“Let nothing matter.”
Opinions vary –
on that we all agree.
What doesn’t change
is not an opinion.
Whether it is believed or not
makes no difference –
whatever is, is.
Whether or not
the breath cycle continues
or not, attracts similar interest.
Whether or not some warm exotic nectar
flows up and down the spine in splendid light
means nothing special to it – all yogas
are dream activities, all yogis
are performers in dreams.
Nothing makes a difference.
This is what it sees:
We are what it sees through,
breathes out of and into —
as the breathing itself,
as seeing itself.
When the breathing stops,
there is that which doesn’t.
Some call it nothing,
some say it’s everything –
do you see what I mean?
When we stand up,
Dust is dust,
for all that matters.
Coming upon one thing that truly matters,
agreement and non-agreement
There is that which doesn’t –
which doesn’t become obsolete,
doesn’t become anything it never was.
Yes, opinions vary –
best to find out for oneself,
and then let all opinions be.
On this, perhaps, we can all agree,
though whether the answer
is Yes or No still doesn’t
make a difference.
Nothing makes a difference.
You can always count on nothing —
it adds or subtracts the same.
There is no safety in nothing.
it’s the only safety there is.
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose –
the original one and only nothing!
It may be known by many names,
but nothing ever comes of them.
Nothing even comes close.
It cannot be known, named, or blamed for anything,
since nothing ever happens anywhere, any time,
though that’s commonly misunderstood.
Nothing holy in it, nothing not.
In a feat of magic beyond compare,
each one of us inhales and exhales
with nothing up our sleeves but air!
Really, nothing to it!
If it’s nothing personal,
why make it personal?
It’s nobody’s business.
Nothing to get hung about,
as somebody once said.
nothing remains the same.
The country of nothing special
is free of buddhas and sentient beings;
the ground of nothing in particular
is instantaneously liberated of good and evil;
the path of doing nothing has no beginning,
length, nor destination;
the fruition of non-doing
can neither be avoided nor attained;
the body of no-thingness
is neither existent nor nonexistent;
the speech of not always so
is neither sacred nor profane;
the mind of nothing happening
has no substance nor attribute.
The space of neither here nor there
cannot be consumed nor voided;
the status of not this, not that
is neither high nor low;
the display of nothingness
is neither developed nor neglected,
fulfilled nor frustrated, manifest nor latent;
the actuality of just plain nothing
is neither visible nor invisible,
not cultivated nor ignored.
The hidden awareness of nowhere is everywhere
without boundary or circumference, naturally
apparent without speech or gestures.
Irrespective of conceptual clarity or dullness,
but as spontaneous joyful creativity —
its reality is nothing at all.
When all is finally said and done,
there’s nothing to write home about,
since there’s nothing to be said.
Nothing makes a difference, so
relax and rest your head.
“My acts are sincere but they are only the acts of an actor because everything I do is controlled folly. Everything I do in regard to myself and my fellow men is folly, because nothing matters.”
~Don Juan Matus