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Borrowings of the great spirit All of this, this deity A crafting of this or that way

There are no beings at zero Enjoy that! You crucibles Like a fading of stars

I walk through a quince Like the daydreams of a dragonfly And a universal sphere

Everything is a cornerstone Laughing within a pineapple Like the binary appearance of The Great Void

Winged blessed heart clouds Like a dove sweetly And the songs of the forest

For the neu air I vary Like the nights of Succor from vintage 78s

The first hitchhiker laughs And paints in the reeds From a broken telharmonium

Listen to the wasserfalls And a gold palindrome As the clocks disintegrate

One flower is greater than any Bible An enkindling of God Red swans on the waves

A rupture in the raptures The rafters the kingdoms No Buddhas anywhere

Huzzah the accordion man And willows blossoming A ray from the azure

The sitars are floating In honeysuckle sutras Crucified to the bass clef

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Reforest the radio Just to illluminate all beings As This alternates without us

What is right here and older than the universe? The forever and eternal one Dabbling in its next resurrection

Past the flood and before star death An ideogram revolves in the sky Like a scarab to other dimensions

Disbelieve the clamor, disbelieve At each precipice a rutabaga The lovelier and the aimless

Unto the hiero masters begin And a royal wind of zinc Apartshatteringszl

Street mystic, broken sky Dead saint, saint of the heart jadewavesthatof

Beyond the cosmic waterfalls A vortex of dreamsz Yarrow, into

To drone like a detuned guitarist At the lameness of it all A septum manifesto

In the split moment of a leg breaking God is everywhere Then the human realm deunifies

Jah’s will be done in Asgard As it is in Trenchtown — etc., echolalia mastersz..

Smashed up harpsichords the Blurried melodies of Technics for madmen

That free, getting high on literature And a galaxy of meditations Freestyling through the silences

Avant garde are the wind’s patterns And radioactive trilliums All peaceful and strange like

We the unkempt astrologers Begin to lounge like fuschia As seers of the wind

Like quartz emcees in the canopy A doorway to deer forests Like bok choy novellas

That nuanced as a lesser goldenrod The shakuhachi quavers and flies Sweet forest, bitter nite

Awe radiates from your dome A piece of chakra light Illusionaries like you and myself

From serotonin to hickories I sway in the gonzoed out Let us endeavor, then traverse

As the Sermon on the Mount Is law of attraction hyssop Christ, the falsely sainted

My last golden breath As the chirruping subsides O cinnamon flowers

Hate nothing, use the hamsa Idyllic and unsound Our collective gods

A breeze of signlessness And great mantras Queendoms, queendoms

Creativity is bestowed by the deity How the absence of everything is like this Unlearn, unknow

Doors upon whirling doors That makeshift And yet eddies at your sandals

My heart is a rutabega Like a pachinko angel Lesser and lesser

After the war on falafels A continuum of air Mid-war, sacred minds

See into the toppled mind And waves of thoughts Be being

As the viola as the chimes A century tinged with jazz Buffalo heartsz

O shining ones, so effervescent I dance on the luminous My mind merges with the clefs

Who ceruleans the post-vagabond Like a perfect ocean And abruptly

As the velvet wind like I had sweet monkberries Berserker of the shruti

From the cycles of the way A hoodlum, a stray And a chasm of languages

Better than a spinning word Or an enshrined suicide Spiral of light

Summoning air and strings A banner of light and color Seamlessly the

Dream sequences flit away A tone lasting for years And a sigil, a sigil

Flight of the black swans Like a calendar of titaniums Our broken twilights

A traipsing of the shimmersz Like a painted corridor As a vacant city

From seedlings of laughter And a wild harpsicord Fleeting notations And mad archetypes

A tapir whirls past Sepia are my shoulderings Bring the firs of the forest

From the golden divers the Wiling out exactly A strand or two of her hair

The First Noble Damn It The Second Noble That’s It The Third Noble No Thing The Fourth Noble Dancing

When the circles walked and flew within And the weird art of the progressives At festivals upon festivals

