are blessed, though many might argue, cursed beyond measure,
With a sense of doubt, with a capacity for irony and paradox,
With a skeptical wit that gradually transports them,
Into a transcendent, indivisible no-mind.
A rare fate, this return to wonder,
To which all are beckoned, few are chosen.
256
Endlessly fascinating how some cannot help but doubt,
While others are, even to the point of savagery, entirely incapable of it:
“What!? Make me think!? Make me question!? How dare you!! Infidel!! I will kill you!!”
260
The infant begins with no knowledge,
Of what it is seeing, hearing, touching. tasting, or smelling.
Over time, the collusion into which it has been cast, will sculpt it to its own ends.
Few will likely ever doubt with enough abide-alone courage,
To decline and return to the natural state.
262
Ignorance, being its own distorted, corrupt end;
There is really very little point in debating with any true believer.
If someone is seething dogma about anything fashioned of this manifest dreamtime,
Then it is no doubt much less bothersome to put them behind you,
And just walkabout some other direction.
269
The doubt of your doubt by others,
Can be an undermining, infecting snare.
The quest for certainty is a solitary pursuit.
You may spark others, but must ever be vigilant,
Lest the flame be inadvertently damped by ignorance.
270
To be imbued with certainty, to be without even a smidgeon of doubt,
How is that even vaguely, remotely, figuratively, tenuously possible?
282
The gentle cynic is indifferently agnostic.
293
The lack of doubt is a wall that cannot be surmounted.
296
Idolatry and dogma are the barren harvest of those who lack the seed of doubt.
299
A most challenging thing, not to grow more inflexible,
More harsh, more cynical, as the world daily takes its toll.
To be as a child; innocent, free, untainted, uncarved, unbroken;
Is a momentary awareness, only timeless minds realize.
306
Challenging as it all too often is,
Try not to be too blinded by your cynicism.
Despite the play and its players,
There is wonder in it all.
314
Who can say who or what or when or where or why or how,
The seeds of doubt are planted, take root, get watered, and grow to fruition.
It is, as all things ever are, the same ineffable mystery from all beginnings to all endings.
322
Few are inflicted with the great doubt,
That eventually conveys them all the way back,
To the ephemeral awareness prior to all consciousness.
So many temptations, so many distractions, so many delusions,
On the long and winding ever here now road home.
325
What makes no sense to most,
May be the only thing that does to You.
Standing completely alone, is really the only option,
For those whose doubting, discerns the truth within and without.
327
Only non-followers, non-believers, non-identifiers,
Those courageous and intelligent and skeptical enough, to stand alone,
Will ever have the doubting wit to discern the truth of it.
Many are called, but few are chosen.
336
Without the subtlety of great doubt, truth is veiled,
Behind every conceivable whim of imagination.
341
The smug, self-righteous arrogance of true believers,
Likely propels many a doubter even further afield.
343
What could be more yawn than sitting alone on a cloud,
Occasionally flapping a couple useless wings,
Trying to learn how to play a harp?
At least some of that fat,
Might get burnt off carousing in hell.
Going to be one heck of a wild and crazy, no doubt.
356
Buy into a meme, and your life will whirl,
Its constricted pattern for the rest of your existence.
Doubt is the saving grace from a mind chock-full of absurdity.
359
How can anyone look at all these fellow creatures small to great,
And not, without doubt, discern the obvious fact, that within each and every one,
Is the same indelible source, the same awareness, the same intelligence?
That all are the same omnipresent, omniscient witness as you.
366
What is required to awaken,
Is to inwardly pay very close attention,
In a non-intellectual, prior-to-consciousness way,
Until you very logically, without doubt, discern for your Self,
That you, the witness, the observer, are the observed.
All duality is the concoction of imagination.
371
Doubt cannot be transplanted.
387
Why do you doubt your light?
Why do you doubt your truth?
Why do you doubt your Self?
415
Freedom is in the doubting of everything imagined.
417
Who was that masked
Infant … child … adolescent … adult?
One in the same, no doubt.
423
If you do not doubt,
You may well mindlessly accept,
Traditions, dogmas, rituals, symbols, superstitions,
And delusional ignorance in general,
As the mainstays
Of that which is truth alone.
435
Surrounded as you are by the sensory play,
An ether replete with earth and air and water and fire,
You are, You have ever been, You will ever be,
Totally, without doubt, completely alone.
449
What is it like to be so without doubt, so uncritical, so unskeptical,
As to be all together complacent, consenting, to the given propaganda?
What are the circumstances, the dynamics, that fashion the true believer?
454
Doubt until you doubt it not.
461
There are, no doubt, many, many extraordinary,
Inexplicable moments in any existence.
Porcelain thrones are like that.
478
The ultimate truth, by whatever metaphors are used to describe it, is unquestionable,
Undoubtable, indisputable, unarguable, undebatable, incontestable, undeniable, irrefutable,
Incontrovertible, unmistakable, unequivocal, certain, sure, positive, definite, absolute, conclusive,
Watertight, ironclad; beyond doubt, beyond the shadow of a doubt, beyond dispute,
Beyond question, not in question, not in doubt, sure as shootin'.
480
To accept blindly is foolish; to doubt rationally is prudent.
Why should you accept anything you have not discerned for your Self?
Why accept any fable, any myth, any legend, any folktale, any fairytale, any invention,
Without some reservation, some critical inquiry, some judicious oversight?
486
As with any organism small to great born into this whirling garden world,
Human consciousness seeks out similar wavelengths within the spectrum of possibilities,
Thus preserving, spreading whatever perceptions, whatever memes, are harbored in the given mindset.
To discern one’s conditioning, and perchance to be free of it, or at least attentive to it,
Requires a skeptical, introspective nature of the highest order.
491
All the so-called scriptures were written by seers and sages,
Really no different than anyone who has pondered existence before or since.
We are all cousins of the same puddle, responding to the life and times into which we are cast.
The geography, culture, language, technology, and on and on, are inevitably different,
But guaranteed, beyond all doubt, we are all very much the same monkey-mind,
And prior to that, very much the same quantum stardust of all creation.
It is but a veiled, temporal play, in which the myriad players,
Are, in the ultimate eternal reality, one in the same.