Is it time to move forward or stagnate in time?
Moving forward one must be careful.
Stagnating in time one is unhappy.
For the comfort seeker the entire enterprise is difficult.
For the cross picker-upper the entire enterprise is noble.
One who stays forward moves back.
One who hangs back is put out front.
The third chakra, navel center.
Filled with impurities, distortion.
Change, also unrest.
Right unrest, progress.
Peace, shaking of hands.
Shaking of hands, bridges.
Bridges, information sharing.
Information sharing, tranquility.
Tranquility, amicable debate.
Amicable debate, trust.
Non-agitation, sleeping well.
Sleeping well, health.
Unknowing precedes knowing.
Knowing precedes unknowing.
The empty cup is fillable.
Pride precedes fortunes.
Licking the cup is fellatious.
Felons feed churches.
What is the use of propping up a dead tree on the shoreline?
Pick the living fruit from the green-leafed plant.
the lower influences the higher.
so don’t let the higher abandon the lower
yet the higher must abandon the lower.
thinking leads one in circles
non-thinking, one grasps it immediately
yet don’t forget to think
and don’t engage in non-thinking
get it in order, and the entire kingdom is glorified
leave it in disorder, and it’s all begloomed and crumbling.
Rottenness reaching the waterways, it’s all fucked.
It being all fucked, misery.
Misery, crying and wailing.
Friends are foes.
Foes are friends.
Yet keep your friends near.
And keep the foes far.
But check in on the foes.
And get away from your friends.
Do right by life, and exalt death.
To live is to die,
to die is to rise.
by deeds is one measured
by the feather on the scale
proof’s in the pudding.
the crazy are good-looking.
so clear the eyes.
how do you do that?
by clearing the third chakra
how’s that cleared then?
fasting and feasting
fasting from death
feasting on life
leave it behind
Michael on the right.
white flight won’t make it right
the might of night won’t be felled in one strike
temptation tits and asses
to be wise skip classes
yet listen to your teachers
sidelines and bleachers
are for cowards and admirers
front and center
are for saints and sinners
the loser emerges as the winner
yet more power to the winners for they lead the people
it’s best to be unequal
and in so doing make a rich stone soup
i writhe in my vanity
a beautiful insanity
a well regimented calamity
bloody swords in amity
Love your family
bid them well as you say goodbye
up the mountain learn to fly
so the valley awaits
plates of the hungry masses
fasten lashes on trashes
while grandpa leads masses
fate seeks the thrill
to build on the hill
a monument to pills
and pussy and parler
damned by the mother and father
but honor them too
not larger than life
them proud boys know strife
devil spirit in the knife
clash with death in the name of life
and finally rise
memories of creamy thighs
but now planted in the skies
the love of all without exception
given and taken pause for reflection
unconditional all-inclusive oneness
for the damned and the blessed
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