The way of the white swan

We don't want money

We want to kill

When we stop thinking

We remember who we are

We're sick, we don't see it

We care, we don't dare

Words of god

Words of light

Light the sword

Words are swords

Defense is god

God is imaginative

Imagination of magis

Image of magic

We're not sick, we're exceptional

We're not ill, we're extraordinary

**

Anami to Hamsa

Antelopes galloping

Towards hot heavens

Chariots of blue fire

It doesn't concern us

Paralyzed Paramhansas

Walk with me to the final destination

I dream of you, I cannot find you

You're always in tremor

I cultivate your goodness

I pray against you

I pray away the devil

I wish you were the one

I did marry you

Instead you grew more unsettled

I'm going to keep on climbing

There is no other self

There is no other I

Already sold out

Soul sovereignty

***

Sun of Surya

Winking at Kali

Mara before Sarah

Buddha couldn't sit still

Second sunset sun

Golden set in the sun

Son of another swan

The middle is the fractal

Recognition before reconciliation

Shadows before turmoil

Self-annihilation goes the distance

We've grown accustomed

Film already shot

Shut eyelids

Eyes wide open

Cynical in grief

No satire, no sleep

Longing beyond belief

Bones shattering

The devil is in recovery

We didn't pass the Turing Test

***

And I've heard of a land

Promised to never leap with faith

I promised and I said never again

Keep making promises, keep love retained

If desire is the memory of pleasure

Fear is the memory of pain

The mind creates the abyss

The emerald heart crosses it

It becomes a one thousand petaled lotus

And sometimes my impatience grows like a white carnivore carnation

Inside our washed out tummies

More floweraches

No more soul censorship

Saki sipping Sadhus

Stuttered to positive infinite

Our destiny is not death

But the dissolution of I

Flipped to the other universe

Don't focus on the pain

Keep looking for us.

999

i heard

consciousness continues in the absence of perception

but how you lost me again

remains unconventional

so your deep sleep will be my awakened 

as we slowly die on the surface of things

saints don't feast around monarch butterflies

Bitter orange stars will boldly bolster

the world is supposed to sometimes hurt

pears to airy lemons

i can't forgive the ones who have wronged me

maybe reject the unforgiving

and after so many dream gambles

it feels unknown, unfixable + unsettled

after the rare domestication of our egos

contorting the coils of our

splattered heart strings

the morning of our suicide girlfriends 

enraptured by orbic light floodings

we can finally dream

where

we are

now.

If you drop your mind into your heart eyelids might turn crimson red like that morning I didn't want you to let me go

Do we really need

2 cups for 5 flows

5 four of wands

100,000 swans backflipped

No backrolls payrolls scar ripped scarred tows rummaged lake rows

Pathless path

Gateless gate

Road most travelled

For the children of light

Children of 999 fate

The goal is false

The ammunition is transcendence

Lackluster lacuna coils coiling themselves over and over again

I can't find my way to you

But I'll carry you with me

White doves entangled under their own wired wings

white feathers crimpled within

And I thought the black sun already happened

Half cripple a quarter blood red nose codeine another quarter

spectacular love supreme.

999

Undeliberately delayed.

Uncircumcised days over bigoted pilot rebirths.

Wars over wards in columns bestowed with tartar teased + succinct

Cut short by egoic masters

Cut off, cut down, leaf in annual leave, sundown countdown preposterous

Real names are not given in spite of private revolutions + truth spasms

But is truth really truth when convoluted if the snake sharpens their poison

To labour new patriarchal muscles

Over white peacock wings disfluttered

Disappointment wins again, dysphoric attainment of a theatre of somnambules,

Sleepers at blood red Catholic masses in cupid debt

No other than high maintenance

Supreme boots hanging outside doors

Tommy hilfiggers still not figuring out tom Ford prohibition of import + export

Empty carts of dream stanzas

We wake up again, we lucid live in between worlds,

We cannot reach one another

We forget to forgive, we forge our life forward

We disempower our fathers, lies still preserved over the kitchen counter

Our father is not yours

No premonitions to encounter, vestibular vernaculars don't work anymore

Loud voices for what? Arguments turn out sycamore

The parasoul wins, the god stringed wing until we stop bleeding

Of one another's l.o.v.e.

