Experience

In an ongoing search for

Truth in reality and

Reality in truth

Arriving at an

Elusive conclusion

It would appear as though

The only permanent thing

We are here for

As sentient beings

In anthropomorphic form

Is to experience experiences

For the sole / soul purpose

Of experiences themselves




Not for love or money

Or the love of money

Karma or justice

Religions or atheism

Happiness or sadness

Wealth or poverty

Praise or blame

Inquisition or enlightenment

Intention or “accident”

Reincarnation or not



No lesson to be learned

No fact to be remembered

No proof to be proven

No prize to be kept

No trophy to display

No badge to be worn



Simply experience

History will show nothing

Of our experiences in any

Book, file, or hard drive

In the eons of infinity



What we think we are

Tracking here on earth

Of scores and outcomes

Winners and losers

Failures and successes

Saints and sinners

Bums and billionaires



Printed on paper or stored

Magnetically or digitally

Will have vanished in the

Ethereal vacuum of space



It already has

Whatever you have done

Is back “there”

Wherever “there” is now



While in this lifetime

You may recall bits and pieces

But never in the exact same way

It occurred as it happened



For that experience is

Lost in the spins and trajectory

Of a fragile pale blue dot

Hurling through the cosmos




If we were to look as deep

Within ourselves as we do

The cosmos and infinity

We would find the same thing

Nothing……. and everything



It all depends on perception

Since there is no separation

From the whole of infinity

No fingers to point

No blame to cast

No elation of freedom

No fear of tyranny

Simply experience

For the sake of

Experience




“If you can just get your mind together
Then come on across to me
We’ll hold hands, and then we’ll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea

But first, are you experienced?
Or have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have

I know, I know you probably scream and cry
That your little world won’t let you go
But who in your measly little world
Are you trying to prove that
You’re made out of gold and, uh, can’t be sold?

So uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Well, I have
Ah, let me prove it to you

Trumpets and violins I can, uh, hear in the distance
I think they’re calling our names
Maybe now you can’t hear them, but you will, ha-ha
If you just take hold of my hand

Oh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?

Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful. “

– Jimmy Hendrix



Trying to be conscious

Of each moment of experience

As something experienced



“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality. “

– Angelo Devlin