Thursday, March 31, 2011

WASHING

Internal and external...
Eventually all become filled with filth...
It that prevents you...
It that holds you...
It that questions you...
It that doubts you...
It that needs you...
Filth...
All filth I tell you...
And although God has manifested as this filth...
He does so that you may see the purity...
Oftentimes we do not see stains clearly...
For it is not until purity is prominent...
It is not until purity is taken away...
It is not until purity is forsaken...
And upon the cloud blocking the sun...
When we no longer feel, comforted...
No longer warm...
This is when we seek the barracks...
This is when we seek the Architect...
Our abandoned Temple no longer having a door...
No longer having heat...
We crave to learn how to clean that place...
We crave to know that place...
Ridden with maggots from your own rotten flesh...
The Healer of Healers is sought...
The Builder of Builders is sought...
The Knowledge of all Knowledge is sought...
And upon awakening from amnesia...
You recognize your garden given to you pure...
Now ridden with filth...
But the river water never ran dry...
And taking refuge in the Absolute...
Body in hand...
The washing began...


doM

Sunday, March 27, 2011

LULLED

O, Man...
Your pursuits have led you to a point...
The one that causes more seeking...
Of the external...
Given all things already...
O, Man...
Why is energy abused seeking happiness and sadness...
Have you not learned from the days as a child...
You will outgrow your clothes...
You will become bored with toys...
You will grow frustrated with people...
You will cry when not comforted...
You will learn when forced...
And like that child...
You should rebel when controlled...
But instead you relish sleep...
And when alone in the dark...
Comfort is sought from the world...
Why, O Why...
Can you not see...
It is not you that grows your nail...
It is not you that breathes the air...
It is not you that pumps your blood...
Preferring to roam the Earth like a beast...
Craving to just survive ignorantly in the world...
Given the gift of expanding consciousness...
Given the gift of Self-Realization...
Given the gift of becoming One with all...
Why do you bark like a dog and chase flesh...
Be not a snake that poisons himself...
Desire no more to dream...
I am here to strike you down...
Make you weak and vulnerable...
The deprivation of your slumber is my gift to you...


doM

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

DUTY

Deciding to no longer pack and unpack...
I burned the luggage...
Bags no longer needed...
I traveled lightly...
Besides--bugs and pests harbor in bags...
And while trekking through swamp...
And navigating through sepulchered caves...
One cannot afford to be weighted down...
The pomp of leeches and demons can jade a man...
And with a flickering candle...
The fire must be held with diligence...
Intelligence of the heart as the shepherd, rod and staff...
The light that is sought...
It cometh not with sight...
And being at variance with all things...
He boldly goes where none have gone...
An ascetic of sorts...
He eats only what falleth in his palm...
And nourished mainly by the wind of his mother's hair...
He sings with sweet tears of all beings...
Carrying the sacrifice...
He marches fearlessly into the fray...
And while knowing the Supreme Self...
He leaves behind life and death...
It is for those that seek to understand that...
Following no footprints...
The sound of his drum...
Once abandoned...
Tis no longer far away...
Fully receptive to the grace...
His back-up light brought to the fore...
He made a friend in Duty...


doM

Monday, March 21, 2011

VULNERABLE

Devi appeared before me...
I revealed all my scars and wounds...
Tear ducts broken open by the Seer...
Filling with Bliss...
I bled ignorance...
In front of all...
And as the child laughed heartily...
He eagerly awaited my incoming breath...
And watching it turn into the outgoing breath...
No river without the cloud...
And learning the art and way of the flow...
I destroyed my shield...
Walking naked...
I stood fearlessly...
Akin to the ant when faced with man's foot...
Doubtless, not even the ant dare turn back...
Moving from an ornamented ignorance...
I transmuted belief into knowing...
And living as a knowing vulnerable...
One will become known...
Comfortable...
So much that understanding of vulnerable...
It ceases to exist...
For living and knowing that...
You become that...
No longer a part of you...
Tis the bee's saliva in the honey...
Easily ready to exist in everything wholly...
His pains and sufferrings...
I accept them the way I take in all...
Through the eyes of the seer...


doM

Saturday, March 19, 2011

BRING HER BACK

I drowned her in the depths of my saliva...
Swallowed her...
Never thought about her again...
Lodged in the colon...
She rotted...
Festered like a sore...
More than deferred...
The dream was never seen...
Prostituted from birth...
I treated her like a sex slave...
Living in ignorance...
She knew this to be her nature...
The mother wails over the stillborn...
The spirit was never there...
The Temple had not a heart to understand...
The child was kidnapped by the mentally disturbed...
Its a good thing for street sense...
The innocence was still in the program...
A source beyond alteration...
A rescued child, she was shivering...
It burned her genitals to eliminate waste...
No thirst or taste for life...
I held her closely...
We bathed in our own tears...
We washed our wounds gracefully...
Some were so deep...
We screamed in pain, together...
Learning the ways of sowing and reaping...
We began to watch the wind and the clouds...
No more blocks, we walked hand in hand...
At the top of the mountain, a Light...
And in That essence...
Together we came back...
Whole...


doM

Monday, March 14, 2011

SKULL SHINER

Body fully purified...
Calcium illuminates the skull bone...
As for the channels...
Beyond technological control...
The long nail digs the eye out...
Blood rushing out of the head...
The great sage...
Knower of that knowledge...
He drinks steadily...
Emitting the silent primordial vibration...
No station is available to those without a source...
Electricity from the dam is inferior...
A fallacy of sorts...
One musn't believe a thing...
The heart only beats upon observation...
Vacations are for those that know the good...
Yet they do it not...
For the Shiner...
He vacates not even from sin...
Playing in the cemetary from the days as a child...
He knew the format...
Layer upon layer...
He recalled the music from the program...
A brain that mirrors itself...
It prepared itself for itself...
And abandoning the disorder of mind...
His liberation and protection expanded...
Fully uncoiled...
He seeks only to speak to the deaf...


