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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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...


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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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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...


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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...


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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...


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