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

''Under orange trees,
bare-footed lemons sipping apple tea!
Fine 'I thought's a dead bee,
flying high on the bottom of Its cup.''
~

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.
~

'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.'
~

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

'it might forge it for a while,
like each origin does its wicked child,
consume its speech and smile,
but it begins drooling out,
like saliva through a cloud,
yet for this One...
'how many' selves were drowned...
in Golden streams of splendid recreation,
until this One...
liquidising sanity,
coughing its medicinal observation,
now Happy knows,
has lost its cups of wisdom somehow.'

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

'in-between breaths,
it dances its story!
within heart bathed in an everlasting union,
'I' needn't justify this joy,
nor its precious glory.'
~

'playing themes,
grinning oblivious data of needn't grasping what it knew,
One author ~
buried alive within a few!'

'a silent bystander's watching,
while sees nor its silence,
nor its mark,
Awaken's  dreaming,
observation witnessing  asleep.'

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

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

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.

'falling for this Human form in which none is born ...
why altering belts!
this rollercoaster is glorious!
dodging the bullets
glancing now at its grin,
found later they **** from within.'
~

'A search for having its quest.
'I' observe!
'You' endeavour!
'They' explore!
For whom is yet hunting?
Does One 'hole' swallow millions of rabbits...and Alice?
Who the __ is Alice!
Amidst snared gods,
conscious within a feeling of being empty
is already full...off it.'
~

'rips out the guts of knowledge,
each stitch of your costume,
every layer, zero grand design,
eardrums receiving frequencies,
love's below as above.'

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

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

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

'tracking stream,
querying lords,
its rounds are near,
eager to play with the sounds,
it swims off shore's meditation,
inside puppet's ocean,
best illustration.'

Cloud's gravity!
Hauling its royal dogma of how soon is too soon for a fool to 'die' before it retires, In reaching the picks of its crown!
~

'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.
~

'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.
~

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

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!
~

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

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

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

'...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.'
~

'Under roof's cracks,
reptile's guard's sleeping,
with exquisite earplugs.'
~

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

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

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

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

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

'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.'

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

'how much do 'you' think it might cost you 'the' truth,
for your heart to beat healthy?
how much Self,
you were willing to sell for 'its' safety.'

'...the glamour of being " awake" is blooming torture,
within "mind"s vertical lines,
mirroring its empty fortune.'
~

'... script's data,
typography's dead man's memoir,
inking vowels
of a barren mind.'
~

we all adored the fireplace built-in our beloved library,
its greatest mission of keeping us glowing while browsing,
and oh dear, we browsed, halfway through which,
knowledge was left barefoot in front of its speech,
inhumane master of effort,
exercising pack of matches for its very reach,
it took only One spark of blasted spiritual paper,
as I recollect, Joy titled it...
'' appropriate negligence ''
a pleasing story, 'I' thought,
yet wrangles with Joy as agreed,
for nothing indeed.

'I' welcome 'you',
breathing,
ought I never had to.'

'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.'
~

'infinite shelters...
where 'I’ am not,
neither in the city of god
nor in mine,
love, I am home,
living
within my absence.'
~

'...transmutation,
praying now won't help!
hopeless it seems as 'I' hold it,
leaving no marks from its paint.'

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

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.
...

'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.'

'supreme manners turning into  feasts,
'I', devouring's  love,
'I', colour-blind Art's peace,
articulating lecture's reality,
bragging its release.'