So much Rumbling.
And then what?
Where is the juice?
The palpable heart beat
The beauty of the breath
The finesse of the spirit
The richness of the temple
The stillness of the experience
The chaos of meditation
The non-sense of logic
The taste of the Divine
The bright colors of nothingness
The Now and the Forever.
Where is the fire of darkness?
The tangles of connectedness?
The box of freedom
The key of reason
The entrance to the lands of tomorrow
and the future yesterdays.
Antennas are tuning in.
Mothers are giving birth to their own selves
Eating the placenta with silverware
Dressed in leather
Skin of murdered innocence
Sucking milk through petrified arteries
Recycling tears and sweat and garbage
Falling from below
Landing above the clear skies, silver lining and honeycombs
Watching the world through the holes of a pierced sacred tapestry.
Loving the sweet nostalgia of a time and space
In which love and hate have been confused for this and that.