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Winged Information
A Peer Into the Mountaintop
A Peer Into the Mountaintop
I breathed out
and that was it. My in-breath and out-breath were suddenly the same, which
amounts to saying I stopped breathing in-between breaths, but I hadn’t yet read
the Bhagavad Gita (a principle Hindu
scripture) on this point, and even if I had I wouldn’t have been prepared for
the reality of its words. Then the heart made a few off beats and stopped too,
but I hadn’t yet read Sri Aurobindo’s epic poem of the spiritual path Savitri in regards to this state and had
no idea that something like that was even possible, and even if I had I
wouldn’t have believed it just reading it. Those things were all well and good,
or I should say, mind blowing in themselves, but the thing is, just before the
breathing stopped (although it’s really like equal in and out-breath and not
like breath has stopped, though there’s no intake and outtake), my mind had
just shut off, stopped thinking entirely, what had triggered the breathing and
the heart to do their thing in the first place.
Now, this silence
was something I’d read about
beforehand, in Tibetan Yoga and Secret
Doctrines, one of the first compilations done of that yoga translated into
English, which had been my Bible for three months as I’d done a yoga intensive
on my own so to experience for myself what all the fuss was about. A thousand
books could not have prepared me for the real thing: no thought, no I, no
center on which to bank experience, no bottom, top, walls, only the Vast in
which the world floated in front of my eyes exposed as the imposter I’d
sometimes suspected it was, how it appears in the Silence that is. Only I was
no dummy; all was there, all knowledge, self-known, and I am sorry, but to
describe that I can only say it was as though I was looking around the corner
of my mind directly into infinity. Stupid me, things got a bit weird as weird
as things were, since I found myself suddenly shooting up my spine like a
rocket God knows where (years later I would learn), something that was a bit
much seeing that I wasn’t in meditation but driving a pickup-truck down the
highway (action has always been part of my path), and so I just shook the fire
out myself like a wet dog and turned the whole thing off, or turned it all back
on, depending on how you see it, afterwards feeling every bit like Percival
having seen the grail and not had enough sense to know to grab hold of the
thing.
Being someone
that’s seen something like that firsthand, knowing we are not bound by the iron
laws of matter and (to paraphrase from Savitri)
can break the life and death rules of the body because our spirit is the
mightier power, or more central to what that and other experiences have shown
me, that we are not who and what we think we are, what strikes me most deeply
in these contemporary times of the age of information which we refer to as a
revolution in communication---as if we have suddenly overcome the barriers that
separate us one from another and can now commune soul to soul---is how on the whole we don’t
yet have a clue to how much more there is to us than what we presently see, how
zombie-like we are so involved in our busy outward-turned lives. Even
spirituality is understood for the majority to mean more practices you do to
stay mindful, healthy, than a radical process of inner realization and
enlightenment, what brings that more into view, which would transform our outer
world in ways we can yet but dimly imagine. A dodgy, confused tangle of aliens,
angels and avatars that we now with a laugh call the New Age has cast shadows
of being bogus on even the use of the
word consciousness, how much more on talk of its transformation.
The information
of this age comes in innumerable bits with no distinction made between trivia
and essential knowledge, between what new gadget we got or how many more stars
we can count and the ways in and up to that undiscovered about us, and the
communication is by machine, with little or no real understanding of the
difference between that and someone’s unfiltered face, the give and take of
their eyes. The world carries on as if there is no spiritual reality presiding
over the course of our lives, nothing more to us or special about us other than
our dexterity in the process of natural selection. Few see the underlying
spiritual reality as the true face of existence, and most often when and if we
do feel its call to look on its face and look deeply, we only see tokens,
religious gleams, and we get carried away on a tide of symbols that, for all
their power, for all their glory, can’t reach the dwelling place of our soul
and give us God so intimately we see that face to be likened to our very own.
The symbols are
for us an outer look that we try with all our might to make on our inside real,
and these days in a skeptical age they have not the power they once had. The
face conforms; it smiles; it bleeds. The mystery that wears that face will
allow any mask. Some seer made the inward and upward journey and saw that mask.
It is enough for us to believe (if we can believe and are not held under the
sway of the dominant explain, science), to moan in our sleep and grope for some
comforting warmth, holding sweetly the symbols as we do our husbands and wives,
our children. We do not dare the deeps, have no commerce with the mountaintop.
