RELEASE

The weight crushing the weightlifter's chest...
A circumstance created by his own hand...
The hand that striketh...
It also strikes he that does the striking...
A punishment well suited for the self-destructive...
Too blind to see his own madness...
He relishes the taste of his own blood...
A lush of sorts...
A grip tightly held, on his own throat...
He begs hunmanity to answer his call...
He sees not the hand of the demon...
A whole body filled wth darkness from the past...
Aye, how destructive the demon is...
Tis a worm so great...
No fast of any length can protect him...
This poor flesh profiteth not...
Although rightly abandoning salvation...
He seeth not his own kingdom of light...
Aye, he is being tortured by himself...
A conscious sun that seeketh his own radiance...
He tears his heart open desparately seeking the source...
Of foolish nature I say...
He cannot come after the annointed ones as yet...
He must fully deny that which identifies...
No tears necessary...
Tis a bee drowning in honey...
He will eventually remember the dust...
The sweet mother never denied him suck...
Unbeknownst to him...
The father never ceased calling his name...
Upon realizing twas all him and in him...
He dissolved back and prepared for the second coming...


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HOLY TEMPLE

O, King of Kings...

Blessed are we to be chosen dear Lord...
To house your spirit of light in portion...
Blessed are we to manifest as that light...
O, gracious Lord this birth is truly auspicious...
May we continually receive your knowledge...
May we use this knowledge rightly, O, Lord...
Aye Lord, the temple must be made strong...
The temple must be adamant for you...
This structure must be pure and clean...
This molded clay must be eternally a fortress...
Your supreme light is only worthy such a temple...
O, Lord your bliss is only worthy such holiness...
May we purify and sanctify the steps daily...
May no demon be allowed into this house...
May we have abundant power to keep your light...
May no pestillence be too strong to destroy it...
May the vibration of your name bless it eternally...
May the temple be immortal, imperishable with you...


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HEARING YOU

O, King of Vibrations...

Blessed are we to have the ability O, Lord...
To hear the utterance of our name by you...
To feel the pump of you in our vein...
O, Lord blessed are we to hear you sing in our heart...
Ignorant are we to not silence our minds...
Foolish are we to not quiet our bodies...
All to hear you vibrate your infinite sound...
By the mere hearing of your word, O, Lord...
We are healed, we are purified, we are cleansed...
We are servants, we are realized, we are Light...
By revering in that sweet sound of you...
We melt and fuse with your being...
Fortunate are we to be an atom in the particle...
If we truly hear your almighty voice, O, Lord...
Never again can we know evil or ignorance...
Never again can we become blind to your ways...
Never again can we live in darkness of you...
O, Lord grant us the power and strength...
To have the ear to hear, the sound of our birth in you...


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BEYOND ONE

O, Being of Beings...

O, Lord, before there was a thing...
Before there was existence...
O, Radiant One, You graced this planet with life...
You blissfully graced us with the Self...
Before there was light and dark...
O, Lord, there was an untammed vibration...
Before there was vibration...
O, Lord there was your imperishable nature...
Blessed are we to be an atom, O, Lord...
Blessed are we to be a fiber in a strand...
Of hair, Of bone, Of tooth and nail...
May we forever be filled dearest Lord...
With your immortal Self and your life force...
O, Lord the life force, we know nothing of...
Tis but a portion used to tell of 1,000 galaxies...
Tis but a portion used to create infinite realms...
Tis but a portion used to carry all beings abundantly...
O, Lord may we remember our servant nature...
Never greater than you, we wash all of man's feet...


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COLD, OUTSIDE

Knowing not the warmth of the temple...
One may freeze to death...
Knowing not the riches of the kingdom...
One's river of wealth may run dry...
There exists a well of water...
But no hand can fetch nor build...
Aye, the stone eventually withers...
The water eventually changes form...
They all surrender to nature...
A true call greater than that primordial vibration...
All that is seen and felt...
Tis supported by an unmanifest baseless base...
There are not enough forms to contain it...
As it is the form itself...
Tis beyond possesion...
A snowflake revealeth only the magnificence...
That of a galaxy and its intricacies...
But what shall reveal the sustainer of that...
What light shall be cast to show the truth...
What man hath the hand to reward you the spirit...
As it is cold outside...
Inside is beyond temperature...
And without a need for a covering...
Let a man hang his body on the outside of the temple...
Completely filled with light...
No thing outside of this light can be known...
The tiniest of knowledge...
It poureth water on the flame...
Best is he that walketh in the street...
Let him freeze and die outside...
Before there was flesh...
There was the eternal witness...
Tis present in all, to do the greatest of the great...


