
Sep 15th, 2003, 05:43 PM
Reincarnation is entirely "theoritical", so to speak, you know with "Theories" you are allowed to speculate and make outrageous variables with details so rich and deep they seem to make sense in some fashion. I could do that now. Instead, a psalm, of non-biclical proprtions:
One, two and everything
My first and last are nothing
For it to be one
It must be everything,
All must be individual
My karma is mine, as yours is yours
My rebirth is all of mine and mine befores
Multiple possession of a single moment
Possession and mine, that's not part of the line
As if my only anchor is made of Gold
Unswaying in the coarsest weather
Everything is Individual
What does this demonstrate
That epic universe, this pulsing existence
Words to define what no man can Divine
My chronology is everywhere, an inconstant fiber
Everything as one, destroying everything I've done
That's for another place, later and before
One and everything equals two
A co-existence of opposites?
A means to achieve?
Is this the enlightenment our soul seeks
Suicide of my regrowth, it's mine
Insert clots here
Could you imagine these colors
no more strive to live, just time to die.
Chronology all over again
the unchanged changed
The unmentionable stretched beyond mentions
Filing cabinets locked away
Oceans drowning under it's own weight
Now our final confusion will commence:
The everything, the one of everything
If he truly were the such
And his words were true and truer
and yet false and falsest
for the greater good, the greatest good
Mass illusion contours, an irony there
Perhaps a trick of words, a small corruption.
Then death of old conceptions rebirthing into new
The conception flowing with it's newest form
Flirting with destiny, collisions reinforced
A universal invention for man-kind
Everything being one, itself
No need for redundancy
The tide pulls me to mention
That the wind has stalled
but the scent still drifts
perhaps attempting to understand the ocean
so he could inherit the way of a fish
The Two, of course, is interchangable
It shares factors, and eats cheetahs
Just as one and everything
Can still hold hands in the depraved mind of eyes
Mostly I would tend to mention
That ignorant breath before you exhale
Inhale with control, but don't you ever understand
Just let it flow, stand still and watch
But destroy your intuitions
And forget your inspirations
Still in that first one of everything
But someday you will succeed to another one
Only the enlightened can know, only they can save?
A flash of nirvana, a man takes a bullet for his fellow man
Ungrateful liars of time; with cactus arms
Destroying material incarnation for all your love
But only the enlightened can know
Although all are to be free(as to me they appear to be)
Hide from your growth, stay in the shade
You may still be in that parade
Apart from the unwise, the one's who eternally bleed.
It's crappy but it stemmed from a conversation like this one...
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