'it gives, but is not a giver,
it loves, but is not a lover,
it breathes but is not a breather,
it exists but is not a life,
there is no mystery within the growth,
of its practice in which there is no exercise,
no realisation reaches it.'

'collective's feast!
memorials borrowed,
precisely articulating within as a beast,
chewing its love,
yet slaves a great effort when comes to swallow.'

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

'in this vast ocean of love,
few swim naked,
most are grooming from above.'

'owns,
observes its observation,
impressive 'I' thought,
amnesia,
falls from trees,
like autumn leaves.'

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

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

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

'had nothing to lose,
nothing to gain,
...
delivering  life,
birthing pain,
it was dying alive.'

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

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

'it ranted!
ten feet tall ran onward.
tracing trails,
it took its walks for granted.
digesting inabilities gain,
A '*******',
finds the strength within its knowing that will never walk again.'

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

All 'her' lovely companions are faded and gone,
'Her' words among mankind have no lips, nor tongue,
O unawakened earth,
Hear the trumpet of prophecy,
O wind,
The shepherd sings and dances alone,
Inside 'her' delight of blooming,
'He' belongs.

'lost' its armour,
had One so it began,
simulated prelude,
bored,
transpired,
approved,
'found' its armour,
never had One so it began...
forming a pillar,
pure creation,
was it done...?

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

'its mind',
'its thoughts'
are cinema's choreography.
o, forgotten master,
'your' steps are the One that no one can remember,
but 'you' dance!
unseen,
tracing the lost,
is beginning to show,
its own end,
'It' knew this which now,
'it' was then and yet,
'I' can only pretend.'

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

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

'Bones,
'they' demolished!
As I sprawled down
held within a body,
''overheard its sounds'',
the cracks of sorrows.
Flesh,
one beat within another!
Rhymes the rhythm of a heart,
I dissected but couldn't rediscover yet.
Remembrance,
what is that on your 'summit'!
Waving a wand...
bones' flesh of 'major fairies'
squatting One's mind...'
~

'Δεν κατανοεί την πλατφόρμα της,
Μια αίσθηση αυξάνεται μόνο για να μειώσει,
Ενώ ο θάνατος έρχεται στη ζωή.'

'the belive of not thinking that which is already believed,
as miracle hikes on the rooftops once in a life 'time',
characters never witness through their sealed windows.'

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.
~

''...worth's true 'self',
prized by none.''
~

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

'firmly allocated source,
fabricates its vessels of creation,
in this Golden irreversible pause,
of your mutable humane mutation.'

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

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

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

'...for I am rapidly mistaken,
undeniably convinced,
for I am free as caged,
a gift's forsaken theme,
for I am vertigo's alert of anguished bliss...
from earth rotating in my sleep.'
~

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

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

In the depths of winter, I finally learned that in me, there is a great summer, where silence becomes a symphony of a blind man's privilege to hear. I, pleased needn't be, as God knows I tried too hard, too long, too many times! I do not know, nor I belong. Freedom, so sweet, there's no flavour left in me for you to master.  
~

It didn't plant it.
It didn't flood it down.
It didn't abolish it reasonably.
It didn't alter my soul according to the 'fashion'.
Rather, served its most uncompromising visions mercilessly!
It flicked the flicker.
Began flicking,
Flared conquered all in vain.
-Nothing- pronounced,
-Something in the brain-
Was 'performing'.

'κάτω από την ψευδαίσθηση της επιφάνειας,
η αγάπη δεν είναι τίποτα,
για την ανθρώπινη πράξη της,
η αλήθεια δεν έχει χρομα του ανθρώπου.'

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!
~

'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.
~

'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.'
~

Intentions, a dreadlocked mind of a poor yet gifted creator, drawing rainbows in jail cells, visualising infinity of how soon is too long to comb its extensions. A freeman in a guardhouse is a hostage of a guaranteed glory's probation.  
~

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.
...

'rainfalls of divine ****** flooding intelligence...
through a calculation of movement,
within each heartbeat has stopped,
nearby 'I' analysed will deliver me,
just before it chews its love and then swallows.'

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

'a mind, a prisoner of thought,
what from whom to where and how is gonna be...?
a man can find its way towards commitment,
when free, to walk away within.'

'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.'
~

'intrepid as convenient,
splashing ink of gasping paragraphs,
resulting in opinion,
unhesitant,
within ever sinking glory,
parading's story of its cosmic commodity.'

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.
~

'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.'
~

'A Human without a ''home'' is seen as homeless...
But we all are...Until!'
~

...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.
~

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