The one named “Lord of the Universe” drives
a neon bus, maneuvering through the star clusters.
Its garish side panels are filled with hot flashing
advertisements for the latest liberation technology.
Just as a sudden wind appears out of nowhere,
so should the inception of the Prototype be
regarded, the prime illusion, God.
This type of understanding is not possible
without keeping the company of the mad.
The claim that illusion itself is the Basis
is not easily understood by sober minds.
The brilliant sky is empty, then all of a sudden
clouds appear — that should sum things up,
but still we have doubts, so consider this:
it may seem as if something has happened,
but in essence, the sky remains the same.
Likewise, if you lay down and gaze at the sky,
what you’ll see is the miracle of your own mind.
It will appear to be blue, or it will appear to be
empty or clouded, it will appear to reach down
and kiss you, it will reach down and kiss you!
What an amazing mind, and utterly free of attributes!
If you try to say something, no words are enough,
but if you remain silent, it will kiss you again.
You’ll fall in love, but you won’t know with whom,
nor will it matter, because love is enough.
Reality hasn’t changed, but the primary illusion
never rests, and thus is the basis of big bangs, birds,
and beautiful beasts who fall in love beneath heaven.
Illusion arises like this. Within the still and nameless
expanse of Reality, the notion “I Am” appears.
That itself is the illusion. Everything issues forth
from here, no other love can hope to compare!