'' I fell asleep while awake
and I conversed with the gods
who are these creations of myself ! ''
Be born .
Suffer .
Die .
And come back again
in the circle of this burlesque tragedy .
Prince .
Warrior .
Jester .
Or poet ,
who waters
the flowers of the ephemeral .
Desire and thirst for life .
The Moira is waiting
for the engagement...
Nothing belongs to us .
Everything is ours .
Monk of the absolute ,
friar of the doubt ,
gospel of impermanence ,
the apostel ...
The chessboard Buddhas ,
as the hour of time,strikes,
infinite compassion .
On chaotic altars ,
dance grimacing deities,
the devotees...
Worship ,
shipwreck ,
destructive vertigo ,
universal illusion ,the game...
Nectar of immorality
and immortality ,
to the woman's lips ,
hanging shreds of flesh
given birth to ...
Immolation ,
state of possession .
'' People say I'm a tomb .
I'm your mother ! ''
Unspeakable pain !
Unfathomable softness ...
Be reborn .
Healed .
Put on clothes .
Here I am ,holy fool
in this cave ,
the obscure enlightenment...
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Author:
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Comments3
This poem takes several turns and ends abruptly in obscure enlightenment. Well done
A brief illumination that returns to its starting point in this idea associated with a circle (That is meant to be cycle) .
Ah yes everything is a circle in the end.
We are in endless cycle of birth and death.
Wonderful creation ! Magnum opus !
The image is evocative....
Nothing belong to us, everything is ours .... wow !!!
Mystic of the shadow that does not betray the flesh .
Song of wisdom that doesn't glorify the human condition.
It is a kind of mystical diary of humanity. Within it resonate archetypes, religions, and philosophies, yet everything converges into one: life is a game, and only by accepting it as such do we attain that ‘dark clarity’ which you call enlightenment.
Black and white sources mixing their waters in the delta of enlightenment .
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