You are a Star.
It is natural.
The Being.
When you see yourself
Then you start from within
The core, the being
ever shining
You used to see the Being
You used to feel the Being
You do things as you know the Being
You are bright even then

Now you are the Being
A Star, ever shining
Brightness piercing
Incredibly unique
Mysteriously unmatched
That even in the Light of other Beings
You are clearly seen
I Am clearly seen.

but fools only relish!
the psyche in which we perish!
hatred buried so!
and burned within merry lore!

for are they not,
the sane within the in?
and the in amongst the sane?
and the in of the sane--
which in here will truly reign!

like this, there, and, that?
and which, where, and what?
and spit, spat, and sput,
through here, hear, and hat?

brothers and sisters of spitting scholars!
we sing in two, to, and too!
with be, bee, and bat!
to this, there, and that!

easy to know--surely so, surely so!
the sane within the in--in the inn iconoclast's igloo!
"for what if the in shared the inn amongst the sane?"
"and the sane melted and blurred tongues within the in?"

what troubles your mind? what minds your troubles?
did you not know we live in the inn within this, there, and that?
and the which, where, and what all share one lobe!
for this is for the truly sane within the in,
and in inn of sane!

it shakes us!
like nails bitten in two, to, and too!
and mends us!
like dresses, treading thru, threw, and through!

might, in greatness, we rest, in base
eating bass--knocking bass!
for it is one-- nice and tight!
as the sane dances with--within the in!
in the inn of linen and tin,
for there is nothing greater, than the knowing labor!

and the world spins,
in and of the inn,
of the sane within the my,
and the in of the sane,
in which noose you and I tie,
and lie,
and die,
to again yearn for the sane within the I.

In silence,
you hear me.
In silence,
walk with me.
Fear not,
to feel.
Yes,
I am real.

By Arcassin Burnham


Let me take my paint brush to a place
worth while and recollect all of the memoirs,
A body full a decadent bliss is something I look
forward to like butterflies in jars,
...Like why you gotta do that to me?,
......I don't bruise easily,

take me away with your skin in heaven where
they wash and feed the turkey not feed on it
having second thoughts about their recent lives
in favor of the Lord saving them from utter peril
and stages and phases and escapes of sin,
I'd be more than gladly to just look within,
pouring passion,
into the art work,
attention is all that you're worth,
........But why you gotta do that to me?

All the answers
Lie within
All the answers
start within
Just listen
Always listen
Simply listen

The sound of heaven I heard
She was crying without any word
To you, normal it may seem
But it was her shriek, her scream
I heard her terrifying thunder
That was full of saddened wonder

Those dark clouds were flying
As the heaven was crying
I felt her tears fall
Touching me deep inside my soul
It was the storm of the rain
Filled with endless, eternal pain

In my heart I could feel
She was sad, she wanted to heal
Those tears of her took her sadness
Falling down with never ending madness
The pearls of the drops fell down
Crushing into our sinful town

When heaven had looked down, she broke
Saw so much hatred, her heart choke
On our behalf, she started to mourn
Maybe that's how rain and thunder are born
It only rains as hope to wash away our sin
It only thunders to calm the heavens from within