I seal my perception away
in order to release my blindfolds
as I lay my eyes shut
geometric lights lead me
towards my own awakening
my minds jumble calms
stilling further and further
the more I lose my senses
the more I hear see and feel
the more I come to realize
inwards and out is the same
all archaic ways lead to moksha
the universal consciousness
is within and without us
we are symbiotic to each other
and all symbolic of the all
oblivious in common ground
gradually climbing up slope
towards previous divine right
only to separate or repeat again
for everything is a cycle
the phosphene trickster
who dances before my eyelids
narrates lifes own life story
as one flashbacks before death
only to live on again eventually
revealing minds nature as light
destined to reattach into the vast
ocean of the birth of all light
at the center of the cycle
an endless void of highest living
beyond our comprehension
condemned into personification
and mythological insights
for lightning in the sky exists
even if one would give it a face
showcasing religious ideal
in a sacred gallery of folktales
beyond is beyond understanding
god is a worn out shattered label
loopholes have defeate rigid dogma
universe is as fluid as it is constant
blissfully chaotic its name
where negatives and positive meet
that is the nature of the all
all there is was and will
transcending time and space
it is the largest and most minuscule
it is inside and out
the atman and the brahman
it is peace and war
it is observance and mindfulness
it is love and will always remain as is
Existence, the master of all illusion.
Life, a continuity of impermanence.
We, the inherent developing Atman.
the universe, the mind of the greatest mystic.
molded into meaning by merciless meditation.
birth by Brahman being the biggest light of man.
Love, a great gift given down from the gods.
surely showing a synchronous standard of seeing.
all, one and each one equal to all that is the cosmos.
Stuck in the rut of Samsara, ignorant repetition.
the fool who refuses to run away from the train of death,
rather than stepping aside from the tracks, seeking Moksha.
all is truth, though teachers teach through perception.
perceiving truth is miniscule to the eye of the parent of perception.
evolving consciousness, the initiation towards the wisdom of our parent.
seek Tao, take pilgrimage, Entheogenic sacraments, eliminate ego,
practice eightfold, distinguish ignorance, tolerate hypocrisy
holy revelations, reach oneness, attain Nirvana, shatter Maya.
