Where Time is a Frequency and Space is a Holographic Unity
star light. big bang light. light of love
before love knew our names. before
we knew we were love, when all was dream
before we solidified. light, that light.
not Lucifer to blind us with Ill Loomin' Nation
from that cosmic Love that was first Made,
that thing that later, in hindsight, would call itself Tantra
kinda like the original Tantrum
Divine scream echoing forever,
and a fight where a Devil arrogant is cast down,
destroyed! its' chance of ruling anything,
smashed into religion and myth and
isolated temporary (maybe aeons but peanuts to forever) problem,
flowering crysanthemum of hope and that Love from earlier in the poem,
Tao has cast off no fragments.
there's nothing but tao. if it's not earth, it's heaven,
and people between,
it's NOT the way of the world.
arms to hold him with,
legs to wrap around her,
the gods made love and shared it with us,
found a map
walk the sky
do the monkey
burn at the stake,
decapitated for honesty
say you're sorry!
world of dirt and lugs. world of trash and misery and feces.
world of addiction, misery, self destruction
and what sentient being WOULDN'T want
Sokrates doesn't want to be ripped apart by beasts or raped by grinning horned Pans.
"Who am I, Odysseus? Ajax? Achilles? You were never my friend. You'll get yours."
lips swell, ugh, thirst! come, Death...
In your past life
(it hurt a lot)
time passes. The Buddha decides it's time for a new look. Maybe a "bob."
life times go by.
the world changes, perceptibly.
liars seem less cool.
the sun and moon dance.
it's the day after yesterday.
what will you do?
By White Spectral Worldbridger,
Mal to the Fighting Discordians
(explanation) this is in response to