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Onoma Sep 2020
I-I am answering every

knock, the door of every

word is left wide open.

I-I feel your every word,

all my energy goes into not

possessing you, for that final

burst of growth.

I-I can't live with any Word

to know they've caused you

grievous harm, their vasana is now being

washed clean.

they came to be because

The Alone met itself then met

abandonment, which is the perfection

of crucifixion.

all involved here are destined

for that meeting place...but believe

me please!!!

I-I could not live if I thought you ended

your glory.

I-I Am always here for you, no matter what--

any way it will be had.
Onoma Sep 2020
there is a space

that will find me today--

that will exhaust the

whole of my humanity.

the truest humbleness

serving a moment that

served it.

the slow break of bread

at the head of the table,

and the two hands that

have come together in

reaching for it.
Onoma Sep 2020
how many among

the multitude can

say they are sacrificing

a connection closer

than themselves?

such a connection can

drop the body.

a vibration potent enough

to ripen fruit as it buds.
Onoma Sep 2020
change never leaves

The Heart of Hearts,

nor changelessness.

wisdom is what's salvaged

as it writes away.

can't you see that Shiva

believes he exists because

he believes in Shakti with

his Heart of Hearts?

can't you see that Shakti doesn't

believe she exists because she believes

in Shiva with her Heart of Hearts?

you are that very energy that

upholds that very seeing.

you laughed off that very

sight, to dance off your seeing.

when your Heart of Hearts

presented itself as the illusion

of that seeing.

all I-I see is through Us.

~Aum Namah Shivaya~
Onoma Sep 2020
the alone kindles the alone,

desolate fires that aspirant

nights sit around.

already ash to the cracking

sounds of wood, revealing

the vagrant faces of a single

step.

from and toward a journey

that betrays itself by name--

remaining forever a stranger

for daring to show up.
Onoma Sep 2020
a lingam is

weeping milk,

with no need

for consolation.
Onoma Sep 2020
it's always this day--

good enough, to Now

allow the sun to trade

phases with the moon.

though if I-I told you

they were trading phases

that very day, would you

wake up confused?

while sound asleep?

rubbing clear that one more thing

left alone to find itself.

as matrimony is pronounced.
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