TheOpenMinds

Millions of faces Locked in their own absolutions Self-constructed worlds Seemingly so real Longing for connection For basis promised long ago Tortured by the comforts Of vulgar self-deception There is no escape From our false realities There is no truth Universal to us all And we'll continue the judging We'll continue our mindless paths While time flow mocks us all Its destruction Unavoidable We'll live in our own filth Its stench so incomprehensible We'll let ourselves be tricked By delusions Self-righteous What we feel It doesn't matter What we know Has already been falsified Unobtainable And so out of reach Is the world we live in I

To those who dirty their knees in prayer Who beg for forgiveness all night and day I say your Almighty Lord is not there Can't you see you're wasting your lives away? What is this deity, but a tyrant? The source of anger, ignorance and pride In his name wars are fought while good men stay silent Who can be beaten, with God on their side? He's all too human, as one would expect Of a being born in flawed mammal minds We're worshipping ourselves, when we reflect On the qualities of man that spellbind. No divine hand moves o'er the lands and waters The cosmos don't rely on a design As for us, the stars above are our fathers Our mot

It is said that all knowledge is worth knowing, that ignorance has never deferred the ignorant. But the depths of elation and despair are neither. All learning is done so that in some future all the synapses will connect, and in that connection we may peer with inquisitive eyes into the depths of space-time. Perhaps in this we may feel out some greater grain to make of ourselves something whole, and in that wholeness there may be nothing known but truths. But what of the unknown? Perhaps feeling resides in the space between lies. Uncertainty is pensive of the want to know more, and affection is ignorant of a bitter failing

In between life and death You are born to reality Between being and non-being You experience all fully In understanding and blindness You can truly comprehend Between thinking and non-thinking You become totally aware The nature strives for balance And all around maintains it A slippery slope to hold on to A state too perfect to exist In a world shaped of A myriad of spinning triangles Their surfaces glitter and shine Their middles between three opposites Stop seeking perfection And you can move around freely Forever jumping back and forth You have your self-purpose

Escapism, Part 3 (or—on the pursuit of truth) Sometimes escape comes in the form of staying still through sediment and lethargy of the will. Do not be quick to judge your opposition for not conforming to your position; The proper method for seeing "right" is not a violent, dragging fight. No it is truth, a solid rock which weathers time and never loses its stock. And this most precious treasure is acquired neither by emotion or pleasure but rather the faithful, ardent labor of reason experience and time. The truth, then, is what one must seek and only then may his journey begin. For opinion is a field of tall-grass wher

Freedom is black Freedom is empty Freedom is existence and non-existence Tied together by a disappearing Thread of consciousness Freedom is dark and There is no light that can disturb it Mind that wanders with no body Unconstrained by its own thoughts Through the universe of events Freedom is pure Freedom is weightless and blank Freedom stretches the time And dissolves it like ice That evaporates into the nothingness Into the singularity of being

Observe the world around But do not try to control it You cannot control what has its own pace You can only observe and change within Observe the mindless people Understand their actions and thoughts Observe the clouds in their dance Observe your pain and learn from it With plain observation comes pure knowledge Of things how they are without your judgment Effort to control gives an illusion that you change The world that is unchangeable and out of reach Give in to the truths you see Without prejudice know what's real Without fear read the mind of god And see yourself in his face

There is nothing special about existence All is without any significance or reason There is nothing about beauty or ugliness Nothing special about joy or fear All are sides of a hyper-dimensional coin And there is nothing special about either of its sides All of them are but one being That is not special in its uniqueness And there is nothing special about knowledge Nothing about a meditating mind No significance in enlightenment or damnation All are part of one consciousness Yet we continuously need to keep tasting Varieties of the one existence Although there is nothing special about what we see A blinded mind still creates i