Down there we cannot breathe, and we are afraid of heights, and if you are on
the spiritual path, doing insight meditations, intensive retreats and whatnot,
trying for all the world to experience something,
you might not agree with me, but get into one of those crawl spaces deep inside
the tunnel to the soul, or sit on the
mountaintop for a moment, in the Silence for example, and you might find an
actual spiritual experience to be quite different than you thought, a bit more intense
than you bargained for.
Fear also wears a
sinister face, insidious, more real at times than the Real we are trying to
see. Suffocation and falling, either on the inside in exploration or on the
outside in our daily lives, are not only possibilities on the path but ever
looming predicaments because there is a deep oxymoron in the structure of
things riddling truth mocking God and waylaying the seeker who would dare dive,
who would hazard to climb, and so sleep is our safety and symbols our
protection, although for the most part only whom we consider imbeciles or
children see that oxymoron to be conscious, or people from the old country, but
our fear considers it aware even if our minds don’t. Examine it sometime.
The immense
unknown glares at us in our bedchambers, and every so often we feel this
witness, are almost startled awake by its sudden stark entrance into our life’s
dream, but it happens but rarely and comes in secretly, without any fanfare,
most often exposing our weaknesses more than showing our strengths, and so we
simply turn in our sleep and slumber on, or, if it happens that we do awaken
for a moment, we pour over our symbols as one would count sheep until sleep
returns, either that or in the morning we blow it off to imagination if we tend,
like science, to try and reduce everything to material process.
From that
unknown we have come, and to that unknown we will go. Somewhere inside there is an unacknowledged
knowledge that we would not be where life meets death, or at least not here on
death’s terms, if we had, at some point in our journey through infinite
immensity, made our peace with that unknown and come to know it as our family
and our home. The oxymoron laughs as if
it were the heart of that mystery, as if it were all there is ultimately to
know, and we are afraid to hear it laugh at us, and so we clutch our symbols to
our breasts and carry on with our sleepwalking lives.
The animal does
as much -- sleepwalks --, and we are animals, but even if we deny the
possibility, we sense in our thinking
tabernacles and in our feeling oceans we are on the verge of becoming so much
more. This continually disturbs our
sleep. It is the driving force behind
our lives, the very reason we are alive, but to become awake to that there is a
catch; in our awakening to the spiritual reality the riddle can have its way
with us, and in that passage through its maze we may perish, and whether we are
lost to our eternity or only to our good reputation in this present life we
will not know until we have arrived at the sight of God. That is the hazard of the way up, the danger
of the dive deep, or it is at least in the eyes of our fears.
If this were the
full measure of things we would be doomed to live out our lives in the
littleness of what we now are -- lowlanders, surface dwellers, compared to how
high and how deeply we can live --, the danger being too great to dive or
climb. It is not; there is a great guide that knows the way and takes us by the
hand and leads us safely past all riddling lies to the truth of what we our
hopes reach for, something more wonderful than thought can grasp, but something
that the heart can hold, as it is something more intimate and real to us than
our love for those we most cherish, than even our own heartbeat. Above the
world, beyond Space and Time, it has the omnipotence to have put personalized
signposts meant for us and us alone into the very fabric of the world of our
daily rounds, something that more and more joins the inner with the outer. That
guide understands us, and even the symbols the seers have given us, for all
their limitation, do aid us dive and climb so to reach it. We need them for
some measure of the route. Moses,
Mohammad, Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Peace Pilgrim, the Mother, and an array of others,
they can take us to the doors of the unknown.
To step into that
immensity, however, we must shed them and see firsthand, become ourselves a
seer, but even still the symbols stay near us and keep us in good company. They
have the glow of God, and by their light we can see to ignite our own symbols
until such time we have no need of measuring devices, when we have arrived at
boundless sight, and everywhere we look we see only the God-filled vast. This
is known as self-seeing. But a momentary glimpse as I’ve described gives us
something stronger than belief, knowledge that the higher is there (and more
there is than the Silence, than liberation, to see, something even our
imagination would gape at in wonder), and when we know nothing can stop us, though we fall down a hundred times in a
day, though the very stuff of things seems to stand in our way. That guide is,
after all, who we are larger than Time, that wonderful more I just mentioned,
so no one or no thing can prevent us from getting there, and so even failure
has its sure step and needed purpose.
