Learning to breathe as a derivative of lunacy
For what is language that cannot discriminate
Among the various fallacies of human agenda
Here is a tune for the dying thought process
Waves of refined energy coursing through the
Infinitely seeming pathways of consciousness
Looking though these eyes makes no sense
Like a prism defracting the truth into lies
Where is the Light behind the silver dream
Show me the real design, that will be the end
For all the illusions to come tumbling down
Like a golden timepiece running backwards
Seconds dripping away into a catchment area
Accumulate and concentrate the divergence
Of all thought and matter so far existing
Make it real, a constant cry of salvation
That which resounds everday in every life
Breaking free from this cycle of transition
And facing the light of eternity for ever more
These vibrations grow stronger by the limit
Which way is the right way, how to liberate
That which is already free of vicissitudes
Deliver my Self into independence of will
For I shall no longer crawl in this filth
This mind that tries to make a lunatic of me
1 comment:
Great message concealed in superb lines. But how to understand unless my dear son explains it as usual. An ordinary mother knows nothing but realises her child lives in a world unreachable. Still making all efforts as she has only her child in and out.
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