FOUR4 GREAT ERRORS

Nicola Masciandaro
In every Instant being begins; around
every Here rolls the ball There. The
middle is everywhere. Crooked is the
path of eternity.
– Nietzsche
Nobody knows who you are | No one ever will
| Anonymous as a star | Or a whippoorwill.

Why is everything so fun | So totally wow! |

And why doesn't everyone | Just die from that
now?

If you are on someone’s side | You are not on

mine | So let’s meet where we both hide | Just
inside the line.

Infinite reality | Eternally real | Perfect for no

one to be | Do, say, think, or feel.

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Mountain of infinity | O infinite sphere | All
steps moving you and me | To the summit
here.

One day I will sleep again | Wake up in the

place | Where all questions as to when |
Vanish in your face.

To fail like a waterfall | Ever flowing |

Dropping everything for all | Never knowing.

Only memories happen | The rest is unclear |

A perfect night without when | Neither there
nor here.

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Apologize for your birth | The rare privilege |
Of seizing flesh on this earth | In your own
image.

So totally confusing | All never the same | Life

swallowing life oozing | Its whole aimless
aim.

For a moment I was here | Almost someone

me | Until I saw I too near | Knew it could not
be.

Meet me where we were before | We were,

before time | Divided one into your | I
mirroring mine.

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Very soon to stop thinking | Then all is OK |
Ended before beginning | One eternal day.

No one ends up like anything | All are equally

doomed | To fall to the peak of nothing | From
which they will have bloomed.

Forget everything that was | Is, will ever be |

Being is without because | Now beyond all
three.

All my thoughts and feelings flee | Before the

one fact | This immense, infinitely | First and
final act.

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Look!—in every direction | In and out of place
| Beyond-within detection | No one has a face.

Live without you for a day | See what life is

like | Sans your sad self to obey | Then freely
decide.

I am a human being | Live, dead, healthy, sick

| Of all things seen and unseen |
asymptomatic.

Nothing is in love with void | And void with

nothing | One paradise undestroyed | Endless
opening.

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Life itself is more alive | Than any living | The
only gift that may strive | With its own giving.

Nothing wrong with being lost | Losing where

to go | Bewilderment is the cost | Of wanting
to know.

How it all comes down to this | None will ever

know | There are no mouths for this kiss | No
heads for this blow.

Indivisible totality | For which nobody cares |

Lonely ultimate reality | Through which
everyone stares.

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All that you want to happen | Never ever will |
Only something now and then | Far far
greater still.

I know what I know—nothing | That’s too

much for me | Not even that—everything | All
there is to see.

The planet Earth is not flat | It does not exist |

No whats there are, only that | Which none
can resist.

Resurrect I never will | Not until that day |

Exactly like this one still | Always underway.

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I’m definitely not me | Nor who’s saying that |
Something that simply can’t be | Yet is where
it’s at.

More you forget more you know | Less you

understand | Watching all birds come and go |
Eating from your hand.

I was here and I was there | Now and

everywhere | In the earth and sea and air |
Never left my lair.

To live in the tomb of love | There with a few

friends | Singing mystical songs of | Joy that
never ends.

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Plant your garden in the sky | Gaze up at the
earth | Ask because and answer why | To the
fall of birth.

It will never be that way | Nothing ever was |

Birth from/to the light of day | Eats its own
because.

They scared us with swords, with guns | And

a lot of bombs | With wonder about the suns |
That fill our own palms.

Rainbow of universes | Orbiting the one |

Spirals of bests and worses | Impossibly spun.

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River of earth, old and new | Song without
singers | Everything is slipping through |
Everyone's fingers.

Milky Way full of your eyes | Life sound of

your hair | No place on earth or in skies | For
me to be there.

As if you know where you are | What is going

on | As if home is not that far | From this
burning sun.

Celebrating your birthday | You forgot the

birth | Leaving unopened today | Paradise on
earth.

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Everything is simply true | More real than we
know | The way it is right now—new |
Infinitely so.

The tiniest drop of what | You already know |

Planted on the tongue blows up | The world
like a rose.

Was there at the very top | And the bottom

too | Will be for the highest drop | When the
sky falls though.

Everything is happening | Because nothing is |

Like being in a painting | Where there’s only
this.

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Your body is like a soul | And vice versa | A
hypersingular whole | One universal.

The impossibility | Written in your face | The

strongest fragility | Anyone might trace.

As all place is Mother’s lap | And we are right

here | Let’s side by side take a nap | In love
without fear.

As if anyone might find | Less than forever |

As if the absolute bind | Will one day sever.

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Everyone knows everything | Just don’t want
to say | As if to bury the sting | Is better that
way.

Since I am going to die | And was never born |

There will not be a goodbye | And no one to
mourn.

Maybe there’s no describing | Anything at all |

Only the hand transcribing | Echoes on a wall.

Everything I say is true | Words the only lie |

Like a breath of wind that blew | Just now
through your eye.

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Yes it is here in my bones | Yes here in my
breath | In the sky and in the stones | Yes and
yes and yes!

Extraordinary being | Anything at all | And

weirder yet one’s seeing | Takes it for a fall.

Pessimism about what? | Well, everything. |

Wow, that does sound like a lot. | Yes, worse
than nothing.

Body at least I am not | Nor this energy | Or

this mind—only a drop | Of infinity.

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As reality is true | & infinitely | So there is
both me & you | Spontaneously.

The life we think we possess | This swift

passing show | Before and after the rest | Is
the first to go.

Nothing to lose, all to gain | In this sphere of

dreams | Where every joy, every pain | Is not
what it seems.

On the threshold of all things | Here and here

and here | Moving as the moment sings |
Inside the far-near.

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All separation is play | There is only one |
Everything today | In silent union.

I feel the place where we stand | Breathing in

the here | Hear the weight of every land |
Floating in the air.

When you think about it (or not) | All is really

too much | Some vast self-entangling knot |
Woven out of pure cuts.

There is not much to see here | And yet more

than all | None, only one to be here | On this
little ball.

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