For all the
danger, more to the status quo than to ourselves however, society has its
safeguards against the seer, the one that sees firsthand, and as society
evolves so do they. Yesterday it was, in many places, especially in the West,
imprisonment and even death; today it is simply the deaf ear, but one that
brilliantly feigns to listen to everyone. Society now has a mass of
interconnected machines that allows everybody to post their voice, and as it
takes over the ordering of our world I doubt we fully understand what we are
forfeiting in allowing it such prominence. In an age of information swimming in
oceans of knowledge, we don’t feel so acutely the need to see beyond all that,
to see for ourselves how high and how
deeply we can see, nor do we realize that the one voice that we lose in that
world chorus is the one voice we need most, the seer’s. It’s too over the top,
too bottomed out, for the motherboard of the machine, for society’s mainstream,
and so it gets hung up somewhere on the questionable fringe where we on the
whole don’t put our attention, click our mouse.
We can’t see this
because we now can see so much, all that it seems possible to see. Only there is left to see little details of
reality our science will get to presently, the big questions themselves
relative to what you believe. Would you agree on that? I have some questions
for you about yourself, about the most basic I can ask, although they will seem
foreign so estranged from us self-awareness actually is. A little reflection would reveal how they are
a good measure of your self-knowledge, since all but the last one asks about
that one place, that third or fourth of our lives, in which we often don’t have
the foggiest idea what we’ve experience -- this swoon of unconsciousness in that
place where experience is at its most self-revealing.
Can you or have
you ever gone to sleep maintaining continuity of consciousness into the sleep
state? Do you remember most of what you experience during sleep? Are you
consciously aware in any of that experience? Have you used that awareness to
explore, to touch the bottom, walls, and roof of your inner self (symbols I’m
using and not absolutes) or made an undeniable connection with the outside?
Have you ever consciously gotten behind your thinking mind and witnessed there,
that place you do not think thought but hear and see it occurring coming into
you whole and readymade? Have you even
once completely stopped all process of thought and spent a moment in the more
sustainable breathing heart-beating silence it’s probable the Buddha walked
around in? I’ve asked you if you know yourself, asked you if you’re a seer,
asked you what’s stopping you.
In contemporary
times so much under the shadow of skeptical science, faced by the matter of
fact of the machine, enlightenment has come to be something as wingnut as an
other-worldly heaven to hope for, or it’s come to mean either what you already
are if you just get it, without a radical reversal of consciousness such as the
emptiness the Silence brings, or something so out of reach you put it out of
mind and concentrate on more immediate concerns, which more often than not are
more mundane than spiritual, though wearing some glow related to a higher
goal---the thousand and one things that make for a better sadhana (spiritual
practice) for example if you are on the path. Yes a proper diet, exercise, a
quiet life in an unquiet world, mediation, asana, pranayama (breathing
exercises), prayer and japa (devotional chanting), selfless works, and all the
other things we know work do work (more as quickening agents in most cases),
but it all boils down to what we do with our consciousness at every moment,
more specifically, where we put our concentration and how sincerely we put it
there, that cursor of our attention, the click of our mouse, speaking
figuratively.
Arriving at the Silence, either the
sustainable kind or the one I described that is at the very gate of getting out
of here (or getting in here on the layer above, what my school of yoga aims
for, Supermind, who we are beyond enlightenment), takes an almost 24/7 focus on
what to you embodies that (in my intensive at the time I dwelt on emptiness),
but I have to say that the really sincere concentration isn’t grasping after
experiences or even the goal of realization but maintaining a focus on what to
you embodies truth, and consequently, if you do indeed focus the concentration
24/7, the needed experiences will come; the very act of focusing your attention so one-pointedly insures that.
This sounds
absurd at first, since we’re maintaining this concentration, or remembrance if
that helps see to it better, as we do our job, take care of our family, take
time off, at all times, what’s called
in my particular yoga a full sadhana, which is possible believe it or not, once
you get the hang of it, in all but the most engaging employment. It bears
mentioning that although there is history of the immediate touch, for most of
us a lot of effort is required, and that kind of concentration isn’t all that
attractive until we’re sure the thing’s there within us, or what we are within
I might say, and that comes through self-awareness, the deeper kind embodied in
the questions above, and I’m giving a clue as to where to begin looking, and
our concentration needs to be sharp enough to cut through all objects, something,
like any blade, that comes with a lot of sharpening.
