'...it soaked by the lake,
of mind's whispering willow,
as Silence,
I hear its core,
whipping the current of tears.'  
~

'Comes a time', when it feels so good to be in a traffic jam or irritated on a top of a mountain, even jogging with snakes in freshly clipped grass! When there're no parts of me enslaving its labour, nor I being aground. Ah, Peace, whatever life's delivering, I don't mind.
~

Regardless of its virtue, 'relationships' are craving' delights! Digesting' sentiments within its empty,
One 'finds' love without its appetite for being found.
~

'over its blazing embers,
αναστενάρια soul dances!
pray's flamings igniting,
glowing in the fire,
O, ecstatic master,
I 'simply' am.'

Resistance feeds on fears,
Fear feeds on beliefs,
Beliefs are feasting on concepts in perceptions of a separate self!
O, courage,
Courage is needed!
Transparent,
Genuine,
Heart,
Bursting its million pieces of One!
~

secluded,
without vision,
quiet,
no wonders 'here',
formulates itself,
cropping spectacle,
drumming its heart until it prevails.'

'sweating for its meat,
self-fed gets comfortably indeed,
yet a wolf who wears fleeces...
is a funny looking sheep.'

Healing. A myth. The most generous illusion of all. When I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain, the only 'interval' of peace befalls when asleep. Even then dreams appear like...family of zombies hunting me and regardless of what follows, peace remains! So if I remember while asleep, that 'my' dreams are random, appearing within me as peace, why can't I remember, when 'awake', that a painful 'reality' is a dream within 'my' sleep, and all displays through conscious are nothing, but a script in the wind. Where do I find myself a 'bed' and how can I sleep, when I'm all along sleeping my dream.
~

'Being ready or not is irrelevant, when tissues are wearing off and bodies are quivering, in each storm, are swayed by the wind, as eternal peace of delivering.'
~

per words denied,
sharp tongue cut's centuries,
yet!
its service needn't immunity.'

'Its spiral sprang!
Hanging from a string sprawled in the forest amongst trees,
ran with fireflies and burning horses...
like a mad man mirror's reflection of none.'
~

'One pool,
'hundred experts' sinking,
split body pieces advancing,
liquefying borderless,
does not '****' that which did not create.'

'When the Sun is in flames, hooray, comes the ultimate 'cook'!
Earth trial of homemade recipes is One of its finest.
Don't be shy, undress to impress!
Dare feel the hotplates' burners and dine!
Mind's alert! Can't you see,
'Chef's baking the most exquisite s_ _t for your dessert?
Love, thank you, and Bon appetite.'
~

'within peace,
human's narrative's pouches
are
empty
of anguish,
empty of bliss.'
~

'...and It made an artisan!
Seen by those who aren't born yet.'
~

'purpose'
within life's eternity is just a pause,
a fragile moment's tiny punctuation in immortality,
as I,
in truth's strain trials
Am unfettered.'
~

'high!
refreshing so to speak,
never shy,
neither weak,
muscle,
'two' inches over hill.'

'Alive...
Is between breaths assets!'
~

'It collides, in this master segment, records articulation's dead, therefore alive! The windsurfed purpose of those who didn't catch the drift is long gone, yet still beside, climbing downhill, consumed in praising for nothing in faith's genuine friend's infinite zeros of that, which has no self of its had.'
~

'exhibited its delivering,
upon heart's collection of crickets,
lifeless,
yet shivering.'

'is not like it made a list of ways to assassinate itself!
expanded linear optics 'are' washing its canvas,
demolishing its Own existence
inside eternal preparation to understand,
near it will smear as 'It Is' Becoming stained,
traumatised landscapes,
embraced within a character's temptation to escape.
now!
how epic have 'I' been my Self.'

'enjoy your bliss,
dive in the affection of its goodies.
it shall pass.
enjoy your suffering,
Own it while you can!
sacred Humanity,
existing extremity within its thicket,
stretching its legs, listening to crickets,
searching for a winner of a 'golden ticket.'

'..human's patches
seeding undercover,
flesh merely's worth the effort,
in whatever I discover.'
~

'tremendous cruising,
through gate's vertical lines,
unbothered,
Nature eternally snoozing,
as I 'am' sleepwalking awake.'

'for I ...
there are no diversions,
as no battle on diversion has yet been declared!'
~

'snapped its mind on an edge of a realm,
irrelevant 'two' marks from trial's earth,
now's an unfettered run.'
~

'Until facing the umbra,
One's sleeping with 'the' lights on!
Once awake within its slumber, 'sees its shadows' as it is.'
~

'Once ****** out of 'its' comfort zone, the body aches!
As discomfort matures through its screen leisures,
It thrives...
'Knowing' that in each umbra,
mind's tool are an empty treasures.'
~

'the Truth is that...
''my'' heartbeats!'
~

Once the 'Art' of ''Beating a dead horse'', turns into a serious hobby, Those, floating between holly banks, navigating a 'boat',
are majoring One foot in and out of their throat.
~

'Between brackets won't flee.
Comfortably in its pause, the obvious Is barking!
Yet impossible to hear nor to see.'
~

'Sees 'within' itself!
Unveiling undergoing's Births as infinite blessings.'  
~

The death of human design and its nature...
Shredded my heart into a fortune!
~

'Trust no tomorrows however pleasant.
Let the yesterdays bury its dead!
In the breathing presence of truth,
Humanity's departing leaves its trail on a cloud of dust.'
~

'...when you wane,
would I comprehend,
your heart' vertical rise,
reaches no end,
as infinite love,
I am here,
loyal friend.'
~

'In grace's barefooted shuffles,
conscious' pulling spiritual muscles.'
~

'I, in the land of the free ...
'where' would you be without me!'
~ Ego

...'I's sweet conversations, full of half sentences!
Swapping its thought inside uninterrupted nap.'
~

'I', seen,
eye's cataract ...  
savouring
the edge of an erratic router.'
~

'...found its way and bred a 'game',
to undo the rules of mind and frame.
And nature laughed away as the voices grew,
washed out the field and buried 'their' crew.
So how does a 'twilight' paws!
Closer than a heartbeat, knowledge flashes out,
in every now 'abolished',
within 'a dream' it Is, as it Is without.
Hasn't walked 'for days' though It followed,
Human marks within Nature's empty trace is of little use...
for the Earth to swallow.
When 'mind' plucks it up in its Is.land of doom,
thoughts all have turned up into a choir of a glorious fool.'
~

'Cerebella's bailiwick summits are on endless sale, 'I' insists purchasing One for the road, but ''my'' friend seems rather comfy, with or without its human ''retail''.'
~

'I crewed 'today',
...
O thee,
have you puzzled me
with care,
in the land of the free?
~

' shine bright it says,
  unknown,
  gone before its arrival!'
  ~

'Starved or fed,
companies' universal numbers are riding conscious carousels, spinning its head in silence' under-covered majors!'
~

...this 'body' miracle birthed,
breathed,
fed,
neither bad nor good,
in ignorance's purity,
'misunderstood'.
~

'There is no way to love or hurt ''another'',
when sinking within my heart,
Truth needn't approval.'

'broken bones!
joints growing judgment!
it beats,
but I feel strong...
dozing pulsation.'
~

'Moulded in vertical drawings,
Valley's peak drills holes in the sky,
...In vain...
'I' floating ignorance 'Am' celebrated disposition...
Of a God's ego claim.'
~

'Mind's high-grade orchestra,
the best One in its game!
Sat and sang its Ego killer' strain.'
~

'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
~