Buddha my word

[revolutionrabbit]

Buddha my word by my goddess of bright eyes shining through eons of aeons of chaos shining through pink zeros of revolving mantras in the soma like sunsets the elephant of hallucinations walks down the street of mirage like transcendence through the incense smoke of wavering mazes wandering off in deep trance down pages of diamond wind meditating on the skulls of reason as the chant floats in and out of the hovels of scriptures on the backs of cheap novels reading into butterfly wing newspapers that drift along the silence inside the hidden forbidden temple of temporal totalities collapsing and rising in mid moksha as language recreates circling sentences that have no beginning and no end written on holy breathes breathed 26 turns of the cosmic karma cycle within the voice of nothingness singing samsara to the samscara her layers of veils pull back as mountains of bits of ash verses inscribed on reality descend into the black holes of history wrapped around itself like a cobra wrapped around the flute sound.Existence is the king of illusions winding around thoughts snaking through scrolls of scatologies.God never shows up at his own burial rite a thin prostitute of the Kali Yuga folds her flower of death within her vast multiverse of garrish dream ghosts wandering the charnel grounds of worlds as vast holy doors open in the blink of nod the jewel in the lotus of her human tear.

[dadio]

Excellent poem.