Sometimes i pray for a clean heart that would take away all discrepancies that plague this soul . . . .
Dotting this line are dots that represent an unfinished task,something half-said . . . . . an attempt at a full spherical meaning . . . an example of perfect addressal . . . . my thoughts churn like a gurgling whirlpool in the waterfall of the mind . . . i take up this task of moving on . . . . .what I had was not meant to be forever . . . . . I throw it out to the wind and other receiving elements that turn them back to dust and moist water . . . I throw out resentment of the past . . . . . I take up the last vestige of Ego and cut it off . . . from myself . . . . . . . I absorb the pain to turn it to pleasure . . . . I can take it . . . . . .Through all this . . . I look at my face . . . it looks like yours . . . my long lost friend . . . . Am I just here to suffer? No . . . . . . I break the mirror of existence . . . . . and watch the shards fly and embed in your fist . . . . the taste of the elements in living being . . . . the path that cannot be taken . . . .I resent your presence in myself . . . . you are like an invading germ that must be cut down and returned to the Earth, Water, Air, Fire and Sky . . . . . . . . . . I test my stamina, to carry on this expression . . . . i give not a demeaning word to the name of yours . . . .while the air around reverberates in my ears . . . . with the unintelligible syllables, of the milling crowd of reflections . . . . . I resent, but accept . . . these far-cries of yours . . . . . . .you approach me to level and tally yourself with me . . . . I am far beyond your reach now . . . . . .I am beyond you . . . . I am He . . . you are none . . . . i am Lone . . . . I am as I wish my arrival . . . . . . I am Me.
So there I follow these routine sorties into unknown territory . . . . .forgotten lands . . . . I don't save up on pity and mercy . . . . and take up the sword to cut down these weak links . . that bind me in me . . . I muster and rally up all Strength and Courage . . . . . I should listen to your Counsel as I cut Ego down . . . . Like barnacles clinging to the hull . . . I scrape it off . . . . with much Pain . . . . I am no longer your Asset . . . . .You are no longer my Liability . . . . . . . . . .
My Dreams the Dramas >to Reality . . . .the Way of the Dragon . . . the Call of the Tiger. . . . .
May the Way be Clear . . . . . To Bliss __
