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Ultimate reality


This is not the ultimate reality My perceptions limit my understanding Two words like; here, now, myself Really, all labels are false Every attempt of mine to describe existence falls short My body, really, is not a separate entity I cannot exist apart from everything And everything cannot exist apart from me For as sure as the sun shines upon me Am I warmed and illuminated That is existential truth Nothing exists apart from anything else I'm not defined by my perceptions I am what I am Unbiased observations are the truth But I cannot attain them unless I reach enlightenment Striving towards ultimate freedom Will only push the heightened sense of reality further away For cleaning to an ideal Distorts my perception And only was equanimity Can I hope to pave the right way Everything that I can see Needs me to exist And I need everything that exists To be what I am Life is interdependent on all things If I could not perceive it How could they exist An observer must be present To give existence to an object Whether it be an intimate or fully alive There is no sound If nothing is heard 4 sound is perception There is no exception Just false notions of space and time In less than ultimate realities I am empty of a separate entity Interbeing is the predominant theme Is not me and the scene There is only one The scene and I are combined Even that, in words, cannot be fully realized For truth cannot completely be defined It just is And I just am
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James Oberfeldt

Recently released prisoner for bank robberies. Self proclaimed Buddhist Christian. Singer,guitarist songwriter. Lives in rural new england. Father of one beautiful 21 year old daughter. Very close to brother sister and mother. 37 years old. Employed by demolition company which means I get to destroy stuff and get payed for it. Residing at a halfway house in Manchester, NH.

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