Touch the timeless.

consciousness stuck in the mire of time
cannot understand by someone's explanation the experience of timelessness.
the timeless can never be reached.
there is no temporal distance whatsoever to the timeless.
so long as you are looking for the timeless,
elusive that experience shall remain.
language is nothing more than the syntax of song.
there is no purpose to language,
except to give you something with which to sing your existence to the world.
existence articulates itself through your love of the word.
why do you ever say anything at all? who are you?
what is existence? noone knows.
the logic is in the rhythm and rhyme and not the other way around.
you speak and by speech create the illusion of understanding.
mental models are constructed which form the abstract outline of your false identity.
i have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about,
and yet there is nevertheless an order, a sense to this articulation.
wherefrom comes this ability?
the logos of the cosmos is within us all.
it is the same voice in everyone, the same!
the order of the logos as such is automatically recognizable
to those whose inner eye of wisdom is open.
beyond ideology the real truth is.
the logos is a kind of teaching instrument.
it exists only so long as you have something to learn from it.
thought persists so long as you are able to be tricked.
thought disappears from consciousness releasing it out of the mire of time.
then one has become a buddha.
the timeless buddha you've always been.