For Unseeking Seeker's Contest and Line of Enquiry ~
“ Neither desire nor aversion Meditation our immersion Conditioned beliefs discarded Hymns we hum are our own version”
~ The Rebel ~
O weary wings washed with seraph's silvers, weep and bleed over this blackhole heart as the smoke of moon-leaf sleeps upon my lips ~ I taste lethal liquids with tints of torture through its tender tears ... neither salvation nor sins can seduce my sacred rhythm ~ since it does not starve for fanged foresights ringed with feral roses and fatal stars, as the hymns we hum are our own version, not destined to die with the deviation of desires O interstellar intuition wading within infernal incense ~ I am not elusive, I am never lulled by the locus of logic … let the sky u n l e a s h what flows with time and u n k i s s the mispronounced prayer as I, a roaring lily spirit stained with your love and lies, am not alone ~ but the only one closer to the cosmic q u i e s c e n c e… I am the heartbeat of the heavens, handwritten… with the ink of soul a believer of my own Sun, the Zenith of my own Zen … so let live and live, in this pulse of life for, it is a soulful crown ~ the throne of transcendence and this spirit seeks to be the truth that twins with the loyal essence of the Lord's divinity, as I remain ~ the rebel of nirvana ~ …
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