Pessimism and Optimism in the Non-Dual (August, 2026)

Focused on the dark and bleak

Some mistake me for a cynic.

Yet it is a guiding light I seek:

The shining world to be inherited by the meek.

Paradoxical as it seems,

As I attune to the troubles,

Boundaries muddle and hope gleams.

For it is only at dusk,

That the cock announces dawn.

Wading through the black,

Learning life anew like the fawn,

Our practice contacting our lack

Returns us to our openness and malleability,

Our bounded infinity.

As dynamic nominalists,

We must name with caution

But!

We must not be afraid to dream at night,

For the sun always rises and restores our sight.

As we describe our murky reality,

Let’s get creative,

Use artistic tools,

Rebuke their schools,

And learn the lines of different characters on life’s stage

As we act out the procession of a new age

And watch life imitate art.