Fawn

The word consecrates its own womb, like a fawn looking at it’s Mother in deepest wound. Leaving nothing behind, but moving forward with the first steps that it has even stepped.
It is new, free, unbounded by the natural order of law and imagination. This is the truest state; a fawn upon a memory.

This delicate frequency, this vibration we call Universe, this holy temple we exist in. It is the passage of vessel to vessel. From state to state. From Siddha to Satori. From communication to Zazen. From the first to the last. All is, in essence, the point that we grasp.

Moving away, from the original point of time, we unleash a more faded essence of who we are. The closer we move, to who we are, the closer we move to the original point of time. Thus, the closer we are to our Attunement, the closer we are to Source.

 

Source, the beginning fires and waters of existence. The Purusha, a plasma that envelops all that is, this plasma liquid, like a water boiled by fire, is always releasing and receiving, taking, but never asking more than it is.

It is, in essence, a body that we live in. Our dimensional frequency, is a solid-liquid flux. It is permeable to the perception of each individual agent. By attuning, turning in, addressing the Source inside, we can begin to see, our Original Face, the True Nature, Self Identity, not negating who we are, but merging with the whole on a fundamental level.

 

The whole, is the Cosmos. It is the order that is in order to promote order. It is the realm of patterns, of knowledge, of history, of places and fancies that capture imagination! It is such a fancy, all the delights and treats that can sooth the soul. Yet deepest pain longs for deepest love, and even the fawn upon my memory shows love from above.

 

We are what we are, there is no beating around the Bush. The fire that burns the Bush of time allows us to see that we are emblems of a sacred seed. This sacred seed, the seed invoked

Into our being, is the presence that commands us to break free.

This pain inside me, is also without me, for without the law of what is inside, who would be able to see what is without? The pain, is in an auric body, but the body is the vastness of the ocean. The liquid flux that creates the substance of our being. This allows us to flow in and out of the state that brings us closer to the Womb.

The Womb is Nature’s Home, it is the Parent of all, It is the condition that frees us, but is the condition that machines us. Mother Nature, we are her product. Accept this now or be left behind. For is not the Harvest but of Vegetables?

 

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A Fire’s Birth

From ashes to air, all repairs.

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Transmission

  1. Transmission;

I am Reborn

As

Sanji

 

  1. Reality is a Syllogism

 

  1. The mind is a reciever, recieving frequencies from Source; in which that is computer giving out algorhythms through White Noise…Just an echo

Words are geometric patterns that have formed through imagination; thus than presented through fantasy and turned into fact through the direct experience.

Remember, Silence is a Metaphor for what is similar

 

  1. Lots of Orbs

Don’t like my thoughts

I can see you, reading

Things from Naught.

 

  1. Dreams in Realms

Where Plane Spheres

Orbit Around

Friction’s Sound

 

  1. Walked through a Gate

Hopelessly Late

Rolling dice

With the Fates

 

7.Beyond Mind

Beyond Love

Beyond Here

Face to Face

 

  1. Secrets of An

Speech Beyond

Elysiun Flowing

Present Songs

 

  1. A Cocoon Womb

Depth’s Darkness

Only Little Things

Illuminate unknowns

 

  1. Soul Spoke

Sage Master

Daniel

Wake Up

 

  1. Rock bottom is great

It only opens the portals

Gate, Terra passed,

Blessings on the Fates

 

  1. The universe is

One song

Pushed by a wave

In evermore

 

  1. When Shit

Hits the Fan

The Lion

Will Speak

 

  1. straight from heart, yawning in the new dawn

Nuclear

 

15.We are on a voyage to eternity

When’st the breeze calmly

Allows the dust to repeatedly

Manifest unto this Reality

Silver notes, harps melody

One for All, before Harmony

Chaos and havoc fade away

As Light is replayed

An apocalypse paved

In the blueprint’s grave

To be alive? More than just reason

Fate? Changes every season

Time? Holds us all like treason

Deliverance? What is a Son?

Just One in Light’s Sun

Words coded in the deepest One

 

16.Sometimes

You just have to fall

 

17.Nature never changes, but is always the root of change. Each Tree is like society, growing deep into the roots of men and reaching skywards to the heavens. It takes a simple solution to notice that one has to cut the roots, as they are part of a past societal structure. To embrace infinity and fly beyond the sky is what must occur; for this is beyond Heaven.

For Remember, Horatio, there are more things in Heaven, than your philosophy stems on Earth.

