'In the cracks of its blissful inferno,
Eye's blind!'
~

'Fishes' vocal cords climb summits on the water,
In One cut's enough a slaughter!'
~

'Asleep or awake,
a snake has its eyes wide open!
In a Dream of no heartbeat or hope,
shedding the skin of a rope.'
~

'Little bug's dream in A Sleep,
****** by the cracks of Its rug.'
~

Truth 'nurtures',
Once buried with a shovel's unbothered virtue.
~

'I love the rain when I forget my umbrella!
I love the Sun when burning my skin!
I love the rugs, pulled under soaked feet of camomile steam!
I love a dying man's smile!
I love the carefree giggle of a child!
I love what I see,
Once I pull my eyes out.'
~

'Did it penetrate the now of its how?
A little worm
Oh, dear!
Is feasting on sounds of the found,
in deaf bird's ear.'

'It knows no journey from death to birth.
In the face of its wide open wooden case,
eyes are wide open shut.'
~

'I heard a splendid
unknown boohooing
in a realm full of nobodies,
of its nothing
Nature buries all,
for the one nominee's diligent fall.'
~

'Innocence, a luscious breath's velvet!
When a 'baby's born,
all specks are bright,
'grown' in and out of Its dead cradle.'
~

'In a haven unknown by name,
on board's arctic void,
life's a mirror of death voyage.'
~

'Its vocal cords are void's idioms of life's undone throbbing.'
~

'Sunshiny nighttime,
a little naked frog
caught a fly,
beyond the honey.'
~

'A vertical chute has no water in Its cradle,
yet,
full of broken paddles!'
~

'The lost flavours in Its speech
are now merely sweets of silence.'
~

'The chef's hands are both chopped, 'A la Carte'!
On exquisite menus,
the bland Art of Bon Appetites
is for those served in Its sleep.'
~

The dream state, powerless 'human' retreat! Isn't it wonderful to run away or be devoured by a 'tiger', not knowing that you are sleeping in bed? Awaken state, powerful 'human' deceit, as nine billion 'gurus' are dreaming of chasing after One 'tiger', some '****' for its knowledge, some for its meat.
~

Life's priory sounds are laud in search of a 'language'.
In silence, Its echoes are dead.
~

O, 'true' Love! Did you get hit?
Then kept hitting, kept going,
killing ideas of having a self!
Now, watch out for that special magician,
the one who has already vanished,
as for sure is the biggest hit performer of all.
~

'It swallowed then spat.
Sweating, countless 'dead bodies' are surfing waves in Its bathtub!'
~

'It blows! And yet, here comes another 'new day' as broken 'million' pieces for the wind to take! 'I' loves its human condition,
where freedom has turned into a blissful marching parade.'
~

'Who remembers your first breath!
Your first step!
All recollections of a 'child's birth are within Its void!
To Be
or
Not To Be...
Am 'I',
Being dead in its poetic theme.'

Its fire's placid, as 'I' performs the roles of a guard, inside vivid designs, 'am' drowned in Its 'natural' acid.
~

'...in Its innocent dance,
all bones are healed,
by breaking One by One and 'I',
am Its most glorious,
pill of illusion.'
~

'Hello, you epic tool!
You know...
'I thought' is none existent.
Merely a fool,
sailing within its sinking boat!'
~

'Under a rock barried Its secret,
A secret  unknown to 'the' world, Where clouds are  dancing sounds of its cricket, Through the silent melody of Its infinite sky.'
~

...time flies...
Good news, you are the pilot!
Better news, time is a formed concept.
Epic news, within Pure Consciousness,
The pilot's character melts,
In Its formless eternal...flying!

''Two hundred and six bones within 'I thought's ***!
Broiling Its beginning and Its end at once.''
~

'It pretends to be here,
Imminent Ego's trick!'
~

It sat down to reconsider its beliefs and yet...
felt hungry then began to struggle,
pulling hard so it can chew its head!
~

All within One!
Waves are coming...
never ready,
never steady...
Go!

'I' dreams of a dream crosser...It cut across in the bark with a fine 'mind'! In silence, passion runs through the empty pages of its anonymous author.
~

...as It wiggles within,
dare see Its ignorance,
sealed wide,
'I' is tearing fabrics' chimaera.
~

Oh, Love!
You have eternally looked for a lover...
As it is...
Now pale and quiet,
It is...
already 'dead'.
~

Perfect between breath assets!
Freedom, such a goody!
To have experienced freedom from time to time is madness!
How can anyone experience 'freedom' at all!
It is merely a background...
In which all experiences happen from time to time.
Mad, mad world!
~

'I' is giggling!
An innocent, empty perimeter,
There is no life nor death as It remembers...
It forgets its creation.
~

'I thought I saw a fish, but no...It was a fox,
over the rocks in its demand to regain,
overhears One 'man' within a million that's sinking.'
~

'Within my sweet, yet fruitless womb,
I, The enlightened tale,
Am growing a 'snake'
that's chewing its tail!'
~

'Forbear explanations for 'I am' hardly comprehending,
revelations filling 'wooden' boxes,
decomposed within my placid stream...'
~

Life,
One story after another...
A theme,
I know,
Am awake in a dream.
~

'...Holds nothing...
In love with Its peace!'
~

'Within ignorance
Samsara comes,
Samsara goes!
Growing tall on the tip of its tongue,
how irrelevant as slowly diminished.'
~

'...my terms are rather simple,
taking nothing on demand,
as I observe...
I see the one who does!'
~

'Double helix' winds around each other in a twisted ladder, their strong backbones like an 'old poem' crashes in between lines...As the spectrum turns white, only a blind can find its eyes and see the truth's written in the wind.
~

Living platform, the heart's suitable lover and the mind's holographic design! No one as 'I'...will ever discover the trails in this absolute line of life's random cartoon.  
~

'I's ground peculiar's moulding,
characters without a sound,
none of them knows why It can not remember,
nor how It forgot.'
~

'Once I sat engaged and chatting, much I marvelled the supreme... ''Bliss!'' Chuckled I, ''yes bliss!'',
tormentor of my dreams.'
🙏
~

'...a newborn doesn't know that is loved,
in not knowing,
already it is.'
~

Πώς μπορεί κάτι να είναι όμορφο ή πώς μπορεί κάποιος να είναι αξιαγάπητος ... Τα αντικείμενα δεν είναι όμορφα και οι άνθρωποι δεν είναι αξιαγάπητοι. Η αυτοσυνείδητη επίγνωση είναι πραγματικά αξιαγάπητη, καθώς όλη η αγάπη είναι μόνο για τον εαυτό.
...

...if it ever comes,
then breaks upon its 'own' release!
Pain and bliss are cookies I can taste,
ah, Peace,
the way 'they' crumble...
in the barrel of beliefs,
is the most convincing puddle of conventions,
yet I never find 'my' self to Be.
~