THE HIPPOCAMPUS

The doubtful Self was murdered...
Fearlessly eternal...
The ragged body...
Carried off by the Holy River...
The sweet smell of burning flesh...
Not a prayer was needed...
Introduced to the Farmer...
He taught me the craft...
Introduced to the Mother...
She held my hand...
She taught the man to be vulnerable...
She taught the man to care for the sprouts...
Destroyed I was by past doubts...
A fool with my mouth...
Twas my speech that caused this seahorse to drown...
Killing all the babes long ago...
She rescued me...
Coagulating my fluids to restructure my brain...
Memories of the past returned...
As if I never left...
A relegated feeling of something akin to a moment...
I did not know of my death...
Formed from the ash of His fire...
The sage of Light exhaled...
The vibration blown into me...
Remembering now how to see...
I'm back in the seat of the raft...
No wind, yet an ocean flow...
A cupful of patience...
The eyes roll back in...
I now remember...
Remembering is for the fool...


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THE JOINING

As the leaf breaks from the...
Branch is linking it to the air...
Layer upon layer...
It links and breaks...
It joins and separates...
Eventually engaging in an ecstacy with the Earth...
Faster than a sperm to the ovum...
This fertilization event has no beginning...
An infinite zygote that is never not happening...
No preparation is needed for this yoking...
One thing always leading to another...
A feline that is never not siamese...
In the eternal, place-less temple...
The monks are safe...
With the body a slave to the Earth...
The true Self can move about like the leaf...
Not its desire...
But it is its true life...
No effort neccessary...
This joining...
It happens as a rock flies and moves about the land...
It happens while the humming bird becomes a tiger...
It happens as the red blood cells oxygenate the blood...
This joining...
By calling it to existence...
One becomes the rose...
And THAT, it becomes its stem...
Disconnected from the source...
The ignorant seek...
Waiting for sight of it...
A man may go blind...


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CRAYONS

The Hand...
It stays busy...
All forms must be filled...
An effulgent luster...
Going outside of the lines...
This is necessary...
The image must be unique...
From the feet to the hands...
The image must stand alone and hold its own...
For, no eyes can describe it...
The Hand has no eyes...
And without the effort...
The Moon leaves a stain on the Ocean...
In the brain of a lunatic...
No notion is indestructible...
Tis the Sun that sprouts wildflowers in his eyes...
Although the bees drink not his Nectar...
He desires no external food to shade his reality...
Brooding over his current project...
The child of the garden tunes to his channel...
His perception...
It goes outside of those allocated to the box...
And as he beautifully creates the Mother's smile...
He embraces the Hand that has no arm...
But indeed it has flesh...
Indeed it has blood...
A toast to the creation...
The child drinks the sweet water...
A poison to the logical...
For, it is inked with love...


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WHY POINT?

You and Him are one...
Do not mistake his transgressions for your perfections...
His evils exist only because you do nothing...
You ridicule...
You laugh...
You persecute...
You destroy...
And yet you don't uplift?
You don't feed...
You don't nourish...
Yet you point and punish...
He only represents the broken parts of you...
Why fear him?
Go towards him...
Hold his hand...
Break your pointing finger...
Rip out your eye of disgust...
And again...
Become one with him...


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A DAY IN HARIDWAR

The moment breath enters my nostrils...
The moment the eyes open...
Here starts divine living...
As I smell the shit in my backed up toilet...
I move my body...
I move, bend and twist the vehicle...
The desire here?
To better understand the purpose of this highway...
Not yet beyond learning...
I read...
I wrote...
But calling me was the sweetest sounds...
The vibrations of those feeling...
The vibration of those experiencing...
Abandoning my mundane...
Fruit in hand...
I walked...
I sweated...
I moved...
Then realizing this was only the body...
I kept driving...
Devotees...
Prayers and mantras...
Blessings...
Bliss...
An unending flowing Holy River...
Her gracious movements...
All sought to jump in...
Oneness...
Seeing, hearing, tiring, smiling, moving...
Doing everything in delight...
Never turly starting or ending anything...
I realized...


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IN THE MIRROR

Like the world you live in...
Like the people you interact with...
The nature of your speech...
The light and vibrations you teach...
All are reflections of you...
In the mirror...
I once questioned...'who'?
I never understood what I saw...
The fear...
The greed...
The anxiety...
The pain and sufferring...
The past...
I never thought to ask...
Simply content with living while holding the breath...
However always uncomfortable in the bed...
I decided to wake...
I decided to bake cake...
Although never a baker...
I craved the daily bread...
Returning to the Kings throne in my Heart...
I listen carefully to what Solomon says...
An unconditional and an understanding Heart...
As the veil burns...
Light permeates my eyes...
Coming over the horizon...
I now realize...
Yesterday continually dies...
Radiating and burning without gratification or approval...
I tear through the land like a nourishing plague...
A renegade of sorts...
Jumping in wholly...
The mirror is now obsolete...


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INEXHAUSTIBLE

Infinite...
So full...
So empty...
Beyond having a supply...
No use in seeking the beginning...
No End...
The source is that of which it is...
Observable only by that of the same...
It is aware of itself...
Constantly recreating itself...
There is no full understanding...
It is abundant in all things...
It is the Source of itself...
Unbound...
It cannot be ever caught or liberated...
Having no pace...
Having no possession...
Seeking it is a waste...
Shaped only by its own peception...
Whenforth doth it have time to sleep...


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