is life an
illusion?
we examine thoughts, murky perception, debating some phantasm. it seems real,
tactile, until we try to fathom it. if conception is error, and I act on it,
I’m traipsing illusion. an old question is, if I landed on reality, how would I
know it? this could become defeatist, if I go too far, for if illusion is law,
and reality is hermetic, why should I trek deserts? at some point, interior
trust is earned, where there is training involved.
I’m centered in
illusion. walls are filled with analyses. pavement is silent. many will cleave
to facts, insofar as science applies, but facts are part of the arithmetic. I
seem concerned with inner material – as in mind-matter – where thoughts appear
immaterial. (a thought travels, it sparks a ghost, another person feels
concentration: how has immaterial effected material?) I might be misread, as
defending God’s Motion, but I speak to something more like mind voltage. along
this spectrum many have drank illusion, fermented treatises, and asserted
definitions. it’s not intended to exact a root, outside of human being, it’s to
exact experience while refuting interpretation. so odd, to speak while refuting
where something probable has been asserted – based in experience. we see
something, some mystic coloring, while knowing something is in motion.
I thought of a Zen
master – probing human capacity – launching particles of matter; something
material, as in our brains, projects something seemingly immaterial, but we
call it energy; however, something material conjures ideas, where, by chance,
other material, with mere thought provocation, sparks a volt. (some are nodding
as to say, “We know.” some are questioning the logic. while I have appealed to
experience – as much a vital ally or an ignored vehicle, while cycles are
created.) much is at reach, while more remains undone, in so much a sense, a
few are with concentration.
we see what is
unseeable but we see with interior eyes. they account for more than outer eyes.
while both are essential. where absence there is presence elsewhere.
out of illusion
spawn material facts while interior oceans were said to be nonsensical. it
might be ideas, set into letters, while intangible, those ideas become
therapeutic. are our brains sole space for meditation? have we connected to
outer brains? as found in other human beings? one asserts a definite, “Yes,”
another says, “What are you smoking?” where another says, “Either/or, does it
have purpose?”
purpose is difficult to tackle. one
finds her pleasure here, another there, even peace doing both. we’re looking at
something interior having an external causation. a space, if we will, where
quality is gathered, where essence mingles both immaterially and materially. is
this illusion? if so, is it harmful or good? if not illusion, if all are
invited, why has intangibility, associated with matter, generated in energy,
with a subtle mystery (concentration), become not only esoteric, but harnessed
and harbored by the docks? we would imagine a spark sets in motion a hunger,
which in turn, opens up an undercurrent sensibility.
illusion is required to set mind to
matter, where two come together. we’re left with a question: Is concentration both material and immaterial?