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DEAD KNOWLEDGE

The moment the tongue meets the palate...
The moment vibration enters the mouth...
The moment the two meet and words are created...
A hilt is put on a stainless blade...
Relegated to but a mere sword...
Like many things...
It dies the day it was born...
Though still supported by the formless...
A dunce only tastes what he drinks...
Tis a tea drawn to perfection...
Stemming from the sun, then the herbs...
But both having no mouth...
Still a better dinner as there is love...
Not bread alone...
Aye, but there is a meat that never goes stale...
No preparation required...
Tis sustained by itself...
Eat this daily...
And the tongue will become obsolete...
This is an absolute beyond obsolete...
Tis enough to feed a nation...
But not by knife and fork...
This food is the feeding itself...
This food is the nation itself...
This food is the knife and fork itself...
This food is the absolute obsolete itself...
For, there is not enough saliva to digest this...
No stomach can handle that which never runs out...
But the meat and flesh of the hand...
That is always subject to death...
Aye, sit with the family of light and eat well...
Eternal, this knowledge is never born, never dies...


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IMPERISHABLE

A source of food beyond birth and death...
Upon transcending abundance itself...
It cannot become that, as it is that...
Inside of the war is battle, death and destruction...
Outside of that state of war...
Peace, victory over cause...
The imperishable is the supporter of both states...
It is everything to that...
Before and beyond...
Tis the time--here and now...
The oxygen to the Earth...
And that which allows the oxygen to be received by Earth...
Tis all things including the word itself...
But upon describing...
Upon learning and speaking of it...
All is lost...
A sage is he that destroys his tongue upon learning...
Tis a state of nature first learned by the Sun...
And the Sun taught it to man...
The way of the light is the brilliance...
Aye, but the speech of man...
It relegates him to but a quarry...
All for those that claim to know...
Even bliss is lost when sought...
All things in man are destroyed upon identification...
But for he that is foolish and aloof to the illusion...
He shines again like that radiant splendour...
No words are needed for that which is all things...
Not a thing is needed for that which is in you...
Pure in its existence, as the nectar on the toungue...


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FREEDOM FROM DISEASE

O, Radiant Light...

Blessed is he that strengthens his body, O, Lord...
With your spirit and presence in his heart...
Made by your hand Dear Lord, from dust...
May we remember our immortal nature...
This thing we call disease is but our own creation...
The thought of sickness exist only in our mind...
It is only our heart that has plagues of pain...
Guide us, O, blissful splendour...
Help us back toward our eternal form...
Remind us of our imperishable seat, O, Lord...
Our faith in this seat makes us whole...
Rising from the earth to the light...
May all your splendid forms free us...
May all your forms dormant in us come alive...
May we never force them to sleep again...
O, Lord make our foreheads adamant again...
For, no hand heals better than your own...
May we know only your remedies my Lord...
Tis in our heart where all tools lay...
Thank you Lord...


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TAKE ME

I have no thing...
I hold not even the sound of this flesh...
No hand truly holds that infinite form...
Blessed I am to experience...
A mere taste of sight...
A mere sight of touch...
A mere touch of that beyond description...
For, no lamentation can produce enough tears...
No stone can contain your form...
No ivory can shape your love...
No temple of hand can contain your bliss...
No ritual can truly bring me to you...
Tis said...
You are the stone, ivory, temple and ritual...
Ignorant is he that says there is a way to you...
Tis said...
You are the way....
Tis said...
You are every aspect of truth and light...
How dare I even consider choosing...
No bending needed for your union...
No discipline needed for your union...
No observance needed for your union...
No grasping needed for your union...
But in ignorance...
I seek only to withdraw back to you...
And upon abandoning the duality of hands...
My surrender of all...
I have no body, no mind...
I have no intelligence...
The Mother has re-opened the womb...
Naked in rebirth...
I am ready...
Take me...


