Bondi Tsunami
Life… is a dream
A moment of perfect emptiness.
Nothing means anything.
Nothing is real
but what you imagine it to be.
Like sand on the ocean floor…
I exist.
Or a wave that forms on the horizon.
I begin and end in my imagination.
I’m nothing.
An illusion.
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Paradise.
A feeling of no feeling.
A mind of no mind.
A moment of death.
The sound of sunshine.
Time stands still in a golden silence.
Like the pictures of a magazine.
I think about places I’ve never seen.
Beautiful…meaningless illusions.
That exist between reality and dream.
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The beautiful life.
To master every moment with a stroke of perfection.
Everything is perfect in the Universe.
Everyday, an endless summer.
Why spend your life trying to tune in?
When you can tune out.
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There is no silence…
in the darkness of the night.
Thoughts and feelings drift
in the shadows of the moonlight.
Like lost souls on the highway
they linger
waiting.
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I forget time
a lifetime past.
Out here, there are only waves
endless waves…
Waking up on the edge of the world
with a bottle of bourbon
and a slow sunrise.
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Desire
Like a broken man outside a liquor store.
Or a hurricane dressed
as a calendar girl.
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit drinking.
She’ll upsize your
life and downsize your time.
The games that make her stronger.
Ignore her and she will never leave.
She knows when you can’t last much longer.
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I wake at the crossroads
of darkness and light.
The eclipse.
A gateway to the other side.
I float between two worlds.
Life and death
paradise and hell,
dream and reality.
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The angel of death
He knows my destiny.
He knows what I see.
He knows what I feel.
Looks like I picked the wrong day to quit smokin’.
Where does the dream end?
Where does reality begin?
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We travel the golden highway
in the light of the Northern Sun.
All that is real is surreal.
The mind is a mirror of meaningless illusions.
A transient dream in a lunar shadow.
Sunshine fills the mind
in a golden haze of enlightenment.
Things are entirely what they appear to be,
behind them is nothing.
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When the doors of perception are cleansed…
Things will appear as they truly are…
infinite.
When I look at him…
I see myself.
A void.
Emptiness.
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The mind deludes the mind.
Paranoia
Nirvana
Colour, movement and light come and go.
Gold flashes on the soul.
I travel into emptiness.
How much longer to the Gold Coast?
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Ecstacy
A paradise from which we cannot be driven.
A hell from which we cannot escape.
I follow my karma
as it moves in and out of chaos
on a road that goes to nowhere.
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Beyond void is a fifth dimension
The realm of all possibilities.
It’s here that we realize the true nature of our being.
Detached from worldly thoughts
free to exist
aware of everything
aware of nothing
Form is no other than the void.
Void is not other than the form.
All other beings are but a puzzle of the mind.
When the mind stops believing, they disappear.
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Like a lone cloud, drifting in the vast sky.
All dreams are transparent.
When they said this land was endless
I never thought I’d be looking at the last stop.
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Paradise
A feeling of no feeling.
A mind of no mind.
A moment of death.
The sound of sunshine.
An emerald city of shimmering light.
Beaches paved with gold.
Nothing is outside the mind.
A beautiful death.
A beautiful life.
All is transparent in this perfect moment.
This I the beginning.
It’s always the beginning.
There is no past…
no future…
only the present.
Life is nothing more than a beam of light
passing over my changing face.
A dream.
An illusion.
A transcript of the Zen like Haiku narrative in the movie "Bondi Tsunami"