New Age
spirituality is just too confused and scattered in the use of symbols to put
the two and two together and arrive anywhere, but neither is it a complete
waste. It at least understands there is
indeed so much more to us than what we now see, more in terms of a spiritual
more, a higher, diviner living. We, especially in the West but more and more in
the East also, are educated beginning as small children within a framework of
science that seeks, in its present manifestation, to reduce everything down to
material causes.
Even if we don’t
realize it, this has gotten into the fabric of our thinking, and hence
spiritual processes, such as enlightenment or the existence of a higher self, or
a God or spirit and soul for that matter, we almost unconsciously distance from
ourselves, the we here being people in the West on the spiritual path not an
adherent of a religion, be that a distancing due to their being seemingly out
of reach or flat out because they just don’t fit the material formula. There
doesn’t seem to be broad knowledge that we can see for ourselves if these
things are real or not, that it isn’t a matter of merely adopting beliefs as
the case is being put forth today. I’m here to tell you the mountaintop is
there, and you climb up with your consciousness, your awareness, your
concentration, and where you put those things most of the time, here you will
be or there go.
In a Matter of Fact Hustle Environment
Could You Dream for an Electrician?
After doing yoga for years I have discovered that yoga is concentration.
You know how you do it?
Yeah,
You gotta call it with the mind:
David Requested Peak.
What do you think about?
Point of view:
Look at in front of you
In good ole hands
Young enough to feel dream.
Perhaps next compass
Find the soul.
It an orchid.
How my business is in the heart.
Cut in half,
Cut life in half,
Ridin’ around
Knowin’ what you wanted.
They’re identical:
The craftsmen of daily life;
What we see God in at every moment.
You know how you do it?
Yeah,
You gotta call it with the mind:
David Requested Peak.
What do you think about?
Point of view:
Look at in front of you
In good ole hands
Young enough to feel dream.
Perhaps next compass
Find the soul.
It an orchid.
How my business is in the heart.
Cut in half,
Cut life in half,
Ridin’ around
Knowin’ what you wanted.
They’re identical:
The craftsmen of daily life;
What we see God in at every moment.
There’s a third bridge there.
Who in their right mind would put the two and two together?
You stop movin’.
You stop sadhana.
You’re enlightened.
Come ‘ere,
More on earth to be when we grow up.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’ up to pass.
I have a lot for the monkeys
Who have understood me better
Than Dr. Finalize.
Comin’ up
A great big evolution.
The History Department.
Not today.
Hey man,
Did you uh see
The new Superman?
Out later.
Hold on,
A sneak preview
In your rendezvous.
An unknown
Invite us.
Well that’s Supermind,
Whose face our own.
The butterfly,
The butterfly is a beautiful hawk.
I’m a craftsman,
Remember that.
The riddle
Of speaking the way we do
When there’s alpha things
And crud things.
Underneath reaction
You don’t have to pay for it
Listening to music.
Hello.
Slaves,
To burn them unknown from the drag of earth?
Flames,
They have schedules,
And they have lives.
What are you smokin’ there undesired Buddha?
Colorful devices challenge and propose.
Not my personal elbow.
Fell asleep in his van;
Inspired to wake up.
He had a backin’ of stuff.
Just usin’ it.
You can call the machine
To exit
Or,
Close your eyes up here:
Good Groundhog Day.
Timeout,
Whatever the side trap is I think I’ve got it.
What is that?
Who really wants to work trouble?
Fight that drum
Brainless.
Well congratulations,
You need to be around
When you plug it in:
Go and save yourself.
You cook?
Educating them the length of a poem
By allowin'
The untouchable.
Jaywalkin’,
My uncle told me I could
On your door.
He wants you now to do some cookin’.
This is freakin’ me out really fast;
Get away from me.
I’m sittin’ in your no.
It may be
If you turn me wrong
I become that creature
Terrifying.
What would will do
You let it
Rock down on me a moment friendly?
Welcome
My good driver.
A little lesson in love
Come in.
It goes straight from here
To society’s training wheels.
There’s no cure!
Avast! has been updated.
And yoga
Is bigger.
I’m going to ask all of you
The asana
The stairwell.
That’s a freaky little mother the flesh.
