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| The Secret Self of Creation |
Everywhere in every crack and cranny, truth penetrates the tattered seams.
A happy disaster for the contented wellbeing of wanderers: knowing who and what they are to be, here, where the light of the stars crumble into shiny stones in lime.
Among termites in the quantic woodwork.
Among termites in the quantic woodwork.
On endless trails, pleading to understand and then transported, wash off the sad stains of their past invented histories.
With their very own and heavy vision: gazing undaunted into the greater abyss below, while from above they gladly thank the severed skies. Severe but full of joy.
With their very own and heavy vision: gazing undaunted into the greater abyss below, while from above they gladly thank the severed skies. Severe but full of joy.
No tears fall from these eyes.
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A sweet benevolent conscious light, descended from among the Immortal Factions of Heaven, a child of what is true. Infant of Good Facts. A Titan of Light & Love.
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Yet a cur is a cur, forthwith!
Whispering baseless ambiguities that arise holographically, without an ounce of fact which could support the aimless thesis!
Whispering baseless ambiguities that arise holographically, without an ounce of fact which could support the aimless thesis!
Speaking and listening thru fodder for earthworms.
Mistaking spectral reflections for the cause! Of what is seen and heard and lived.
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To what extent does Evil lurk in the clockwork, bewitching living things?
Ihren Geist und Seele.
Ihren Geist und Seele.
How many more creatures will it empty of awareness, gouge the flesh then defile? Proudly displaying these botched works of anti-art heaped liked unclean blankets on the bed of the earth?
So bereft of life, that even a ghost would not there, abide.
Who are these golems, enslaved to hapless uselessness? Who have no Moral Self of Inner Man?
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Ahura Mazda
Liebe ist ein süßes Licht.
Wie die Erde strebt zur Sonne
Und zu jenen hellen Sternen
In den weiten blauen Fernen,
Strebt das Herz nach Liebeswonne;
Denn sie ist ein süßes Licht.
Wie die Erde strebt zur Sonne
Und zu jenen hellen Sternen
In den weiten blauen Fernen,
Strebt das Herz nach Liebeswonne;
Denn sie ist ein süßes Licht.
