Jnana's Inferno

Just as there’s never not that

absolute awareness,

there’s never not this

self-awareness.

Like sparks of a silent inferno,

this forms, evolves, and realizes,

in countless iterations of that.

Good Words

A good word is an axe

tearing down my houses of belief.

A good word is an arrow

shooting straight through the mist

finding the heart of my beloved.

And like all good words

they’re left behind

on an abandoned field

in empty space

and unadulterated timelessness.

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