Colour & Sound permeate porous conscience saturating & reverbating awash & adrift infiltrated by rays of light pure & impure sharp & dull hard & soft
from the East there shines both a brilliant blue light & a dim white light in the Mirror there shines both a brilliant white light & a dim smoky light from the South there shines both a brilliant yellow light & a dim blue light from the West there shines both a brilliant red light & a dim red light from the North there shines both a brilliant green light & a dim green light
aware of every noise in this impermanent realm a cacophony that banishes even an ideal of silence the roar of oceans the creaking of forests claps of thunder the rippling applause of the audience the clash of shifting tectonic plates controlled demolition of skyscrapers incessant babble of voices bird song & whale song barking & mewling screams & howls of pain sighs & moans of pleasure susurration of waves sound of metal impacting against concrete
those pure bright piercing brilliant lights sharp and hard of blue white yellow red green arising in the Eastern Extremities in the perfectly polished Mirror in the Deepest South in the Western Reaches in the Farthest North I desire their light attached to their promise but I am afraid of their pure bright piercing brilliance their razor sharpness their diamond hardness
the impure dim soft dull lights of white smoky blue red green beckon hazily but I hear someone I knew someone who cared for me back then say mantras tantras & sutras so I abandon all attachment to those impure dim soft dull inviting lights
even when the multi variegated rainbow splendor radiates forth I turn away to wander inwards to wander downwards in the bardo a limbo this new different intermediate state
I never denied the beauty:
Imperial pomp of sunrise,
The seductive glamour of sunset.
The snaking voluptuous river,
Swollen with incessant downpours,
The glitter of rare raw minerals,
A glimmer waiting in the depths.
Beyond the mist in the distance,
The harrowing sublimity of mountains.
The perceived chant of the angels,
Drifting across the aether.
The vertiginous descent of the eagle,
Intent upon the sighted prey.
The patient strength of the ox,
Harnessed for growth and generation.
The gilded and haloed lion,
Surveying the buffet of the savannah.
The shining lights of the city,
On the snow capped hilltop.
The voluminous text of flesh
Awaiting to be read in the dark.
The beauty of the world is undoubted:
But I suspected treachery
A beauty that bites after caressing
Wanting to leave its mark
Because it too is just passing
A floating world of samsara,
Always changing; never
Still: completes a cycles,
Pauses briefly before transformation
Then same as it ever was,
Is or will be.
cakeordeathsite 