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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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...


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