The Living Poem


What does life want out of me?
I walked with what I wanted
Going nowhere, where else can I go?

Life has belittled me, just a pebble
Everyone has left me, alone I sit
What does life want out of me?

Death reminds me everyday
I envy those who live oblivious
What will death not take away?

What will death not take?
That life has not taken already?
Empty hands, empty heart, empty wants

Living with nothing, with nowhere to go
Dying with nothing, with nowhere to go
Just the sense that existence calls

Each tone, the breeze, the cold shiver
Calling saying live for the sake of living
Your broken… good, disappear, die then laugh

Love calls constantly knocks here and there
Directing me constantly here and there
I’m so poor I don’t know how to live with it

Pouring love like water out of every pore
The energy almost dissipated, now I’ll hold it
Love calls, now there is nowhere to pour or go…


Infancy within the Mist

Now I can get up once more and walk on my own…
Without anyone to love
Without no one to hate
With nowhere to dream
With nowhere to go
Walking without feet
Moving without aim
The energy stills more and more
Each day… it quivers without dreams
Like a leaf against the wind
Those who move here and there
Going…. going… gone
What depth have they seen


How potent has life shone?
Luke warm are those beneath, the seams
Groveling with hunger, begging for
Another course, service to the ache
Brushing… more and more each deep
Over shoulder, over there… never here
Always bare as a slave to mind’s incline
Whom feeds on you… as you feed


You feed as well, a subtle breeze
As the moon feeds on all’s despair…

Supra Sutra Samadha

To the Mother of the Mother to the Womb of the Womb the forgotten quintessential thought, though she supports knowing full well that she nourishes yet she is scarred by ignorance towards infinity.

Whom will acknowledge her beyond beyondism? Whom will have the courage beyond the fear of death to acknowledge that which supports our very breathe. The tears in silence are but a minute pour by poor of poverty seeing everything in nothingness through silence.

Can one bare the pull of nothingness? As it envelopes our dreams in endlessness. Nourishing our whims through cleverness to have us cling to beams of endless rays.

How I pity those who quest for realms. Seeing but an endless dream of potions and a maze of pain. A hellish phase and an empty felt. A covered ream and an empty bed, running through the seams like an empty shell.

Oh moon goddess may your journey run deep and quench your thirst. Forgive my givings though they seem to ache, my insults are compassionate they thrust like arrows in the night illuminating that which you are unable to see yet. Permit me to pave the way, scarred to the marrow, the wounds were intentional so that when you walked the same path. My decayed body has cleared the way for you to walk in and bathe beyond the light.

Él Mapa de Samadhá

Mapa Samadha is not
A name its an indication
Ma means mother, earth, or
that which supports…
Pa means father, seed, or
that which gives…
Together they mean
that which gives support…

Sa means protection, shelter, or
that which maintains…
Ma or mama once again
means mother, earth, or
that which supports…
Dha or Da or dada means
father, seed, or that which gives…
Together they mean that which

“Maintains support gives”. Indicating the Earth’s support upon our feet, sharing of its fruit unconditionally.

These two words describe the essence
All that I have witnessed throughout
Life and what has become
quintessentially the only significance
That seems to stick on the surface of this curved bubble in speaking of this experience… which I perceive as light in motion or life… Meaning that which happens, Through Liquid Crystal Spheres. How in modern times are called the eyes… also known as the I and all that it entails… a One Garland Verse…


The Rare Union of Re and Ra


If I can see beyond
Two eyes then this serves
Well the root and the womb
Thus I will drink till I am drunk
Bathe in understanding so
That which constitutes
Cause does not spoil me

Seeing two paths
A crossroad to walk
Before death knocks
And comes to take
My entire existence
Away from me with no
Certainty of a return
Ticket back…

The first path I see is
The one where the world
Lives through me and
All that can be described
As the world, the whirl, or
words in motion

The second path is
The one where I
live through the world
And all that can be described
As the… I… oh the eye
The thou’ght or the thou

Or the third path the one
Without a path… the one
That only few speak of
The one that few travel and walk
Without any legs!?

Where the world, the words disappear
and so do I? And only sight…
remains… spare me the antics…
even as a drop in a particle
Of light… oh the light, the sun…
the sea, oh the eye sees.

The Entanglement of eyes within mind
echoing sounds of I, of my, of mine.
Reclining in biperipheral shore living attention draining thought forms.

Which path is greater
I can not to tell you
it is your story to live
To find out or not…
Either way my life
Is going to one day end
Having shed this uncertainty

I can only be realistic
To the point that its
nauseating… all I can do
is share my experience and
this is what I have witnessed
So far… meaning it is not
Conclusive it is not the end
All and be all…
And it certainly is not
The beginning either…

Eye cannot speak
Thus how can there be hope
Without mental projections?
Thus coping is possible
Because Life is continously
Growing and Shrinking
like a Leaf… which side
Will embrace me
the Growing… the
Shrinking or will I
witness both?
And accept life as it is
In all its magnitudes

Remembering that I exist
So I am also subject to death
Seems like an unchangeable
universal holographic law
of cause and effect
If you have no concerns
at all that one day your life will
certainty without a doubt die.


