We move together
In harmony
Nature grants
Livid ethereal.

Contradictions
A mere illusion
Of thought.

Anhilliation
Be and
Be not
Are one
And same.

Be in harmony
Discord is
Contagious

So are germs.

Let's be the drop
Of wine.

Lose yourself
In the state
Of divine
Oness.

We float in sky
Like sky lilies
Floating around
Here there.

Lost in rapture
Of your essence
I seek you within
Me.

Lost in imaginal realm
To perfection we seek
We perfect our self
To divine we seek.

Immanence of thought
Immanence of form
Immanence of being
No not that.

Azreal the angel
Questions Kumsal
The keeper what is
Love in human language.

Kumsal replies
Love is one abstraction
That human language
Cannot grasp.

It was meant that way
To show humans

That there are systems
That cannot be expressed
Only experienced.

We divide we conquer
Yet we win not
But loose.

A humiliating defeat
The self burns
In agony.

If you wish to win
Conquer the soul
Conquer the heart
Conquer the intellect.

Not the frail bodyself
That is a disgrace
On vastness

Of your experience.

Be living
Not dead

Even twigs dry up
Anhilliated by fire
Be not that.

They run about
Dancing
To the tune
Of Cosmic Song.

The serpent hissed
Jealous of this
New one.

It still does
Everytime

A new sib
Is born.

Flying through
The sand dunes
He sees her

An old woman
Yet he recognized
For her eyes
Still pierce through.

Serpents on her side
He banishes the monsters
Eyes meet.

Tears rain down
Some moments
Are reflections

Of the divine grace.

Find in darkness
Nothing moves
Lights appear
Dancing.

A clockwork orgy
Begins

Fall upon
Death does
Us apart.

Lost in the cacophony
Of experience
We merged with our
Hearts within

Laughing Souls.

Djinns move about
In harmony

A grand symphony
Of Cosmic darkness.

Fire lit within
Mocking the death
Of eternal ego.

No judge
Nor judgement
Eternal chaos
Eternal misery.

Towers spiral over
Many spirals
Mighty spirals.

Deep within
Lies he
Lost in
Dreams.

Awakened
By the noise
He wakes up
Deep within
The fire
Burns.

The wheel of change
Takes the mighty
Course of action.

The fire burns
Within

But the bearer
Knows not.

Their eyes meet
As he sees her
Leading the group.

Twiz the fate sealed
Twiz the new events
The cycles continue.

Beyond the thicket
Lay the vast ruins
Of a city once famed

The hidden ones
Lay revealed.

Yet humanity in its glory
Lost a shining civilization
Lost a twinning civilization.

You could argue
But that which is revealed
Is revealed.

Its hiddeness lost
The only cure is
Anhilliation.

Twinning around
Ripples Ripples
Lost in dreams
The rain flows
Puddles form

So does reality.

Feinds rule
Friends are forgotten.

Man suffers
Not from misrule
But misgotten actions.

Dangers they say
Are hard to play
Play with fire

Learn to burn
That within .

Not outside
Nor anyside
Except

INSIDE.

The accursed one
Sleeps

The wise one
Awakened.

Nay be both
Wisdom

Without folly
No not that.

The Zurraqs
Move

Giant army
Big dreams
They sing
Each other

Black against brown
White against black
Male against female.

They sting with all might
They tear with all might.

An explosion
Of a meteor
Is all it took
To settle the affair.

They forgot
Even the meaning
Of colour.

Twas you could see them
Each running for their lives.

They were then
A wiser lot.

They ask
Be asking
Be calling
The caller cries
Yet no one hears
They are lost

In primal delusions
Of mirages .

Churn the sands
Of time

Hiding in crevices
Of experience.

Run along
Like waves
On a sandy beach.

You fall upon rocks
We cry.

You fall upon flowers
We smile.

You re breath
Our existence.

The nature
Of knowness
Unveiled.

We fight over you
But we forget

You were
A reflection

Of us
Of me
Of I .

All one
All same.

Differences
A mere illussion
A mere mirage.

We shall resolve
Our desire
In the eternal
Dimensions.

Enjoy
The mirage
Of the grand illusion

They call Life.

The solance
Of your thought
Defines us.

Be naxius
Nor axius

Let yourself
Be defined
By the sands of time.

The clock chimes
Nzeoth in destitute.

Perils of the self
The pain increases
Manifold.

It untimes
Lost in rapture
Of the cosmic observer.

The fishes sing
The holy chimes
Of earth beneath
Glorify,Glorify,Glorify.

Our denizens
Are worst than vermins
Of the holy ocean
Beyond.

They fight over spilt milk
Of the past.

Past Past Past
They fight.

Future Future Future
They dream.

Eternal Present
What about that?

The shadows flip
The lost impercito
Anhilliation regains
Innocence.

Move about in darkness
We try to reach you
A speck of light
The voice speaks
Within.

What you seek
Is within you.

I am the fire
You seek
I am the desire
You seek
I was the wine
Ypu lust after
I was the water
Your parched throat drank.

Why have you lost yourself
In darkness within
Come to senses.

Be alive
These simulations
Are not living

They are mere puppets
Of human desire.

You are not human desire
Do not seek pleasure
From mere puppets.

Why do you sit by yourself
Are you not lonely

The music of solitude
Gives meaning
To the chimes
Of experience.

She plods about
On pathways
Not taken often
Lost sometimes
In thoughts
Long forgotten.

She sees an old man
Wizened by age
Stronger by experience
Lost in thoughts
She bumps.

Certain accidents
My friend

Are no accidents
At all.

They are divine interventions.

The collective
Works for everyone.

All rewards
Equally distributed.

Yet some unhappy
As much as can be
Human desires
Pitiful misery.

They seek greater rewards
A rebellion breaks out

The bots quell it
A larger rebellion breaks out

The bots quell it
An even larger rebellion breaks about

The bots join in.

Two fractions
Two warring tribes
The entire world
A chaotic mess.

Many heads are lost
Many run about
A global cartel
Forms.

They supply humans
Like animals hearded.

The cartel is run by bots
Headed by a half human.

The half human
A devil incarnate
A rough timeliner.

Has people charmed
They follow him
Like pied piper.

He has humans
Transported to
Other portals.

He promises them
Great treasures
But they recive none.

Only the ones
That follow
The white dervish
Are saved.

From evil wraith
Of the devil incarnate.

Lost within
The chimes
Of thoughts
Are deeper thoughts
Within

As above
So below.

You seek the jewel
Do you know its value.

Is the value fraught
Merely by needs

Of perlious quantification.

Or by the joy
Of seeing the hidden
The concealed
With open eyes.

The Mind
A cosmic traveller
Observes all
Deattached.

Observation
A property
Of time travel.

They argue over
What they witness
Tell it is mere
Illussion.

Real is but
A mere prespective
You re confined
Inside a cave
Your confinement
Creates your
Reality.

Thus pacified
By the new knowlege
Kumsal and the Angel
Exit the gates.

Liar lies with no guilt
All lies is truth
All truth a lie
Its prespective
All in All
Is All itself
That is
The only...

Unspoken
Truth.

A vivid dream appears
A car is seen
Racing across
It crashes.

A fire
A tornado
A column
Of intense light.

Descends
Upon the car
Engulfed
It flies away.

He awakens
Shocked

The visor
In hand.

Dreams
Real or virtual
Are sometimes
Mistaken.

What is real
What is not
Truly a blur
A dead end
We perceive.

Yet a dot
Is all

That is needed.

The realm
Of senses
Is delusional
Unlike the
Realm of Images.

Herein
Each agent
Hides its truth
Behind an illusory
Self...

A supego at that.