'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.'

Only once 'I' ever understood me,
When I didn't understand me.

''An award in 'sheep's shaving' comes with a shepherd craving, As within each 'seeker' breathes an animal of final offering to run its primal!''
~

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

'the truth is that I,
objects within none and yet,
reaches indoors to all there is,
Humanity...
heartfelt redemption is unsettling 'performances' for 'many',
liberation for 'some' it seems,
while 'few' are awake in the sleep of 'their' deeds.'

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

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

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

'In reality,
A world languished in its lunacy,
'returns' to the natural state of healthy amnesia
within One's purgatory.'
~

'...Welcome stranger,
to the show...

...In 'the middle' of a dream,
needn't grasp a thing...'
~

'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'. '
~

Piece by piece they kept breaking your body,
It was a way to make themselves feel,
Exercising love out of habit was their favourite hobby,
Out of which you were left with nothing to heal.

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

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.  
~

'marked,
above ~
below itself,
indefinite lives,
ahead ~
behind itself,
rest needn't.'
~

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

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

'the greatest 'surgeries' require sharp cuts,
within its natural invasion needn't anaesthesia,
nor 'patients'...
as a tool to operate.'
~

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

'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.'

'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.'
~

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.
~

'through infinite portals is exposed,
within nothing to discover,
the most intelligent show,
is running undercover.'

'vocal cords,
a vibration's void,
delicate,
it purchased strings,
for its immutable expression,
then sold it to the wind.'

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

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

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

'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.'

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

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!
~

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

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

'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.'
~

'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.'
~

'Truth has no means,
Its reflections of Being Is an empty infinite screen.''
~

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

'how an authentic apology glances at what true forgiveness does...,
'the' paint of panorama's risen recognition of a departed artisan,
sinks long before any of its lines can proclaim itself an Art.'

This is not a rehearsal 'my' love,
This, Is the real thing 'he said',
After sitting in silence for hours, I said 'let's talk', let's hear',
- Oh, no dear, please join me for a cup of tea instead - '
It was a man who was enjoying 'his' silence, simply a man who couldn't pretend.

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

'quiet anticipating,
picked the most suitable spot,
for its greatest entertainment,
all theatres are shut.'

'The affairs of singular tales are living within its absence.
Once 'adopted', its alchemy evaporates.
Shiny tools for thee,
unbothered what it can not flee.
Through bland swells,
has aroused within a bubble it seems,
drooling out the flavours of its being.'
~

'now's getaways,
an elegant escort of its inner satisfaction,
humanity's courage sold within its loving comfort...
how high did 'you' bet?
did 'you' get high enough to bet!'

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

'I hold no memory for things I've learned,
nor for what I've read,
nor for things apprehended nor heard,
neither for people nor displays,
weighing nothing,
acquired nothing,
'I' knows
child's ignorance!
its enigma is sluggish,
inexperienced in conceiving deliberately,
grasping silence,
incapable of sound's unbroken thinking,
I, within 'its' story...
am barely pronounced.'
~

'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.'
~

'breaking morning,
shining sunrise,
beautiful as dawn is,
bathing eclipse,
is light regardless,
sees the godless soul,
sold in this newborn doves gold,
alone the shimmer,
depthless oceans battle,
disposing of bleeding tools,
as nothing, is what appears,
within shadows and holograms,
pause, seeking for a heartbeat,
a wave finds it,
transmitted into memoirs,
for love as a prayer,
love of its silent supreme.'

'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.'
~

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

'...once you come undone,
''who'' do you need above its below,
and ''what'' do you love below its above...'
~

'illusion's transparency in reality overlapping condition,
'how' Blessed is the one who finds 'himself' in vain.'
~