10:09 am - impermanent incision
who am I
but a million forms of suffering
born to die?
trapped amidst the delusions
wandering from state to state
seething with a rage
beating me down in the end.
What am I but the reflection
of this sorrowful world;
unclear, this "I" becomes
all which it sees;
this love is blinded
by the arrogance of self seeking
clouded, stained
my mind distorts these perceptions
flickering with the density
of fogged actions.
Who am I but all beings?
Each torment multiplied
by my blindness and stupidity;
unthinking as my heart closes
too fractured
to find compassion even for myself.
Overcome these trials
remove this love from my mind
immolate this burning
from my awareness-
clear, how I long to be clear;
and to be refuge
to those my being loves.
Sweet goddess, I am dissolving
from falling to flying
I have reached the sun
and burnt up I have become.
Letting go
to these crystal tears
of your radiation
rainbow acid stills my blood;
unbinds my flesh
that the light may enter.
I am not for myself;
but the radiance of awareness I become;
unseen by myself
resting in the darkness of clarity
no taint of I
to blur these lines
I am no more;
and in the fires of my sacrifice
my sorrow burns up
and free's me from myself.
Liberation in annihilation
realization in obliteration
dreaming new worlds
I become my modalities;
perfected and purified
bliss attained by states of pain.
In light I am lifted,
unveiled, unmasked.
naked
and kissing the sky.
This is what death is like.
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