'...mind struggles for A title,
awake it sleeps,
down up the hills,
the wait of never 'I' witness,
between the dots it never kills,
deep wordless breath...'

'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.'

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

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

'shiny pixels decorating its head,
yet within has no need left to be fed.'

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

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.
~

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

'It sat next to silence,
harkening the rhythm of the tides,
saw 'their' holograms as timeless dancers,
tiptoeing in the soil of barren' mind.'
~

'in its zest,
creator's jokes,
sleeping under moon tree!'
~

'behind dawn's eyelashes,
eternal light,
celebrates its decay.'
~

'Understanding,
within spite of ecstasy and anguish,
won its Own contest amid transactions,
now feasting on immutable delight.'

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

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

'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.'
~

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

'with no capacity within its prayer,
summons,
Humanity.'

'Within the stranger's insults,
It glows!
Within the ignorance of a loved one,
It glows!
Within the arrogant human nature,
It glows!
It glows within the darkest most peculiar places of friction
where minds have proclaimed its employment!
It glows within its nOne of a kind!
O, Love!
Only you can leave the spiders free to run off...alive.'
~

'...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.'
~

'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.'
~

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

'platforms of appearances accumulate records,
courageous sharing is at a place,
for para shows of a step towards an edge,
solutionized, unsolvable,
no need of a parachute to jump,
flies before its leap.'

For 'the' pathless carousels,
eternal availability of tickets,
...no rush...
Divine delivery is free.

...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!

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

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

'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.'
~

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

'... life is in death, Mother!
with each heartbeat as a vivid reminder,
its rank crosses the line of departure as One,
only one... 'day at that time.'
~

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

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

'I' welcome 'you',
Breathing,
as I ~
never had to.'

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

'It gushes death into life and life into death without a drop been spilt.
Gracefully served!'
~

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

'It listens through the aethers,
sign grammar has shifted familiar,
serving well has no taste,
inside the sweetness of its giving.'

A conscious 'market' has opened,
Is wealthy enough for 'you' to purchase a Brain,
When no Truth Is a price for A heart to beat healthy,
It gives Itself 'the' free will within A thought of reclaim.

'loud and clear,
talks to God
until its voice was lost,
but should I worry dear,
within my claim of self,
it's simply an illusion,
it dreams itself awake,
'I' dissipate whenever here.'

'from its refacing circle,
an opaque decoration grew,
the topography of rugs are servents,
without a pattern's self to be.'

'bright and boundless,
with~out It
moons floating.'
~

It guards been guarded while guarding the guard. Its stamina is nothing in plenty! Mind's twisting its neat undergarment, proclaiming it freedom's eagerly doormat.  
~

'disremembered recordings,
footings undeveloped,
dissolved its gravitational splash,
into a void enveloped.'

'you' can get busy living,
once gone through a drainage pipe,
'Self's redemption turns into a movie.'

'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.'
~

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

'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''.'
~

'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...?

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

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.
~

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