no reassurance on the path deliverance Drastic transition; raw, vulnerabewildering exdentity, extasy, catastrophe, epiphany shedding skin. Deliver me from the nostalgia for safety, comfort and ease. Fabrication, confabulation: we make the path as we go, minding matter into meaning… moulting myself, moshmeaningfully.
I’ve got a million secrets, none of ’em i can tell, I hide ’em all in a prickly shell. It’s my home and alone, i can see infinity from my cell.
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Most of religion is dedicated to creating a bomb shelter and calling it hope. I’m gonna build me a bomb shelter and call it hope, I’m gonna fix me a faith ’cause I need my dope, I’m gonna climb right in when I’m at the end of my rope, ’cause I don’t want to fall
There’s a window out at the edge of everything where the soul’s go out and in, and this is all just a bauble, a bubble, a puddle, which we fight war’s over again and again. There’s a window, O dear brothers departed, I see you all gazing in, wondering why we become so defiant of
Consciousness is a disembedded being
dwelling in a bellicose comatose disenchanted world.
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Beet burst and bloom, plume of bright red life, rise up from the dark brown earth and beat out your rich red blessings, round and whole. You are the bell clanging health, you are the root bearing fruit. More scarlet than the rose you rise up from below, from the place where love grows.
nxne is the week when all good rock + roll slaves meet obfuscate to industry priests compete to sell themselves like meat, elbow and shove their fellow musicians, jostle and struggle to keep their positions prance and preen for 40 minute parts genuflect and call it art…. snap a cuff on the wrist, raise it
Rhizomebecomesa seedsprouting,into a green stalk,into a root,developing.A green leaf,branching from the green stalk,which grows,which grows and develops,another green leaf above the first leaf.Growing and developing,developing another root,supplying another green leaf,and the development of the stalk.Gathering order of roots.Transporting medium of stalk.Leaves rotating symmetrically to receive the light.An interacting community of roots, stalk, leaves.Roots communicating nourishment,
In suspense.Tethered tautas a present possibilitybetween past and future,between puppet and angel.Gathered into the torn tensionof momentum and calling.Mortal in eternity,our cracked fragility,endures the stress, straining. What longing-calling,voice of eternity,could dare us,and bring us to dare, the crossing? Eternity’s pure whole notes –somehow heard –disclose our infirmity.Restless, unfinished, incomplete,despair tears usfrom our security. With such
When your whirld is twisted the straight seems bent, and what sucks the living pulse from you seems heaven sent.
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