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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