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FRUIT TREE

The tree gives and receives unconditionally...
All in the name of the root...
And so with the root to the earth...
Tis so with the earth, to the Earth...
A system of all systems...
Aye, but a pain it is...
A tea bag containing but a part of the bush...
How can it colour the source of all water...
How can a true taste by man be had...
How can a true taste with mind be perceived...
The spirit describes not itself as it has no words...
It is only by identification...
Tis this way we know there is a fruit, with a source...
A source that never parts with its own manifestation...
Extending itself into all things...
The work is always the same, distinct and separate...
Tis an herb of immortality and poison...
All in the same leaf and the stem...
But he that drinketh the blood and abandon the flesh...
He becomes all things...
Knowing not a one or a two...
He knoweth not anything outside of the whole...
And as the saliva mixes with the nectar...
She rest happily in her temple...
All sustained by Him...
Beyond any complicated union...
Tis an arranged marriage from birth of all...
But not accepted until he reaches the holder of the house...
And cultivating the land...
He continues the work...
That of planting fruit seeds...
For the children...


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WITH HER ALONE

O, Sweet Mother of the Land...

All things cometh to us without asking...
The sun and the rains, they nourish all...
Our roots, our stems, our veins...
You have bestowed all gifts with ease...
And with that ease shall we live...
And with that nourishment, O, dear Mother...
May we nourish the creations of your land...
May we understand the power, O, Mother...
Of surrender and allowing to your grace...
Never shall we force a thing...
You made no request of us...
Never shall we make one of you, O, mother...
May we move as still or voracious as the ocean...
May we create and destroy like you and the Father...
Tis by this grace are we held...
Tis by this grace are we existing...
Tis by this grace alone do we do anything...
With you alone dear Mother shall we remain...
And only until the Father calls for our absorbtion...


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DEVOTION

Pious in public no more...
The sage carries the religious paraphernalia...
Only deep within his blood...
Woven into his skin...
The priest still picks up the cross daily...
But it is hung in the temple of his heart...
All scriptures becoming living word...
The saint has nothing to prove...
Even the learned ones...
Eventually the books are put into the fire...
They too blend with the ash...
Remembering the dust from which they came...
The place of worship...
Relegated to the inner cabinets of his mind...
His radiant persona...
His twinkling eyes and sweet speech...
God is infinitely seen in him...
And unaware of his actions...
He is the truth and the spirit...
An ocean of perfection...
He can only reveal that which is in us...
Not a word or action of ignorance by man...
They cannot move him...
Knowing only himself...
He is fully joined...
He, knowing that all things are worthy to be praised...
He extends himself even into the blind man...
Identifications with the body and mind...
Fully denied and now he is fit...
Seeking only to live as the light...
He shines radiantly in the hall of the kingdom...
Blessed is that devotee to wash his feet...
But best that devotee do it swiftly...
Otherwise the sage may do it first...


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WATER

Filled with atoms, elements and particles...
Not of anything new...
But a face that smiles for the first time...
The form is rare and unique...
Aye!
But only to the observer...
Using merely itself to observe itself...
It could not know of its abundance...
Formless like He of the infinite...
Never created nor destroyed...
Yet it is titled...
A vibration of words used to satisfy our illusory nature...
A form that is but a microcosm...
Of itself and all things...
A cup of it...
Half-filled with the manifest and unmanifest of itself...
It in all things...
Tis but a mere reminder of that formless one...
A pang for the ignorant that seek its taste...
It is unknowable with intelligence...
Akin to seeking love without going within...
A splash in the eyes of the jaded...
May he see that his temple is flooded...
No more will I roam with a bucket to fetch it...
The Supreme placed a waterfall in the Kingdom...
Also there, is the genie of the lamp...
But having abandoned the lamp...
The wishes are unlimited...
He does what he likes in the Kingdom...
And together we wished...
We became filled like the elephant...
And like that elephant, we gave and received strongly...
The intelligent ones stop drinking in fear of sickness...
We drank until we burst and dissolved...


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COMPASSION, COMPASSION

O, Holy Sustainer...

Blessed are we to experience this creation...
Blessed are we to feel your living word...
Teach and remind us dear Lord...
That others know not your beauties...
That others know not your ways...
That others know not of you in them, O, Lord...
Purify our hearts so that we may guide them...
Open our understandings to their pains...
Let their sufferings be our own...
Let us help ourselves as we help them...
For our ignorgance of their pains, O, Lord...
Tis the ways of the wicked and sinful...
Help us abandon our selfishness...
Guide us away from our foolish behaviour...
May we remember that we are all One...
May we share in that oneness gracefully...
May we all vibrate in unison blissfully...
Leaving our judgements asunder...
Let there be Peace: In and around, forever...


