THE EXPANSION

Hair on the head changes color...
It was introduced to the sun...
And in a flash...
A new terrain was discovered...
All the sulphuric ash...
It destroyed and created...
The volcano is always erupting...
The ocean is always parting...
And the people...
Aye, they continue to idolize...
Forever in union with nature and her beauties...
They refuse to stem roots and expand...
Coiled only around one spine...
A cloud, from the peak, could not be spotted...
Increasing power in a moment...
Even the ant...
He too expands...
Not in size...
But in mind...
Exactly what is needed and required...
It is given and must be taken...
Going toward what one fears...
Akin to adding sand to the lot...
Abundant with rock crystals...
The shine can only reflect...
An unbound beauty limited to none...
Even a triple rainbow...
That too goes beyond the treasure of its source...
And when a body can no longer contain any food of sorts...
Others then must be nourished...
A collective beyond complete understanding...
The sea moss courted a milky, quartz stone...
Aye, they became a Julie Mango...


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PREPARATION

A Holy Man eats a date...
He breaks the fast with a morsel...
Tis but a remanant of the sacrifice...
Never overeating...
He eats joyously with the family...
Nigh is he craving these moments...
For all are a preparation...
Eventually the sheep will be fully satiated...
Eventually the pilgrimage to the heart must be had...
Aye, all is but an ingredient...
The Holy River can only wash away millions of sins...
Those that are in just weight with equal good...
Eventually the sage comes back until he is liberated...
Each moment preparing for the next...
Tis an illusion beyond understanding...
Felt only by means of self-identification...
The illusion affects and causes all things...
Unattached, even the student studies as much as necessary...
The tools are given away when the temple is built...
Holding them just in case of maintenence...
Even the mind prepares for the inevitable destruction...
With mind as slave...
All things are preparations...
Only until ready and yearning for liberation...
Bondage must be had to understand...
The hand must be burned to know pain...
If it is in the world within sight...
Approach toward it is necessary..
Not knowing a thing of it is liberation itself...
But even the babe is taught to be nourished by the Mother...
A mere preparation to be nourished by Her...
That of which truly existed in him...


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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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