To collapsing neu lungs Like a deviant orchid Uplifted out of the varying

A hovering of devas In parallel green eyes That is my avant-trash

A dazed out society of To the sanity from And in messianic tones

A billowing of peace To extreme disciplines A marigold country

The om goes by In a wild clang And resuscitates us all

As the songs of gamelans And myriad blue vapors I tonglen the dark

A mountain of spirits And the Jesuit eaters Sailing the mango sea

Everywhere neon foreheads Tarrying with God Detuned kalimba

How the sun soars Through a coriander Thy svahas

Assyriology and its coaxing Glyphic yet Tamarind after tamarind

The denigrated and atomless Our myriad savior in hell Begin to reach and then

From ethers and capoeria Sacred peacocks, the A villa of greens

Dove, dove, dove, dove The sky flowersz In a hundred seric knots

The buddha gave his first sermon to his five ascetics.. At the end ascetic Kondanna sd  “this is like this  because that is like that” And the Buddha sd “Kondanna knows! Kondanna gets it!” Im really seeing this now as well!! Everything is conditioned by contrasts Beautyness vs say, vultures Soft pillow vs stones ButContinue reading “Dependent Co-Arising”

I am a leaf floating upward And a circle forever whirling I have lost some friends

Rise ascend and blare This is the last topaz Every hexagram is changing

A birds call splinters From the fomented ones A blackened singularity

In deranged sleep and hemlocks Intoning the simorgh And crouching in deer skin

Unto living Have no doubts Unto death Just perfect nirvana

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Or fried dough as I know it. Home made beats confections, and honey. The little people here stand and deliver. Fly like Oklahoma rez mangs. The flourishes now here, now there.

Follow me to these last moments I fade and forever fade To the charms of every sunset

As poems and songs are warped out Abiding for green kalpas Awareness dies, and ressurects

🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 Plush subtle understated. A sepia glimpsings of now and then. Only the hauntology. Catchy earbugsz, and ascending descending strummingsz. Practice pop music like the wild slangsz

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Smoove creamy deft tones for the ultra 21st century etc and mastery of soul music. The heavy and the light and the blurp b00t. An immense forward looking immensity. Gleam in dudes eye as the song whirls. For the millionth note, onwards!

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Spacious phrasings, heads nodding to mantras. Nothing to believe, only fading away. Send golden karuna everywhere. And dig the urban wise ones as the world is nature.

Unfolding as it is, a blossomness Tuning completely with the skies Way of the deranged6nsz

🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 Shiningly chrystalline! Directly soaring! Angst becomes melody and hennas the very air and voicings. A lot of tidal beginnings that find pure expression. Rest heart, to you Sinead —

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Proto nerd dorks bless the mic and ears. What type of ill type ill arrangements and cadences can you become addicted too?! Just shine and sync with the utmost creative vein.

🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 Ultimately, ultimate. Husked voice flaring and folksy. Dance of the earworm. A rednecks delight. For the yearning and the plaintive.

🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 Protohiphop extravaganza rhymes n rhythms. As catchy as corona. The last folk song. Chorus, fiddles, etc… a rustic sing along.

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Exquisite song titling! Understated, subtle vocalizeds. Mellowness before you. Many songs of gold. Through all these years weightless on a chord. Again!

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Shoegazings in a stark black and white. Vocals entering half way through. The lostness of moods. Driving through riffs. And thoughts slowing — believe in healing guitars.

Post Malone — Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright (Bob Dylan cover) Out of the morose before ones the tweaking of the accents and dialect. From Minnesota to Dallas and granders. Acoustic paragraphs of a folk obelisk. Let the tatted up speak!

Sinead O’Connor — War (Bob Marley cover) 🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 Direct and soaring, searing. From rasta philosopher to Irish mad one. The chills and repetitions. And the of shredding of orthodoxes and heterodoxes. Gone into brightness.

Bigger than suffering and happiness Bigger than life and death As infinity, unwavering

🍟🍟🍟🍟 Outside of pop and yet of it. All sing songy as the horns lined the walls of their soundsz. This is a makeshift indie dream labyrinth. Bored sweetness. And vocals floating on the floating journeyings. Pop song joy!

Unto the melodious ones Third eye harmonies And great waterfalls

God is watching the universe In bored amazement And so much light

Doubled ecstasies the And infinite symphonies By the svahas of zazensz

Be the trees and the sky And the mind of basalt Unity everywhere

Poetix apocalypse resuscitatesz The cameo of UFOs As patagonia falls

That riff is sidereal From green everywheres Let the cosmos, cosmos

That air of the gnostics And xylophone callings Vaporized by the deer