I sit here.  I write.  I listen to The Doors.  I adore.  I support.  I father.  I pay.  And yet, none of this brings the least bit of excitement.  It makes no difference.  It is only what I do while I am here.  So I do it.

I watch Adi Da ask “What about the Great Purpose?”  I wonder, when you saw “Great Purpose” if you had any idea of what that is.  Is it the white picket fence, a shitload of money, a hot woman, or security?   How much is enough?

One friend of mine is looking for the impossibly perfect woman, one who doesn’t desire any security and fucks like it is the first time every time.  Another strives to make enough money to retire.  Some would settle for a mind that isn’t exploding with thought.   Others look for their voice, or their gift, or their contribution to the world.  I often wonder, who said the world needs a contribution.  Just asking.

Truth realization.  It is a phrase that gets kicked around like a diamond necklace.  Some would wear that necklace for a while, but then it loses its luster, is discarded, and then is picked up by another.  Gurus preach.  Books teach.  Nature leads.  Truth realization.  The Great Purpose.  Cutting through all the bullshit, and knowing what is left.

So What?  Weird really.   Really weird.   You know something has happened.  The other shoe drops.  And then you realize it didn’t happen.  It always was and always will be.  The gateless gate.  The Great Purpose.  A path of fire.  A path of destruction.  A path of complete surrender.  A path you don’t want to be on.  And yet, we are all on it.  Some with eyes closed.  Some too asleep to see it.  And others who feel it and run away for the time being.  Can’t be escaped.  So why wait?  Why do it all again, and again, and again?  Now that is a true mystery.

It’s getting dark.  Night spirits are starting to awaken.  The angel of death flaps her wings.  Fresh air at last.  Pan is prancing, looking for someone to fuck.  Less bullshit.  More clarity.  More truth.  The trees sway and the bats fly.  Water gets cool.  Candles glow and shadows flicker.  Dimensions collide.  The best time.

The Great Purpose.  Who cares?  No one!  There is only one who could give a damn.  Only one who can do the work to first know the purpose.  Only one who can establish the discipline to move toward realizing the purpose.  Only one who can surrender.  Only one who can die!  And there is no one.

Speaking in riddles.    You are the riddle.  You are already truth realized, and yet, you aren’t.  There is a gate without a gate.  You are in the play, and you are the play.  Makes perfect sense.

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