apertures faceted with thorns of melancholia saturate the vortex of the mind
a quest for a purpose menaced the rule of thoughts
Clarity and ambiguity is a deterred dichotomy sifting through the vessel of the cosmos
Who finds the way of this wondrous experience is then discumbered
Frame the soul for all you care, it enlivens for eternity without a stain within
The mind elements are attuned to the satiation of the vessels to which it is bonded
Bondage to the body, and incarceration to the mind, an experience to the soul
Thought of it being, thought of it all
Think on the mind, think of the thought
Think about the breath, think of the oxygen
Think of dust, think of the stars
Think about your being, think of your origin
Just be, sentient.
The womb is voided in your memories a reminiscent of your awareness before time
the markers on the board of reality esses with infinity
Wake up to yourself exalted in the eternal bliss of oneness
That which you are is the one
Your perception is abstinent of this so you can engage in the cosmic play
Wonder why a toddler everses hell and dwells in heaven
Or chickens flock around their mother until a period
Or a rock remains in its essence for decades
The floral of wished passion is imminent and even to you all
We are the infinite phenomena appearing
to be finite but for a moment
The mind secludes you from the all,
From the malevolent of the mother and the ever-present all father
All in one, an everchanging oneness
Be mind full of the character you are playing
Spirit takes the wheel
Just be, patient
Go with the mind,
the Harbingers to the current of dualities and polarities
The desire to relish the abounded is intoxicating
Every quantum leap comes with a fixated orbital around a dimension
Verily, a constant can't be maintained for its nature is to seek, to want to desire, to be
Go further and you will be lost in the abyss
Sublime with the soul and chase nothing
The only truthfulness within you
That you are nothing and desire nothing
The nondual eternal source of who you are
But you can't even picture what that is. Can you?
Let the chaos thrive and dine with the current uncertainties
Notice the scripts of your ethics and
Traditions
and the abstract virtues laced onto religions
Devout followers eventually find a way
Devout knowers realise we are the way
Witness the wrath and the blessing
The bright lighting with its subsequent thunder rumbling
The god inside the devil
The fear of the love
The truth within the lies
The good inside the evil
The birth emerging from your death
The duality that is eternally nondual
Sublime freely and you will be
Remember you are in the coliseum
Notice the mind donning as the being mirages brewing from a flux of thoughts
Competition and survival, the lower lifeforms assume that is all to be
To be infatuated in the glory of being worshipped by a higher being rejuvenate
Expansion of the Maya produces the hierarchical nature of the fourth world
See them as different producers of the same show
Your core wanting is to be back into the realm of absolute nothingness
But you are already there because you never truly left
Observe the celestials and witness the divine collage with no end or beginning
The illusion of a difference in my art
Now who is telling you that God isn't the greatest artist of all
No shame in relinquishing control
the proliferation of ideas, preferences, aspirations, urges, and desires are fuel to the experience of life
The finale you all chase is love at its highest
You not knowing you have that is a divine conundrum we orchestrated
Remember this show for you are an actor
That is what you are ...right now
An actor in the flow of whatever simulation that you are in.
cherish every moment the time brings you
Some will tell you
"The truth shall unravel you from the clumps of your reality."
Forget the truth and eviscerate
What is real? What is the truth?
The Maya, the illusion of complexities
The idleness of the source creates the fractals called dimensions
With a theme of increased separatism down the ladder
With paradoxical realities filled with individual godheads
The tales of the angels and demons with god and goddess is a drama acted and directed by the all
The multifaceted nature of who we are is like a distorted wave of random precision
The fabric of the universe sewed with divine dexterity you feeble mind can't capsulate
who you are is not the mind
Clues are not sent down to you
I speak aloud to those who fully listen
Yes, right now
I am speaking to you
There is no truth to discover that isn't already here
For those aware, they do nothing
Like the trees, the ultimate observers
The true sages of your tera
Think of nothing, everything appears
Without, every left is a right
Every right is a wrong
Every action is a reaction
Every physical is projected from the metaphysical
Every birth is a death
Every time is now
Every high is a low
Praise me I say, pray to me
a conscious one knows there's nothing to praise and no one to pray to
No one is answering
No one is the all
What is the all?
It is all that I am. I am nothing
Everything intertwines into nothing
Nothing erupting into everything
What is the mind?
The causal of the big bang with feeble eagerness to realign with the all
A misconstrued concept for the self is aligned by default
The causation of who you think you are
The creator of who you think I am
This particular sentient is perturbed with curiosities
What is reality?
The state of the mind
What is the all?
Everyone is the all
It is all that I am. I am everything
Drive the mind to a state of ineptness
Everything comes crystal clear
Death is a necessity for your awakening
A realignment with sparkling nebula
So what is the point of this?
You tell me sentient
It is your wish all along.