“He attains to the supreme Self, who is eternal, pure, fearless, formless, and supportless, who is without body, without desire, beyond the pairs of opposites, free from illusion and of undiminished power.”
The breath of God animates inert dust
which then in turn develops an ego,
which distanced from source engages in lust,
till reaching exhaustion, cravings let’s go.
Knowing we’re spirit, not this body-mind,
when with the throb of bliss beats we concur,
purifying heart, once divine aligned,
polarities merge and boundaries blur.
Exiting space time, we see in clear sight,
that we have been to by the scriptures lied,
for who in truth we are, is living light,
which we mark as the day delusion died.
Made in God’s image, we are as is He ~
Once our ego dies, we are truly free
Everything crumbles
Yet the support beams
Still stand to let you know
What you once had,
As if to taunt and tease you
The supportless beams are the
Only thing left in your haunting, lonely,
Blind, and mildewed world of self hatred
The raunchy smell of death is enough
To make you violently vomit
You look for a rope to end it once and for all,
But instead find a memory that was once
A happy pace in your life
Then it’s a race till you realize, eventhough
The rope would have ceased all the pain,
One day your life will have an even flow
And for some reason you still remain
At your sanitys breaking point, a different
Beam blasts blindly into vission, a sunbeam
Then a warm, secure, gentle hand reaches down
To pull you up out of your deserted, tainted,
And stranded world to start everything
Brand new,
A new
You
Once again my heart is shattered and weak,
Because i continually fall into this trap called love,
The depression its caused this time makes me not even want to speak,
Especially about hearts, flowers, cupid or even a dove,
Inside i feel broken and brittle,
I now have no one for support at all,
My strenght against loves' i realize is very little,
And now here i am again left to fall
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