Through the eyes of Christ or Zero Karma

[revolutionR]

I became a pharaoh or some ancient elder being
then I was seeing through the eyes of Christ
rays of light coming through the window
which a moment before had been just natural daylight
I sat there in the golden rays basking in infinite compassion
all the pain I had been experiencing completely vanished
now I was in a kind of egg of total bliss that existed like holy honey
like a drop of nectar in the universe that had been exuded
from the ocean of the cosmos, now placed in relation to all drops
radiating at the center of time, a tear of joy, a pearl of exquisite peace
I don't know how long I was sitting there fathoming the unfathomable
however I felt that I had always been here, there was a kind of finite
element that entered my field of omnipotence, some part of me
became aware that there was some differentiation becoming aware of
I was becoming slowly aware of a sense of senses that became a thought
that the other state that I had been in before the phenomena of this event
came to me, I began to become aware that I also felt a resistance to believing
that I could exist in an exalted state eternal to the external opposite of
coincidences, in that I understood the meaning of opposing sides of the coin
now the light and dark were in perfect unison with one another, and at this
juncture I felt an even more primal ecstasy of fulfillment, a deep sense of
wonder and also that sense of attainment that comes with the knowledge
that I was having a conversation with all the deepest parts and the no-thing
this was a descent into the world of contradictions, and judgement, pondering
the consequences of things in themselves, this too was not without its pleasure
and pain, I now also understood that seeing through these Christ eyes, was pain
in the mystical sense, it was bleeding vision, it was seeing all the human condition
it was a sense of betrayal, a sense of being forsaken, of having to have my senses
nailed to a rosy cross, of baring the crown of thorns and entering the rose of love
it was the howls of flames in the deepest part of me, images of damnation, rebellion
of the eternal revolutionary, the fallen ones, I now became the obscene ass, reviled
cast out, wandering in the wastes, questioning everything, demanding answers
I became a poet in the world of men, a pariah, a gambler with words, a heretic
I hung out with Judas, I hobnobbed with whores and drug addicts, I read forbidden
books in dark places, I spit on the sidewalk, I dealt in contraband idols, I had lewd
thoughts, and I lived a desolate life, I even turned my back on Jesus freaks, but
I also began to realize that my soul had been transformed through a parable of doubt
now I am gone through the sacred heart, through the wave of bliss and blasphemy
the perambulations of paradox existing in the core of language, the greatest story told