the way to enlightenment is the middle path between extremes yes, poor child, the giant has awoke.... i stand still for hours on end
i could feel the pictures beginning to develop on my chest and thighs
yellow, amber, my skin has turned translucent, like glass, amber, yellow
it is in a dream that i am set free to pursue a dragon, to let the shadow chase me..... i have gone invisible. and then i turn into a nebula.... the red dwarf is kissed by disintegrating lips and slinks into the words again...... my mouth feels funny.... the middle path********************meet the way with your open eyes
the way to enlightenment is the middle path between extremes
we have found the enemy.... and it is us...
it is in a dream that i am set free to pursue a dragon, to let the shadow chase me..... i have gone invisible. and then i turn into a nebula.... the red dwarf is kissed by disintegrating lips and slinks into the words again...... my mouth feels funny....
my mouth is insubstantial. it opens and it closes. this, your ear, is a bright flower i hold close to the lips. isee dew, tiny droplets, on tiny petals. all has gone orchid. all is orchid.....
the middle path between extremes is sordid now, lying twisted in my stomach, and your tongue flickers in the dark
it is in my hands that i hold your lungs, and i breathe, i exhale the colors of rainbows and flowers... now the mountain sleeps and snow is silent, is still, blanketing the peaks..... the explorers found the frozen monster, found it lurking in their own hearts
in sight of the axis mundi, the religious experience, the tree of knowledge, he is fed by the fruitsof his own experience, he is made aware.....
please don't turn a deaf ear to the noises you hear
MOVE ON
i whirl about in your winds...here, on this blanket, beneath these trees.  i spread my heart in shade............................as i am silently unfolding myself, i see that you are weeping... i see that years have passed, and fresh fruits have blossomed above us....
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