All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?

Dirty pile jank clutter living,
my spirit is infinite and free;
radiant expanse of being inside,
to manifest one must simply exist.

Man born, laughs, lives:
man loves, weeps, bleeds, exists:
all to extend, expand, expound,
extrapolate each contradicting hypothesis:
(conjecture false silly inexact understanding.)
Human preferential casual distortion of sacred truth occurring,
mysterious dao of polluting sapiens.

Ego stumble ‘bout,
find thing good,
leave bad one:
Confusion King
sits on Throne
of weird delirious
trippy happenstance
nightmarish reality
of the deep black
in which I,
abiding ever,
float effortless
in whiteness.