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One More Production

this is my last day
on the continent
how sunlight tastes
like sweet wine

this production comes to an end
our sun turns nova  burning rivers
and seas into super heated-gasses
leaving nothing but char behind

lonely is it
to know
what’s here today
will be gone tomorrow

it all makes for
a spectacular show
some seek safety
in Gaias’ basements

others seek out
earths roof
perhaps for a better
zen-ful view

stadiums swell with
last ditch faith

the colosseum fills
with friendly masses

china’s great wall
besets the devoted

all beside who believe
hope to be pious

when life’s breath fills
our bellows one last time
with too-perfect-for-breath
wafts of life

all we can do
is exhale collectively
at once
while life’s vine
shrivels in permanence


What Solicitude Yields

brahmins preach rigidity
this conformity only complicates
the matter

blood love and sacrifice
the only way to God
there must be a different way
in the order of souls

a streaming of reflections
undisturbed by constraints passed
down by masters of solicitude

pain     suffering     mortality
these are our common fate
can i extinguish my desire
can i cultivate nonattachment within myself

will the yakshi flourish
what will blossom at the sound
of her laughter

perhaps a mango
like at sanchi
or    more simply
the fruit of her desire

ananta coils around my dreams
yielding them into life
reversing into thought

reflections and musings become one
resulting in a creation of myself
into existence form a worldy one
from a nature-state of oblivion