| Posted On: | 2008-12-02 09:06:46 |
what i am about to pen will never be performed as words echoing in an ear from out my mouth
never
there are no loose screws with solid ink
(voices are deceiving and in my case,
occasionally delusions)
i am always when writing, masked, suited, disguised, and naturally we all are
behind a pen, hat, or skin,
we as beings are blinded by layers
an invisible shield of faux-personality
what is left of a man and all his pride, but bones?
the answer is irrelevant inside the dull
black and white world - you live
you are undeniably ashamed of nudity,
each and every divine miracle a waste
potential for my generation should be punished in today’s cruel society
i am inviting you; yes-you willing rebels to a
humble home, where reality is an illusion
today i met a giggling dharma who built the bricks, and everyone but you - rebels,
will brush this home off as a madhouse
a neo state of consciousness is under your nose!
an outer branch of the brain intact!
a place where words are worthless worms,
like war they fork no principle
the silence is a gas,
a thick thoughtless night-sky blank
your body evaporates,
releasing you from all you once knew
self righteous in your own cosmic creation,
your only option is freedom
only here, you realize:
every particle of life is a wave (coming to go)
emotion a wave, coming to go
relation a wave, coming to go
even you, a possessed robot, are coming and going
but, here, i am motionless and unbreakable,
a lamp with no need for the bulb
(ENLIGHTENMENT is REINCARNATION)
what i am telling you, rebels, is go far out!
knowledge is infinite
ability is infinite
life is infinite
if you sleep with your eyes closed
you are not living it!
