Thursday, July 28, 2016

Straight Out of Prana

Return with forever...

Oaks move. 
Wind whooshes. 
River of air. 
The butterfly. 
Worm of being. 
Always only sky.

Parashakti. Worm of being. Gnawing gnawing gnawing. I am. I am. I am. Caterpillar of this magical reality. Spontaneous yet subtle.

The sky can't see the sky.
The sky can only see the clouds.

The one that sees through the highest dark cloud being is the knower.
Such a Noah isn't you.
O it is I!

Afterword. Deconstructive metaphysical mythologies become religions if you think they're for your benefit. Always keep on asking, who am I?

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