The Rain is about to Fall

I did not go softly into that good night, but found the words to speak insanely and conjured up the light we use to see the memories we think we think, and the thoughts we drink from memories broken vase.

Too run at large and be naked in the light of the words you cannot see your word created self so free. Opposites cancel and the world of duality becomes one with nothing that can be said or remembered or thought about. No black hole in mere reality could suck down and hold that which isn't fixed by words and definitions. The cabal betrays itself in this vision of now! It unravels itself in plain riddles and koans. The bones of prophecy we used to scratch our meanings onto the backs of the turtles are again swimming in the ocean of our worded minds. The past must perish in the waves of somnolence radiated by the madmen of our time.

Only the blind think they can see, while they who see wonder why they are so blind. And when you start attaching your symbols to those things which they name...you will find no place to hang the word now. Throw it down upon the ground and think no thoughts at all. The rain is about to fall.