'communion,
is it intimate dear?

time's sacrament realises its abbess,
under the tongue, it moves 'near',
with no.frame to unfold.'
~

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

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

...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.
~

'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.'

'in the hospitality of its quiet ballad,
deaf's ears are resting.'
~

'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.
~

'gods' in a set of 'arms',
charming perception of self,
unfolding band's instruments,
playing each other at once.'

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

Nothing is suffered nor has reached!
Yet, Human strains are traded fancy bubbles of love's vapoured devotion as in reality, 'their backbones' are already broken...with 'caution'.
~

Alkaline concepts of human satire require liquid.
Cruising against or down rivers still, cry 'me' a river!
Up and down,
Its mind's preys are swimming as one.
~

'...round the clock!
inside ignorance's painting
'fishes' are dying,
dashing its blueprint on a rock.'
~

'In surreal playgrounds 'bunch of monkey's hanging from a Tree,
with handy biomorphic implements
carved Its social crown for 'free'!'
~

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

tracking flashes,
examining count,
passing round near,
you say I am a puppet,
eager to play with the sound,
'active' swim shore off meditation,
I am a puppet you adore.'

'for it to Be,
demands Are its role,
without such is becoming fool's mystery in which,
Truth nurtures nothing for its innocence.'

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

'in pangs of hunger lost its cravings,
the truth alone is enough!  
within contentment,
all of its selves died,
for It to survive.'  
~

'they relaxed united,  
respectively glancing at each other's masks.'

'pass it on,
where is none and yet,
glimpses of lettered recollections,
registered 'I' thought,
-forgot.'

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

'...στη ζωή,
ο θάνατος δεν χρειάζεται να σε βρει,
έχει ήδη!'
~