doM

Thursday, March 10, 2011

VOID

Sexual...
Emotional and Spiritual...
Held together by a dilapidating bridge...
Missing planks...
Tightly woven rope...
Immortal Earth holding it together...
Always the ability to cross...
Though death is always tasted...
The lion below smells blood...
But for the Hiker...
He has grown used to this treacherous journey...
A transmuter of sorts...
He is aware of the repressed...
He knows the way of the weed...
Apparantly cut out of land...
The root stays out of sight...
The soil remains tainted...
Until its not...
Enjoying the sound of one hand clapping...
He nourished himself with the fountain of his own heart...
Drinking without the senses...
The Hiker knew not what he enjoyed so much...
Although something to be relished....
His insatiable fetish kept him void...
Of understanding, of Bliss, of Union...
But as many a time the broken planks cut his foot...
He uses the string of his boot to stop the blood...
Refusing to be hardened any more...
He grabs the saw, the hammer and nail...
Out of the void...


doM

Monday, March 7, 2011

HERE

A stir...
Not needed for the overflowing cup...
A Martyr...
He would not be needed..
But bearing witness to his realization...
He notices others that prefer to walk at night...
And without Light...
One may not see Himself...
One may not see his welts...
Lashed he was by the creatures of darkness...
Blinded by the sun each morning...
Night is preferred...
But there is balance...
In preferences...
There is war...
In embodiment...
There is emptiness...
They seeketh comfort...
For they live outside of the Art...
Dried paint on the canvas...
The land mass is too vast for the novice...
He must be led...
Sand in the eyes...
One cannot find even the desert...
The Supreme in everything...
Though some findeth not the overflowing cup...
They thirst not forever...
For in rise, there is decent...
And in the Holy Fire...
There Sage burns perceptions...
For as men walk through...
The Self...
Like the cripple...
Remain firm...
Here...


doM

Sunday, March 6, 2011

REALM

A place where it takes place...
Not visual...
Tangible to those subtley adept...
Light from the evolving Red Giant...
It bringeth it not to the fore of your eyes...
Dwelling in the same place as the Kingdom...
A part pulsating inside of you...
The question of where...
Only applicable to those that seek to hold...
As the oyster purifies...
And then tidal waves form...
Tis this force...
Aye!
Harvesting darkness...
Then producing light...
In the pineal...
And as the blood flow increases second to one...
All is happening...
By the Doer's Grace...
Saturate your face in the oil of the cup...
And follow the White Dwarf...
Find the King of Light you shall...
And as the perceiver...
You shall receive from this realm...
Stray not from the realm...
For all you understand proceedeth out of it...
Akin to the breath...
Trust and know...
Without belief...
Dancing without sight while receptive to That...
For the blind...
The Sun and the Moon are two sides...
One cloth...


doM

Saturday, March 5, 2011

BRAIN

A woman walks her dog...
Over the log...
The child slips and falls...
Startled he was by the earthquake...
And as the father fixes his car...
His daughter's flesh is mangled by the Polar Bear...
It's too cold out to think about summer...
And as the eskimo ice fishes...
Dreams are had about Indian Sages...
A man is led to the mystical Holy Land...
And upon finding Himself...
The fearful lion no longer eats leaves...
And out of the sleaves of the magician...
Cards are dealt to the abandoned child...
Witnessing sheer boredom...
The savant no longer eats from bad cooks...
The poor owl...
Run over on the road...
The drunk teenager desired to get home safely...
He couldn't afford this vehicle...
Destroyed...
But had he...
The Lama would have prepared them...
Because life as a roach...
Only for those that lack it...
The compassion to understand...
That sometimes fire purifies...
As well as cooks the flesh of the dead...
And for he that pepares the calf...
Milk from the Mother may not be enough...
Because even the injection...
In a flash...
All originating from the Illusory Perceiver...


doM

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

PURIFICATION

By the thought of it...
By the utterance of those words...
The ground and the utterer...
He shall taste it...
Turning his face towards the light...
With Grace...
He shall be saved by it...
Made fit...
He shall be washed of filth...
Mold groweth not on his bread...
Holding the power of the immortal throat...
No poison shall hold him...
Transmute it he shall into Nectar of Life...
Strife is for the fool...
Pain is for those with the skin of man...
In oneness with the Doer...
The vein holdeth not one pint...
Through Sun-filled nourishment...
No dam shall hold thee...
No man can scold thee...
No knowledge shall bind he...
He that is free and blinds himself...
But only to the ways of man...
The hot sand shall invigorate the bare foot...
And carrying no fire...
He shall purify himself at the Altar...
Inside of the Temple...
And as the Living Word...
His flesh shall cleanse even the stained glass...
And in one breath...
The Work is done, un-done and Done...


doM

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

DORMANT

The conditions are not favorable...
So hibernate and sleep I shall...
Conserving the energy...
Reducing the heart rate...
I patiently wait...
Too much thought...
Too much movement...
I could self-destruct...
As the time passes...
I build fat...
I take in the Sun...
I bathe in my sweat...
I purify the system...
My saliva remains potent...
For without that...
I could not sustain the Nectar...
I prepare and work only for her sake...
The Temple of hibernation is a fortress strong...
With nine gates as the points of entry...
I keep a careful watch...
No worm, leech or demon shall penetrate...
Upon the time of reckoning...
Upon the sunrise of the resurrection...
I shall take the plough to the field...
I dare not look back...
Without a burden...
I leave the dead to bury the dead...
Fully restructured...
I know only His flesh, His blood...
For I have no ilk...


doM