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BEYOND DESCRIPTION

O, Lord...

Worthy is he that knows your true form...
Worthy is he that knows you through himself...
For you, O, God, are beyond a belief...
You, O, Lord, are beyond name and symbol...
For all has proceedeth out of you...
How dare we limit your formlessness...
How dare we claim to know a thing of you...
Words cannot contain even a drop...
Our songs are but a cry to you, O, Lord...
We know nothing outside this ignorance...
We are like babes craving the womb again...
O, God may we move harmoniously at least...
May we never force a thing to know you...
May we never build a temple or church...
May we never build a mosque or ashram...
May we never build a place outside of ourselves...
For you have dwelled in us from the begining...
No feat of man can reveal you...
May we go into our hearts and take refuge...


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BALANCE

The double-edged sword...
It splits the hair in half...
Part to the bald...
Another to the receeding...
Pleasure and pain in both...
But Justice is served...
Not blind but indifferent...
A mere moving of energy...
A work of God that request only your grace...
Having no pace...
One must remain absolutely still...
For the head of the Ego must be decapitated...
Bending to the straight...
And straightening for the crooked...
Never is there too much or too little...
Nothing bad, Nothing good...
Just weights are always held by the Judge...
And with the eyes of Balance given to the Jury...
All sacrifices will be brought to the altar...
All penances will be considered...
All debt must be paid...
But eventually all will have...
No action shall be left asunder...
For the knowers of the way must heed wisely...
It is that imperishable nature...
This is the guiding force...
And as life is lived in that...
It seeks only to draw a line between darkness...
Another between light and more of the same...
All is a result and verdict of sorts...
For even the ways of a fool are heavy...


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GITA

God sings...
But the sound proceedeth out of you...
From your voice box...
From the work of your hand and foot...
And in these songs...
The Holy One teaches, shares and reminds...
Of many actions, of many deeds...
Only of those forgotten...
For all are fit for that immortal nature...
But not before the illusions are balanced...
Not before the gaze is fixed...
Not before the seat exists...
Not before the thought is renounced...
Not until the sword is taken to the battlefield...
Not until the warrior enters the chariot...
Crossing through death and destruction...
Seeking only to drink the nectar of his heart...
It has always been there...
It will always be there...
It will never leave or abandon him...
And upon taking refuge there...
His fears and doubts are sacrificed for a boon...
That he may dwell in the house of the Lord forever...
That he may disseminate his sermon to all...
Those that will see and hear...
Tis said that the pure of heart are blessed...
And as sight of God's terrible form is granted...
Salvation is granted...
And with nothing to fear...
The Son of God accepts pain of all man...
And to man...
That Supreme Knowledge is bequested...
The greatest of all gifts...
We meditate upon that Light...


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MADE HERE

From the dust...
That...
It arises from the Ash of the Fire...
Never subject to time...
But conditions...
For they are always in sync with the Hand...
Flawless like internal beauty when known...
The bride can only dance with he...
The one that extends into her...
Another word cannot contain it...
The fruit from the land brought forth, for the children...
And when they decide to eat...
The skin of that cheek...
It radiates eternally...
The land of the farmer remains sacred...
Pestilences may rest on that...
But this immortal cell hosts no virus...
Akin to the new born that holdeth not the sac...
Not even the cord shall bind him to that which is not...
For the vehicle is, just that...
A maker of sorts...
A delivered message carried by the force...
Question not its existence...
It is seated there, in that...
A moment is but a picture...
One before the rain hits the ocean...
No place of origin...
No state of existence except this...
This, is beyond all things...
Including the nature of itself...
All rising and falling from that...
Even the nature of now has none at all...


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AN EXPRESSION OF YOU

O, Effulgent One...

Walking, breathing and living as you alone...
I cannot know all of thy ways...
As your tiniest Disciple...
I serve thee with every breath...
And as my foot in your shoe...
I grace the Earth with your essence...
Taking refuge in you alone...
I have become that Truth...
I have become that Spirit...
All by your grace alone...
No creation of hands shall sway me...
No stone shall bruise me...
No written word shall delude me...
As a mere expression of you...
I pray that through your knowledge...
I may be one with you...
Create, guide and protect I shall do...
All for your sake...
May I be guided as the Light...
While living as the Light...


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