Annihilation

Searching the finite threads of mortality for some meaning or pattern in the Infinite’s dance of thoughtless neutrality~ Having climbed the fast inconscient realms of supreme ignorance and having fallen face down in the web of duality, he finally suckles the sweet and pregnant nothingness that is here when all else is gone~ I Am That I Am! Every experience, a golden rung on the ladder of ascension, each a blessing above the lie of right and wrong~ The gutter births a king, a saint, a prophet who’s heart knows all, who’s mind is empty, who’s lips are sealed~ The great pretender glimpses the shadowy outlines of his own sweet lie, but trembles not in the face of fearful fancy~ For he knows beyond knowing that circles are not circles unless complete, through the gift of dark ignorance, degradation utter humiliation and annihilation~ I Am That I AM~ Copyright © Satprem 2015