Shuddhasattva
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Distress gnaws away
At the root of self awareness
Like a worm enwombed by moisture
Born of an impossible process
Which never happened
And so our self-guardian applies the balm
That soothes all inimical structures
Destructing them into the raw material
Of liberation
By that which we fall, we shall rise
As above, so below
As beyond, so here
As order, so chaos
Painful mind unfolds its lapse of time
But knowledge knows better
Witnessing the evolution of all things
And their dissolution into yet more things
It knows that this shall pass
This, too, shall pass
This shall pass
....
The guardians at the gate of law who proclaims before the
Tides dancing on waters of procreation aswirl
Casting all beings through the void
[We cast! We cast this adamantine javelin!]
[We cast! We cast this net of jewels!]
[Catchers of beasts, shepherds of men!]
[Come what may, the fires descend in hand]
Onto the banks of the farthest shores
Beached on these very bodies
Cosmic slop on everything[1]
A high tide is coming
The right time
The field of action
Is ripe with morning dew
And the glory of countless suns
Is reflected in the incantation armors
Of the warriors whose wisdom
Admits the existence of no ignorance
Alight in chariots born by the truth
These shining ones constel in assemblies
Like so many spokes on the wheels of time
Grinding to dust the burdens of all beings
Smearing this dust on the naked bodies
Of their uncontainable manifestation
None other than the universe made flesh
All shall pass!
....
And there beyond
Streetsweepers of the empty city
That teeming void
Whisper on silent tongues neverborn
None shall pass
[1] = Saul Williams line. I see a new hyperlinked poetry, where poets nod by referencing to eachother, a hallway like a subtle knife carving through worlds like magic doors.[2]
[2] Another beautiful Saul line
At the root of self awareness
Like a worm enwombed by moisture
Born of an impossible process
Which never happened
And so our self-guardian applies the balm
That soothes all inimical structures
Destructing them into the raw material
Of liberation
By that which we fall, we shall rise
As above, so below
As beyond, so here
As order, so chaos
Painful mind unfolds its lapse of time
But knowledge knows better
Witnessing the evolution of all things
And their dissolution into yet more things
It knows that this shall pass
This, too, shall pass
This shall pass
....
The guardians at the gate of law who proclaims before the
Tides dancing on waters of procreation aswirl
Casting all beings through the void
[We cast! We cast this adamantine javelin!]
[We cast! We cast this net of jewels!]
[Catchers of beasts, shepherds of men!]
[Come what may, the fires descend in hand]
Onto the banks of the farthest shores
Beached on these very bodies
Cosmic slop on everything[1]
A high tide is coming
The right time
The field of action
Is ripe with morning dew
And the glory of countless suns
Is reflected in the incantation armors
Of the warriors whose wisdom
Admits the existence of no ignorance
Alight in chariots born by the truth
These shining ones constel in assemblies
Like so many spokes on the wheels of time
Grinding to dust the burdens of all beings
Smearing this dust on the naked bodies
Of their uncontainable manifestation
None other than the universe made flesh
All shall pass!
....
And there beyond
Streetsweepers of the empty city
That teeming void
Whisper on silent tongues neverborn
None shall pass
[1] = Saul Williams line. I see a new hyperlinked poetry, where poets nod by referencing to eachother, a hallway like a subtle knife carving through worlds like magic doors.[2]
[2] Another beautiful Saul line
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