words are tokens of my existence

words are tokens of my existence, each a molecule of my soul. there is no small piece for each contains the whole of what composes this eternity that is expressing everything. i realize that concept is difficult, we are the truth even as we cannot be the truth, our lives our thoughts our little day to day doings to keep it together, thats the real emptiness, thats what we fear even as we live it. the truth is pure and unexpressed, even in the moments when we try, it sits just off the corner out of sight but we know its there. you feel it but it doesnt allow direct experience, knowing, description. it has to be convoluted like a snake swallowing its own tail, simple enough? try it on. where do you go in that scenario. the nowhere is here, where we think we are, the somewhere is where we cant imagine being, but is the only place being can be. as long as a dust mote or lint spot remain, your entrangled. entranced and entangled, just an example of how i get this way. from dust to lint to the end product in a washing machine filter. im still a powdered substance that enters through your soft mucous tissues exchanging freely with the exposed blood vessels underneath. theres a flow of negative ions called thoughts and neuronic flow fractling that turn even the hardest brain tissue into tissue paper. what is left is best used to clean up the mess that ive created. theres no freedom in knowing the truth or living like theres no tomorrow, because there isnt, thats not the point. theres nothing, the truth is a fire that consumes you. i see the flame inside me and outside everyone. i take the job of encouraging people to sacrifice this life to that fire and maybe they are ready to do that. almost all arent. and thats fine. a short exposure to me is good for a disturbed laugh and a glad goodbye to that load, but those that feel the sticky covering on this electronic fly paper spiral know that soon they too will be ripping their legs off to feed the flames, maybe not this time but time is so forgiving. lifetimes are spent waiting, endlessly creating idle karmas, that will plant deadly traps and fences when the right time comes. just know the fire burns, and your dancing in the moonlight with a bunch of friends getting pleasantly high, when someone falls in the flames, and suddenly you realize, its you.