The way, death, peace, time, the wall, form, and the formless self

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The way you like it is the way it comes,

The way you make it is the way it hums.

You dance it into life,

And you dance it out.

You put it in,

You take it out.

‘Death’ has an appearance, I have seen death's face in those who are dying.

To be at peace you must get rid of time, because time is an artificial matrix laid over the timeless, and everything artificial is peaceless, because it is lifeless.

Wake up, take a good run at the wall, hit it full force, stagger about, fall down, rise again, and take another run. You must bolt hard and hurt yourself badly, if you would attempt to break through the wall. There are no guarantees. You probably won't make it. Run your fastest and hit it with all your might anyway. You're the only thing you've got to lose.

Form is the eternal emanation.

Self is the formless emanator.

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These selected fragments are excerpted from unpublished writings by Jack Haas; selections from the notebooks 1990-2005.