You Think A Bird Brain
Is As Stupid As You!
All The Mocking Is
Sweet Music Ours...
You: Less Than...
Why Can't You Fly?
Hey! I Could!
See The Jet Filled With Humans!?
I Could Be In That One, Easy!
Yeah, Right, Without All The Help,
Fly On Your Own... Do Your Best...
Do You Have The Recipe, And
All Of The Ingredients?
Quack Quack, No I Can't
Even Sing (Dimensionless...)
Why Don’t You Have Feathers?
You Bozo Hanging T-Shirts
To Hang In The Naked Hot Air?
I Have Textiles, And Freedoms
I Can Wear With My Moods...
I'm Not Limited By One
Living Beautiful Radiant Sheen...
You Are Just Living On The Fruits
Of Numb-Skulls Numb'er Than You...
The "Skill" Of Conforming...
From Your Collaborationist Culture...
Dumb As It Comes!
Hey! Why So Melodic...
But So Harsh!? I Adapt...
On The Good Will Of Ever-More
Strangers.
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Free As Feathers
Catching A Whim
A-lighting From A
Breeze...
-Gray Squirrel
06-03-2026
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
in the cauldron of love
dimensionless boundless
zillions of lifetron nodes throb
energised by pranic magnetism
the flow of soma nectar entwines
all seemingly separate modules
blurring imagined boundaries
between God and our soul
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
Her mind is trying to sync with the rhythm of her soul, yet unknown.
With tunes unsung and plays rewritten,
She finds herself swindling between different worlds in an array.
With lullabies sung and voices embracing in unison,
Her soul still yearns for a place to retire.
As much as she enjoys the domineering adrenaline rush through her veins,
The thrill of chase made her forget the warmth of a quiet embrace.
She wants to experience the softened kiss of oxytocin.
Where numerous words can be communicated, within an untamed silence.
A dimensionless canvas to paint words,
That cries out the rhythms of her soul.
With silence ripping her out of the race,
She wants to put herself in solace.
With tears of laughter and cries of joy,
Her soul is in an unwavering dilemma.
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
She realizes she needs a burst of dopamine,
For her lesson practices yet to be sung.
a hollow space
in the cave of head
exerts a magnetic pull
dimensionless, centreless
the central staff of power
holds erect energies
in mind-body urn
a bliss flame
there is no one here
save formless presence
so we assign no preference
to chakras be they higher or lower
since each holographically represents
the boundaryless and dimensionless whole
"I Am You"
Each petal
a second
unfolding
dissolves
unicursal
mirrored
third eye
central
seated
at the
place
of
meditative
empty
rhyme
violet white jewel
crown universal
dimensionless
dreams
open portal
fear and pain
no longer
speak
no longer
hold
time
dimensionless
dreams
open portal
violet white jewel
crown universal
Each petal
a second
unfolding
dissolves
unicursal
mirrored
third eye
central
seated
at the
place
of
meditative
empty
rhyme
No longer
riddles
Understood
the
rapturous
colour
of
emptied
words
golden light
reflects
in my mirrors
I Am
Love
Speaks
the Divine
I Am
You
in your mirrors
golden light
reflects
on
emptied
words
symbols
and
signs
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
6th
Third Eye.
https://www.yogiapproved.com/om/the-third-eye-chakra-how-it-connects-us-to-our-intuition/
7th
Crown.
https://www.yogiapproved.com/om/the-crown-chakra-how-it-connects-you-to-the-divine/
https://gemstagram.com/facts-about-crown-chakra/
We are all but dreams of God,
Composed of flesh and bone,
Illuminating darkness with our senses.
Dimensionless infinity
Gets cold when you’re alone,
So the Muse of our existence
Pulls the blanket to Her chin.
And She dreams of little puppies.
And She dreams of falling down.
And She dreams about Her Mommy baking cookies.
And She’s frightened by the bogeyman
That hides beneath Her bed,
But comforted by teddy bears and dollies.
We are all but dreams of God,
Together and apart,
Confined within this bubble of perception,
For time and space are finite things
Through which The Sleeper’s art
Confides the inspiration
For the shimmer and the spin.
