Budhas Thorem in E Minor

L^{2 >}∞

Love of Life
Time and SpaceYou made a believer out of me.
Love of Life > Time and Space
Love of Life is greater than Time and Space

Fun King Nobody

I am funking nobody man I am funking nobody.
I am funking nobody man you will not notice me.
I am sliding in and out you will not notice me.
You try to pin me down and try to use me.
But I am funking nobody man I am funking nobody.

I type a few words incessantly; you can not read it now because I am nobody.
I go underground you can’t detect me. I fly around you can’t look up to me.
You try to fight me how, but you can not follow me.
I pierce your heart I do it logically, I shatter your mind I do it emotionally.
I transfer my message now I do it globally, you will follow me now and do it locally.

I plant a tree cause I am nobody.

I am Fun King nobody man I am Fun King nobody.
My forest will cover the land eventually.
Because I am Fun King nobody man I am Fun King nobody.

Seeing the divine

daily dose of darshan
delivered to your door
tight tidbits turn thoughts to now
the space of seduction surrounds my sexuality
the scorpion is synonomus with the stinger
coffee compressed can crank my curiosity
flirts in skirts with chocolate desserts reserve their stance suggesting a tyrst
lubricates inhibitions
starlets of silk
diamonds distract the rouge ruse when is a smile not a smile
happiness hones in hungrily devouring false morallity
blues for all enjoin jah to rain while not getting wet
in the mysty mystery of greenery
spiderwebs and serpents propensity for principles
sunglasses play the language of universal love
furitvely glancing in all ours
have you ever tasted divintiy?

conjoined mother of emptiness

choose to live
live to choose
dreaming of the world of death
death of the world of the dream
a form of perfection
the perfection of the form
mindfull of gravitation
gravitation is in my mind
boundaries of matter
what matter boundaries
released from seeing the divine
hearing the word
feeling the force
empty wrathfullness of divinity
what will you choose

Mysterious

invisible power pushes
aligning the soul of the believers
others meander randomly
walking this way and that way
those who believe can feel the force
leaning but not falling
the drum of time resonates
without a sound
the silk of reality cloaks our etheral bodies
histories mysteries unraveling into simple complexity
through the stands of time
the heart of the lion is a diamond under a black rainbow
while the being who has trancended space has the aura of the limitless conqured demons
confirming that You were there once again

archetypal movement

the breeze carves stone
shaping the structure of the mind
red rocks blue sky
gathering the information
melding the stone sky and water into one
the movement of the stone last long before the sky

Ode to Wasaki

deaths inevitability is a beauty that few understand, but all know
cosmic journeys entwine us forever
the freedom of forgiving
purify our entaglements

decoherance

fluttering from here to there beautiful details are everywhere

i open my eyes and look whitin and jah jumps out again

spreading thin eternally i begin to see things differently

focus

drifiting around and around and around

demolisher

Humanity's fate of the rich and the poor.
Melding the righteous ones with the rejected.
Surpassing the didatic pull from the spring of all who have traveled the same path from birth to death.
The well worn path of greeting golden rays of sunshine early in the morning
to marveling at the crisp white light of the moon at night.
The path is well worn.
Shining stars of all who have achieved perfection guide us like Polaris.
Existing now and forever more.
Expanding our thoughts to incorporate all.
Demons from our past bow down to the perfection of our future, destroying the destroyer.
Whom shall be destroyed to rise again and again.

consciousness

The razors edge of the past and the future paints a pastel of purples.
Lilly's dance on the water's rings emanating from the source which refuses no souls.
Figurines dancing on the sea shore against the warm hues of the sunflower setting sun, the rhythm is one we all know well, the rhythm of the love of life.
The dancers dancing power propels humanity along our eternal path of refusing no one.
Returning again and again like waves lapping against the sea shore.