Don’t be too certain Axle’s wearing the graveyard.
And a little from the Snap/Shift Organization.
Are you outta your mind?
Far from it.
I was in the canvas in India.
I was there gettin’ fixed.
I am now 50 years old.
This is for me the fullest time I’ve ever been.
They made a play.
Let’s line up this camera.
I have to find my wedding.
It was in my fool.
What are we talking about?
The Green Hornet.
Do you usually look at Englishmen?
I gotta watch my tea.
What the recipe learned from him?
No moral symphony.
Find you weekend.
Don’t do picnic.
Find your concentration.
Are you gettin’ it?
They said get it out.
Excuse me,
What have you requested?
Where do we go to enlightenment from here.
Unbelievable,
You don’t stop
Monitoring
All your concentration.
Remove the challenges?
A harmony of everything,
That’s what I’m lookin’ for.
The United States of America,
He gonna kick out a race?
Don’t misunderstand.
Divine footfalls,
They have a right to return.
They calm down, bring solace,
While you find a harmony for your granted.
The drag is about serious.
That’s delight in turn:
The pilot and the butler get together
And make a harmony out of the impossible,
No broken stars.
Leads to enlightenment
The challenge of sweetheart
Under the gun.
Get that gun down bounty;
Company? I thought you was craft.
Have ever watched really watched a beehive?
I got hung up on the highway
Not open Texas,
But I hope that glimpse
What’s for dinner
I gotta eat somethin’.
Furthermore,
What you’re doin’
24/7
Has come to mean a ball of safety.
You have somethin’ you can’t control,
Control it there.
Where would you say it goes?
What we’ve been usin’
(Unbelievable)
Convert us into a gap large enough
A world atmosphere,
Hey,
Can’t just keep fillin’ in.
He’s high,
And he’s polished.
And we’re safety.
Look at my license.
Imagine how one of us
Would act if we did know.
It’s pretty simple.
I’m sorry man I’m really sorry,
I really am, I’m sorry.
Thank you.
Take it.
Take it what?
Poetry --
Find answers to your questions
About me there.
First aid temple?
All the king’s men.
Perhaps some stimulus
You wanna come do it.
Come on,
Your sweetheart’s God?
To God I take my clothes off.
We don’t want to waste this electrician’s time
Wasting on
The hot nerves,
The game CD.
Now tell the hot nerves that
And they’ll be quiet
Suit me well
Where I put my concentration.
How do you do it?
You do it yourself.
You get out of a rut
By staying in it,
Somethin’ you won’t fit into
The stronger your concentration grows,
Enlightenment’s whistle.
We’d have to get into the structure of reality,
But the wallity of structure
And then that wall of pain
Right in front of you.
That’s when you
Sell it.
Admit it,
Enlightenment
Just walked off.
Here’s the play,
What I recommend.
Do it
A 24/7 concentration.
Where you come out --
See what happens.
At the same time
Open
The doors of sleep.
Somewhere else tomorrow:
The higher route.
Get medical attention
In the divine.
They take you out to dinner,
Feeding you
A pool of imagination
Rather than axioms about life.
Oh you’ve had enough?
We’re criminal
We talk too much.
Wedding around.
That’s enough.
The end’s on the center of life,
And that’s impassioned --
Awhile that’s the mountaintop.
Who in their right mind would put the two and two together?
You stop movin’.
You stop sadhana.
You’re enlightened.
Come ‘ere,
More on earth to be when we grow up.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’.
I’m comin’ up to pass.
I have a lot for the monkeys
Who have understood me better
Than Dr. Finalize.
Comin’ up
A great big evolution.
The History Department.
Not today.
Hey man,
Did you uh see
The new Superman?
Out later.
Hold on,
A sneak preview
In your rendezvous.
An unknown
Invite us.
Well that’s Supermind,
Whose face our own.
The butterfly,
The butterfly is a beautiful hawk.
I’m a craftsman,
Remember that.
The riddle
Of speaking the way we do
When there’s alpha things
And crud things.
Underneath reaction
You don’t have to pay for it
Listening to music.
Hello.
Slaves,
To burn them unknown from the drag of earth?
Flames,
They have schedules,
And they have lives.
What are you smokin’ there undesired Buddha?
Colorful devices challenge and propose.
Not my personal elbow.
Fell asleep in his van;
Inspired to wake up.