And it shimmers on the playground.
And it spins around the sun.
And it’s chased about by scientists and schoolboys
And it lights upon a blade of grass
And bursts upon a touch
While children chalk equations on the pavement.
We are all but dreams of God,
A range of subtle hues
That paint our waking world
With clear distinctions.
Yet we ourselves sketch Godly dreams,
Becoming then the Muse,
Imagining a purpose more profound
Than one within.
We are all but dreams of God.
Good night.
dimensionless domain of love
sea of rippleless tranquil calm
singular magnetic vibration
as a unifying healing balm
wherein save love nothing is
entwining all life form hearts
energised by the same light
with all one and none apart
seeming separation an illusion
being but images upon a screen
the one reflected as the many
to diverse experiences glean
love gentle & subtle & benign
allowing each life form freedom
to voluntarily choose to align
suffused with bliss in body prism
the one manifesting as plural
dual throb converging as single
as all energies thus intermingle
single eye beholds Gods miracle
10-November-2020
Ecstatic form vivifying rapture
Lets out a silent scream of pure delight
Climax renewal mind cannot capture
Pulsating throb we feel each day and night
A vast spacial stillness harbours this bliss
Identity vaporised presence still
Delighted in divine entwined caress
The elixir all voids within does fill
Imbibing love hues continuously
Loosens base instincts in form resident
Doing nothing we do transcend slowly
Being to become the bliss element
In timeless time as the void centreless
Essence of presence now dimensionless
29-October-2020
It may now be affirmed
With certainty confirmed
That the Anahata spacial
Attribute outpouring radial
Is the dimensionless centre
Emptiness where bliss enters
To satisfy hearts inner yearning
Self with Self in purity connecting
Transmuting all the lower vibrations
Within pure essence of blissful elation
Throbbing thus in an unending continuum
Each node within becoming a new sensorium
24-October-2020
We may liken head as Hiranyagarbha
Containing manifested universe within
The dimensionless Anahata an enigma
Residence of Atma in stillness sanguine
Upon cosmic egg splitting arises duality
Male & female energies fuse in the heart
Giving rise to bliss of explosive intensity
Moment to moment ignition does restart
Gurus divine blessing as rod of initiation
Enlivening within form enabled lifetrons
Thus arises from root to crown bliss elation
The pulse of bliss at each moment reborn
There is no finality upon this pathless path
The divine love imbibed in hues beauteous
Each moment in the pulse a holy sabbath
Resonating with the divine play continuous
Our affirmation no validation of this secret
Each in aloneness receives as of their merit
31-July-2020
Do we feel the unmistakable zing
of elixirous Divine magnetism
within in our hollowed out being
as ineffable boundless bliss bubbling
even as we dissolve in ecstatic rapture
becoming That that eludes capture
being a dimensionless transmutation
defying mind cognisable delineation
a marginally redemptive micro biography
offhandedly ushered into this reverie
by Ellipsis the muse of all highway roundabouts
my first impressions at age minus 20 minutes
stuck in the birth canal of a woman
whose deeper psychological structures
think she is withholding permission
her screaming was possibly misplaced
since dying was only seemingly inevitable
not knowing what a scream is
I am struck by the echo in the delivery room
which gives me my first indication
of a space that is filled with something other
myself presently possessing nothing other
only a great body-long dimensionless squeezing
amplified by the gentle tug
of my deliveryman's forceps
though possibly not so gentle
since to this day I am left with
dents and ripples upon my peanut head
which would constitute a turgid prose novel
for any Nazi phrenologist worth his calipers
apparently a mighty heave ho
and some cheer leading by the hovering nurses
released her death grip sufficient to the task
of birthing another potential carrier of civilization
into the world of sequence and insanity
I suppose all that future grunting
kinda got its start right here
The Body Recognized
in brief..
we misidentify our bodies
by forms assumed over
our years..
experience reports the
images by which we
have contained and weighed
and gendered the body
for so long..
now we must ponder that
our time-space body
as it walks and talks
is quite narrowing of a
new dimensionless
recognition..
in brief...
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