 

18., Darkness

Is

Still

Light

 

  1.  A Sage

Is always in a

War

With Rage

Yet, is the madness

In or out of us

 

  1. If I said I was a Master

You wouldn’t believe me

If I told you I was schizophrenic

You would ask a million questions

 

  1. Never sugarcoat

What you say

The person may…

Have diabetes

 

22.There is only one thing

That you can rely on

And that is

You

 

23.Don’t mess with

A thug

That is

The rub

24.Got my own Pad

Ooops

Forget the Pen

 

25.A turtle

Only moves

As fast

as a hare

Jumps

 

Like

Love

Haha

Wow

Sad

Angry

Comment

 

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Muse

O my muse

Were thither did thou go?

To dancing realms

And marigolds?

 

To fleeting grace

Silent abodes

Still in the feeling

Alone

 

O yes, can’t you

Whisper softly into

My deaf Ears

Listening

 

To music that

Preaches it’s own

Through the conduit

Forborne

 

Moment past now

Past a into somehow

Left behind mirages

Truth’s shadow callogoues

 

Can’t you feel

The silent pain

Speaking here

In words?

 

Like painted letters

Unwinding like a clock

My own existence

On a flicker tic toc

 

Now this moment

Total in what is rare

Love essential

And non-compared

 

No judgements, patience

And feelings hesitated,

Slows it down from

Pain to transformation

 

The liquid molten film

Of my life

Erases the flux

And changes nous

 

Into this

Just this

Only this

Be this

 

Do these words usher

A gentle fawn

That soothes a

Troubled Soul?

 

Or does the Wolf

Ravage the deer whole

Take what can be

And always anger full

 

O muse! You let me see

My realm of heresy!

Always more for the fill!

Can’t you just be still!

 

Let purity rain down mana

And send lilacs in persona

That is no limit to who you are

Just a condition applied

 

These healing words

Just race like a stolen

Fragment

Of  somehow entertainment

 

Keep the pieces

Tethered and arranged

So these words

Healing defined

 

Through pages divine

In the total thyne

Be as free as the

Rays of the Sunshine

 

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Begin?

Where do I begin, start swimming or find fin?

Tripping back, last night took another hit,

Found without it, night shift, on the clock,

Master up to the date, can’t feed the gloc,

For it will shoot up non-stop, just some thoughts

That you won’t ever see me say; back today

 

No cash, no loot, just a dream manifesting

No shoes, no clothes, just watered down

Under the fall, submerging into the We

Last trip, drowning uncomfortably

Pass it next, time dawns neglect.

 

Taking my life, setting it up, no strife

Doing it right, don’t need no wife

Solo dolo to this song yo

Get money from the play, to and fro

Back and forth, sideshow

You ain’t my side hoe, get a new hide

For in side to side, let’s take a ride

 

Back to an old date, back to an old place

Back to a old flow, static dynamic low

Keep feeding yourself tomorrow, for now

Is when it all will hit the floor

 

Tripping on back from last nights summer

Now we know, winter is cold and so does

The way play, to another fate

 

Switch it up, flow to another drift

Current under the sea, never pulls me

For I am the whole God damn ocean

 

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A Wizard’s Rule

A Wizard’s Rule

 

1.. Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.

  1. Short cuts make long delays
  2. To find who you are in seeked by “Others”, first seek ye Self to reveal to those opposed

4.Grace is Love giving redemption.

  1. Never stand in unbelief, for BEING afraid you will face the Sword.
  2. To be cut off is to create the Way
  3. Reason is Spirit in Form
  4. Form is reason in Spirit

9. Never convince the maddening Crowd.

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Heart bleeds strings

The strings of my heart now bleed ink on this paper
All this time, sacrifice, sacrifice, did it thrice
Like a Martyr’s Crucifix Begins to unfold,
the narrow frame into
The big picture
 
I write down pages that hollow my heart,
Like a sword, piercing, separate and apart,
 
The sword, the Mirage of Truth
Two sided, without a Cause
Just tempered by anger’s pause
 
Transformation; Alchemy in the Heart
Past lives, sondar denies starts,
Each end decision, now
The beginning.
 
First the helm, taken off reveals
The light image of the face
Is this me? I can see freely.
 
Next the mail, than the shoulders,
Keeping me down, all these boulders,
Mountains made into iron
Iron sharpens man, man
Splices apart into hollow composure
 
The gauntlets, held true to wield
The sword of my being, pain field
In which last life, caused appeals,
This is mine, that is yours, infinite
All as One supplement.
 
No armor, innocent, stunned
What have I done with walling One?
No armor, sense is common,
No reason the evolve, just a hollow
Dance among the play.
 
Now, what is this Sword?
The word that Fjords,
Cutting, split, who is this?
Just the edge of a blade
Persistence
 
Now, the muse opened
Upon thee, a flow in Heart,
No judgement, just a lasting
Eternity, hollowed in sugar,
There is nothing to gain from this
Hopeless, but hope reveals itself
In the dark night of the soul,
Does the translucent midnight sun
Take its course to be Whole.
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