Poems on Mysticism |
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Gentler Than a Featherbe gentler than a feather as the thought of a feather, gentle would be gentle as the emptiness where feather-thoughts are born as quiet as all potential, it is resting. Authentic Trustobjectivity is subject to interpretation in perpituity towards truth context is truly infinite but the being that understands context pushes to omega repetitions of analysis one, two, 500 million. Show me what objectivity buys on a market of experience as large as that as small as one or less. Hold my hand and two hands are one hand-holding. Talk with me and two voices are one conversation-having. Watch me weep and we are one tear-knowing. Love the world and we are one world-beloving. All the Souls Have Broken in Your Heart Just Nowinside is WHITE HOT burning POWER AUTHORITY and COMPASSION for lack of better words ANGER LIFE DEATH HOPE SOUL SPIRIT CONSTANT CONSTANT CONSTANT this feeling never stops there are always more people who need the purist empathy push when you can push and when your pushing is rejected pull, pull, pull! and when your pulling is rejected, be, be, be! and when your being is rejected, be more BE MORE FUCKING BE MORE. Presence of MindThe ironic self is waiting for the impatient pace of thought. It is only the mind's eye that scans the span of time. And mine scans spans long latently divine, now knowing passing moments offer more than we design. This is more than a fractured dream could be explicit the futures not yet seen - they are illicit |