You are persuaded into
believing that you are only
flesh of flesh.
or blood from blood.
But there is more to it than this
your faulty beliefs about
yourself.
For you are a labyrinth.
a meditation on all things.
You are the fire that will
live on til eternity.
The forever awareness
realizing itself over and over
again for eons of love, light
and the reciprocity of being...

When your intentions are clear

the Universe will unfold before you

A bountiful table with more than you'll ever need.

We lived sullen in
awkward decadence.
Hoarding strange
little monuments. and
Odes to us.
Enough to choke on it.
The black soot of
sacrificial trees.
I saw them
burning mid-suicide.
Martyrs with wooden hearts.
at least they used them.
Unlike us
we had accidental brains
and drooled over them.
the cold blooded arrogance
Not really noble yet
we stay
sleeping like the
greed in prodigied monks
Wake me up when the
bees grow heavy
with honey again.
pinch me when we
collectively awake.