Love doesn't encounter strangers -

Looming.over.visitors'.espionage

Just another WORD

If measured with abbreviations -

Love as a new dream to dream instead.

999

.podcasts are to be listened backwards but understood forwards.

Curated eyelids of Shiva

None can be looked after

Pragrat before Karuna

Mahasukha - the 6 faces of Kabuki

The ego is a social house

Thoughts don't have a thinker

Ravaging beauty is being born

And maybe when we all have surrendered to the black ⚫️

The Great Meaninglessness of it all

The Great Void

We might finally create

Invincible

Immutable

Light.

999

white geese

white satin beds of river lilies

white puffy willows, white embroidered brollies

golden men drunk with mad girls' honey

muddy matters on matted mattresses

matinées matangis

mournful mad hatters

sleep is not the cousin of death

deep sleep is the zero point of singularity

rem sleep is the mirror universe of the awakened

the back of my head

doesn't lose itself

-

and I remember you again

we used to be gods 

exposed like bones on terracotta shards of monsoon glass

now god is hiding again

and we're clearly confused

we're heartbroken

expatriated

prozac in pink diffused

I still think you're an angel

only earth can liberate us back to the cherry-picked seraphims + ophanims

the throne of god is here, although not another stuttered beginning of healing muted mermaids with their eyeballs pinned to the wall

5am forbidden distress

this feeling will prosper with fierce grace

we keep looking for meaning

we can't find it in truth

[and the truth is if you want anything you won't really find it in truth]

I is a social institution

not a merkaba empire

we don't have to fall for it again

we don't even have to wait

thoughts are not words when they bend backwards like swords

sworn to be seen

control has turned into a confederation of false mutual friends

can it get more underappreciated

truth announcing - on its way again

nothing like under scrutiny

like a shit take away on a wet afternoon

the time for peace is now

so don't hesitate, cut to the absolute truth

the only real thing

is whatever touches us

but the late midnight blues 

don't scare me anymore

hidden fear is the lunar eclipse of a full dream born anew

the longer the day, the faster the moon

in my darkness

I remember my sister's words reoccur to me

baby steps for now

long lustrious life for centuries to come

this world is dead - unmutable

who's fault is it?

amino acids as blue bismuth

angels flooding, fluttering ruffles

angels fluffing up their winking wings

angels with no wrongdoings

shattered moon bruised by morning snoozing next to someone you'll never love again

and I can beat you with words, I'm pear stoned with fruits

yellow bones, yellow quinces before the orchard turns red

and I'm terrified I lost you for good

words turned semantics, words cannot refute

they cry like cupids, they cut in like rusted knives

still no steady truth

twin flaming flamingos

i'm hoping when we wake up

we're going to be okay again.

999

B!tches like me always prosper

- Prognosis

Of a Prodigy child

I'm Proud and well devoted.

999

Love is more primal than thought

The ground of being we couldn’t stand on 

Sleep on aplomb to break through barriers

Knowing doesn't need a knower

A subject cannot start a verb

The eternal now is all the time there is

My compassion couldn't kill your growing ugly

I tried to save you, you were committed to damnation in verbatim

The bypassing of another illusion

The loss of another sacred child interim

Our celestial birthright hasn't been fulfilled yet

If memory is noise

We are in heaven now

Mundane is monsoon 

Claire de lune, bleu arctic moon

Home is not an apparatus

A mechanism of shame

The Transformers in between

Don't settle for more meaning

Wilderness is the highest form of order

Wilderness doesn't want anything

It only wants love

We are deathless with fury

The truth is -

We haven't even been born yet

The stage is unfolding

The actors are quitting, the green room is flooding

This new act is supreme.

999

(Beyond infirmary and sickness) No_vember

So that when

we finally step out of the boat

we find

everything holds us,

and everything confirms our courage,

and if you wanted

to drown you could,

but you don’t

because finally

after all this struggle

and all these years

you simply don’t want to any more

you’ve simply had enough of drowning

and you want to live and you

want to love and you will

walk across any territory

and any darkness

however fluid and however

dangerous to take the

one hand you know

belongs in yours.

By David Whyte, THE TRUELOVE

999

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,are heading home again.Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting

over and over announcing your place in another family of things.

Marie Oliver, Wild Geese