Then these sixty four leaves
Of a one garland verse
disregard entirely
They are not absolute…

Thus this statement
alone I say respectfully
How can I preserve my life?
So that death does not come
If no one can tell me
then I will say this as
politely as possible… I am not

Here to waste my life on
What matters to others
It is immaterial to me
For they will not be there
With me at the gate of
Death thus my search

To take myself out or
put myself in
The cycles of Birth and
Death… is my responsibility
Alone thus I repeat over
and over again…

Conscious Eyes Exhaust
the mental fog its mist
And what remains
inexhaustible is
Thus is that
Which supports
The visible

Eye can not tell you
Truth… because
Eyes cannot speak
They can only see

Thus words can not
Truly know sight they can
Only describe its circumference
First eyes do not have vocal
Cords and two, beings cannot
see exactly the same view if
Under the filter of mind…
All experiences are subjective

Making every sentence
I speak irrelevant to you
All I can do is point a finger
to the Dancing Moon while
seeing the through sun’s eye…

I cannot force you to look
Up or to look within and tell
What you will find… impossible
Such as those who say
inside is outside without knowing
Or the above is also below
Without living that experience
like others who only repeat
what is heard or read…

Then you will never
Take the first step within
Thinking I know the
Result thus imagining
Reels instead of living it…

So I can only .. be an eye
Floating in an empty boat
All eye cannot say is that…
All I know is that words really
Can never see out of mouths…


Sun in Ra


Death is inevitable… painful

to accept … no logic in the world

Will change that; animal or human

The trembling is all the same

Every being; everyone… will die

There are no exceptions to this rule

Cutting at the earth attempting to…

Prolong the inevitable ultimate result?

To create potions; elixirs, some antidote

All actions between birth and death

Are born out of mind true or false?

For all that is visible is mind

I am but a witness that admits this

simply so… I cannot prove…

that all that is visible is mind

Just as you cannot prove… that you

have loved… it is intangible but so

All thoughts of every quality become

All emotions between pleasure and pain

All desires are born through suffering

All suffering is born out of the

unnatural desire of ego

To desire outwardly or inwardly

beyond instinct’s functions in every

form, all attention one identifies with

mind at its base is what is known as

an ego-ing and are

All energy draining actions by mental

down pours… actions detached from

its base hurt no one because there is

No one to hurt within just an empty boat…

Whom will reflect on the inevitably Of

death and its inescapable

grasp? Separation from form can only

arise from burning out the candle of

the desire to desire by exhausting

desires that are artificial in nature

Living out each moment totally live

without the desire to hurt others so

that when you feel hurt or wronged

You will hold a grudge or be

burdened because you consider their is

someone to hold a grudge with without

realizing you are the only one being

burned by your own anger and no one

else… their is no other.. wait for what I

call the shock of this realization that

you have been in this universe alone all

along this whole time talking to

yourself hurting yourself fighting with

yourself on every level this is the truth

It can’t be understood only witnessed

By witnessing life it will come and every

malfunction will settle without effort

Slowly slowly a returning occurs so that

the Source of all Life once more alights

the shape of light in its original

emination pure and unfiltered

Mind is not; thus wakefulness is

Mind is; thus sleep is ever present

Wait for the glitch the disconnect

You will laugh or cry knowing you are

nothing but an organic machine!

What is mind? The hypnotist of sleep!

A repeating fixed pro gram for sleep

Thus explains the present regardless

Of logic, void of life with every

distraction imaginable under the sun.

But death is unavoidable, frolick,

dream go on… waste your life force

For the bell rings for

all… the toll is for thee…

Everyone has forgot about the exit

and the maze… the mirror and the

pain… The veil behind the mirror

cursed and blessed are those

whom can never forget all four…

The pain of the maze, the labyrinth of

hell and the inevitable death and

decay… so frolick… enjoy… the bell

still tolls for thee!


Son of Horus


O’Devi I’ve melt in this
Dived in the deepest
Drank the poison
Tasted the nectar and
Sheltered the darkest

Bathed in the light
Consumed the darkness
Bridged the unbridgeable
Accepted the unacceptable
Still I long for thee knowing that
Love calls from the deepest well

Devi longing for the real
Stillness burns in my veins
That move body muscle fibers
Mysteriously towards an unknown
Longing to die brought the longing
To live in the presence of thee
Shattered by ignorance

Quench this desert thirst
Of lovelessness with one touch
Falling for love towards the
Precipice in a loveless world
Filled with hate and war
Melt this heart unto the heart
Of your heart, the blood in your veins

Poured the soul unto the world
To seed love and found a cactus
Leaving the being to shrivel
In this thunder storm of entropy
Breathe life into these bones

Fear not fall for spring calls?
Fear not death for life calls?
Fear not hate for love calls?

In this wonderous world
Of conscious space, darkness,
sound, of light memories
This Flight without Wings

Every body shivers near
Death whomsoever says
No has not been near its
Doorless door yet to make
Such a claim…