Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Quote and A Poem


"There is something beyond our mind which abides in silence within our mind. It is
the supreme mystery beyond thought. Let one's mind and one's subtle body rest upon
that and not rest on anything else."


It pains him to fake words with drugs, while
The driver of the chariot pollutes its substance also false.
Until he is asleep he knows not that he must wake.
From body to body, immortal ties 
Disguise his impending invisibility as desire.
Born again in good and in evil, contrary lotions
Pulse like embryonic delusions.

Thus their condition falls into confusion, magnitudes
Of loss and bionic contusions.
Invisible chariots drive through lotions impending to wake. 
Words define pain with polluted substance, from
Body to body, drugs prepare again what's immoral and useful.
And he does not know desire until he is asleep, perhaps soon
To be born a contrary evil before the good is faked.

1 comment:

cristyhoops77 said...

This poem is really great. Checked out a pic from a few days ago - didn't know your penis turned into a rubber snake during the day.