I am finally freed from freedom. The biggest mindfail I found is now unfindable. I am no longer findable or unfindable, I am neither and both as every thing has fallen apart together.
The ultimate mistake turned out to be
That Now happens in a moment in time that one can stay in or come to,
That Here is a place one has reached and resides at,
That Emptiness is a no-thing with the quality of emptiness,
And Freedom a some-thing free of daily delusion
which can be checked or sustained.
My ultimate mindfail
was that experience can confirm
freedom or emptiness, the here, the now, or whatever you name This!
When all experience can do
is turn it into objects and words
that form a language of lies when believed in.
When now realises itself this very moment
it is only the host of time.
When here finds out it’s not a location
it is no longer a pointer to more of the same.
When emptiness becomes devoid of all meaning,
Freedom is freed from itself,
and that freedom I am:
a prerequisite of being,
a transparent emptiness
that cannot go seen or unseen
while it colors experience
in which everything is falling apart together
without contradicting itself.
