...this 'body' miracle birthed,
breathed,
fed,
neither bad nor good,
in ignorance's purity,
'misunderstood'.
~

'In surreal playgrounds 'bunch of monkey's hanging from a Tree,
with handy biomorphic implements
carved Its social crown for 'free'!'
~

'Starved or fed,
companies' universal numbers are riding conscious carousels, spinning its head in silence' under-covered majors!'
~

'Moulded in vertical drawings,
Valley's peak drills holes in the sky,
...In vain...
'I' floating ignorance 'Am' celebrated disposition...
Of a God's ego claim.'
~

'There is no way to love or hurt ''another'',
when sinking within my heart,
Truth needn't approval.'

'Cerebella's bailiwick summits are on endless sale, 'I' insists purchasing One for the road, but ''my'' friend seems rather comfy, with or without its human ''retail''.'
~

'In reality,
A world languished in its lunacy,
'returns' to the natural state of healthy amnesia
within One's purgatory.'
~

'It gushes death into life and life into death without a drop been spilt.
Gracefully served!'
~

'...round the clock!
inside ignorance's painting
'fishes' are dying,
dashing its blueprint on a rock.'
~

'in the hospitality of its quiet ballad,
deaf's ears are resting.'
~

'behind dawn's eyelashes,
eternal light,
celebrates its decay.'
~

'Truth has no means,
Its reflections of Being Is an empty infinite screen.''
~

'in-between breaths,
it dances its story!
within heart bathed in an everlasting union,
'I' needn't justify this joy,
nor its precious glory.'
~

'infinite shelters...
where 'I’ am not,
neither in the city of god
nor in mine,
love, I am home,
living
within my absence.'
~

'illusion's transparency in reality overlapping condition,
'how' Blessed is the one who finds 'himself' in vain.'
~

'A search for having its quest.
'I' observe!
'You' endeavour!
'They' explore!
For whom is yet hunting?
Does One 'hole' swallow millions of rabbits...and Alice?
Who the __ is Alice!
Amidst snared gods,
conscious within a feeling of being empty
is already full...off it.'
~

'Under roof's cracks,
reptile's guard's sleeping,
with exquisite earplugs.'
~

'bright and boundless,
with~out It
moons floating.'
~

'communion,
is it intimate dear?

time's sacrament realises its abbess,
under the tongue, it moves 'near',
with no.frame to unfold.'
~

'in its zest,
creator's jokes,
sleeping under moon tree!'
~

'playing themes,
grinning oblivious data of needn't grasping what it knew,
One author ~
buried alive within a few!'

'Within the stranger's insults,
It glows!
Within the ignorance of a loved one,
It glows!
Within the arrogant human nature,
It glows!
It glows within the darkest most peculiar places of friction
where minds have proclaimed its employment!
It glows within its nOne of a kind!
O, Love!
Only you can leave the spiders free to run off...alive.'
~