He had a backin’ of stuff.
Just usin’ it.
You can call the machine
To exit
Or,
Close your eyes up here:
Good Groundhog Day.
Timeout,
Whatever the side trap is I think I’ve got it.
What is that?
Who really wants to work trouble?
Fight that drum
Brainless.
Well congratulations,
You need to be around
When you plug it in:
Go and save yourself.
You cook?
Educating them the length of a poem
By allowin'
The untouchable.
Jaywalkin’,
My uncle told me I could
On your door.
He wants you now to do some cookin’.
This is freakin’ me out really fast;
Get away from me.
I’m sittin’ in your no.
It may be
If you turn me wrong
I become that creature
Terrifying.
What would will do
You let it
Rock down on me a moment friendly?
Welcome
My good driver.
A little lesson in love
Come in.
It goes straight from here
To society’s training wheels.
There’s no cure!
Avast! has been updated.
And yoga
Is bigger.
I’m going to ask all of you
The asana
The stairwell.
That’s a freaky little mother the flesh.
Don’t be too certain Axle’s wearing the graveyard.
And a little from the Snap/Shift Organization.
Are you outta your mind?
Far from it.
I was in the canvas in India.
I was there gettin’ fixed.
I am now 50 years old.
This is for me the fullest time I’ve ever been.
They made a play.
Let’s line up this camera.
I have to find my wedding.
It was in my fool.
What are we talking about?
The Green Hornet.
Do you usually look at Englishmen?
I gotta watch my tea.
What the recipe learned from him?
No moral symphony.
Find you weekend.
Don’t do picnic.
Find your concentration.
Are you gettin’ it?
They said get it out.
Excuse me,
What have you requested?
Where do we go to enlightenment from here.
Unbelievable,
You don’t stop
Monitoring
All your concentration.
Remove the challenges?
A harmony of everything,
That’s what I’m lookin’ for.
The United States of America,
He gonna kick out a race?
Don’t misunderstand.
Divine footfalls,
They have a right to return.
They calm down, bring solace,
While you find a harmony for your granted.
The drag is about serious.
That’s delight in turn:
The pilot and the butler get together
And make a harmony out of the impossible,
No broken stars.
Leads to enlightenment
The challenge of sweetheart
Under the gun.
Get that gun down bounty;
Company? I thought you was craft.
Have ever watched really watched a beehive?
I got hung up on the highway
Not open Texas,
But I hope that glimpse
What’s for dinner
I gotta eat somethin’.
Furthermore,
What you’re doin’
24/7
Has come to mean a ball of safety.
You have somethin’ you can’t control,
Control it there.
Where would you say it goes?
What we’ve been usin’
(Unbelievable)
Convert us into a gap large enough
A world atmosphere,
Hey,
Can’t just keep fillin’ in.
He’s high,
And he’s polished.
And we’re safety.
Look at my license.
Imagine how one of us
Would act if we did know.
It’s pretty simple.
I’m sorry man I’m really sorry,
I really am, I’m sorry.
Thank you.
Take it.
Take it what?
Poetry --
Find answers to your questions
About me there.
First aid temple?
All the king’s men.
Perhaps some stimulus
You wanna come do it.
Come on,
Your sweetheart’s God?
To God I take my clothes off.
We don’t want to waste this electrician’s time
Wasting on
The hot nerves,
The game CD.
Now tell the hot nerves that
And they’ll be quiet
Suit me well
Where I put my concentration.
How do you do it?
You do it yourself.
You get out of a rut
By staying in it,
Somethin’ you won’t fit into
The stronger your concentration grows,
Enlightenment’s whistle.
We’d have to get into the structure of reality,
But the wallity of structure
And then that wall of pain
Right in front of you.
That’s when you
Sell it.
Admit it,
Enlightenment
Just walked off.
Here’s the play,
What I recommend.
Do it
A 24/7 concentration.
Where you come out --
See what happens.
At the same time
Open
The doors of sleep.
Somewhere else tomorrow:
The higher route.
Get medical attention
In the divine.
They take you out to dinner,
Feeding you
A pool of imagination
Rather than axioms about life.
Oh you’ve had enough?
We’re criminal
We talk too much.
Wedding around.
That’s enough.
The end’s on the center of life,
And that’s impassioned --
Awhile that’s the mountaintop.
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