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To Weave The Tapestry Of Nought
Ingurgitating Oblivion
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The petals on the ground
the ranting beggar's rags
the gust in quivering branches
and the sleeping plowboy's dreams are but selfless, empty and free from conceptual elaboration
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where the putrid roots of every heart on earth
infix deep their restless twists in the barren ground
where reason's gentle lamentations fall like morning dew
his perception's charnel house was built
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all singed and weary the soothsayer rests from his day's journey and glances at the abhorrent vista down yonder
to gaze upon life without desire
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and discerns from afar a bleat, a bark, a bellow and a roar
ascending salutations from afar
intermingling with his deliberations
then dissolving in the interstices that dwell between each prudent stroke
the mind's brush applies
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when his sleeps in rays of light, he beholds and waves that beat on heaven's shore
and joyfully drowns in woe and contemplation
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with intoxicated moon-eyes he once gazed into himself
conceiving the engulfing waters
waves and breakers sweeping over him
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and rays of light run life's loom to weave the tapestry of nought
and like a smile upon an infant's face
perception delights and withers
inhaled by the discerner's breath
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underneath the pine tree
he basks and swoons in recollections
musings a thunderous god once wrung from him and weeps gently
making death a victory
wailing softly and wondering what is his toil's recompense?
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and the lotus flowers blossom in the offal of the discerner's sardonic mind
for shame is his innermost universe's loom and the softening of the sinews is its thread
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perception is a putrid lake kissed and sucked by the thirst of the sun
vapour it will become and height and path of light and light itself
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the senses perceive and roam the glades, the vales and woods profound
and vision adown the precipice plunges
to dissolve in the emptiness and the auguring beggar's chanting ceases
croaking, rattling, squalling until his voice is echoless
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fill your mouth with noble words
and ravel in your thoughts' carnage
the one who bestows his own greatness seeks to smite the throne erected in his heart
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wayfarer, from your own fervid day-longings
joy and woe are woven fine
and cruelty knits a snare with silken twine
so broad and teeming lies on the horizon an ocean of multidiscerning clarity
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brute, insidious, plundering and grovelling is the origination that must come to pass
and recall that reason's gilded butterfly scarce perches on your cheek
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and the mote descends into the offal
and comes to nought
as the soothsayer basks in multidiscerning clarity
without plurality, indivisible, one in taste
not derivative and self-aware
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for that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the mind
whose gate is the morning mist
and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night
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multidiscerning clarity
you may find in it a harness and a chain
multidiscerning clarity
raiment and thread of the inner path
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