Blow-out
drivers side front and rear
choose in the instant
for it's a matter of matter
rollover
or crash-collide into barrier
relax the mind now
though without doubt
this is going to hurt
more than mere words
can ever say
either which way
but whatever will be,
will be
so pray for me
pray for my liberation,
after all, who knows
I may still hear you
even after everything
has been said and done
Empty as the sky
on the ideal summers day,
still as the waters
of a distant mountain lake,
nothing here, except for name.
What happens What happened, happens Every forms essence is void, Indeterminate. Hairs breadth A hair's breadth divides Robed voluptuous Heaven From dishevelled bed. Nothing Special It's nothing special, Transparently clear suchness Dust and emptiness. Subtle Paradoxes Precision dissolves Into subtle paradoxes This is that and this...
Listen! the stutter
Queen & the stutter King are
Here. Shall we stutter?
Straying from the centre and its concentric streets
I wandered without purpose through woods and near precipices
With the sun scorching at the nape of my neck
Shoulders aching from the straps arching inwards
Into the skin so tender and too sensitive
Longing for a symbol looking for a sign
Of a new determination forged by a force of destiny
That would reveal to my shuttered senses a revelation
Of a harmonious strength sensuous and holy
To repair and make whole this riven world.
Exhausted by my exertions I searched for a spot
Where I could rest for a while from the rapid changes
Beneath the ground and up above always generating
Growing only to gradually decay before dying
The heat was intense so I lay down on the shady side of the hill
Closed my eyes and slowly drifted through clouds and islands
Past fields of lilies and ponds of lotuses
Valleys where all the birds of the air alighted vaingloriously
To be granted a vision of valour and grace
In a endless pasture of flowering ethereal peonies
With the clear bright gaze of the celestial bound
She surveyed all around and subdued with a glance
Beckoning the beast with a wave of her arm he approached
Slowly the Lion stretched arching its back before lying down
Prostrating its Majesty before the greater power of Her Majesty
Hers was an imperious strength that neither strove or imposed
A will reconciled with the way of the revolving spheres
Of the Empyrean above eternal and absolute
Soft and dark, serpentine and divine
Dream vision of a vaster dimension
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