Fermenting the Milk From a Prophet’s Tongue

A pittance of irrelevance. We are all dreaming a new pattern lifestyle. But not knowing which place will be a new dream. Desiring something that will be different and allow to be a better person, and in a better place. But wishing up all around everything around us with existent effort to modify our lives. And doing nothing at all but just pushing back to recalibrate with infinitesimal interest the discrepancy mode of our stress heart surroundings. Pushing back and pushing away does nothing more than to intensify our prognosticated stressed out overwhelming life.

The concept and conception of being just simply here in the present with the force stress of de-intensified tenants around us in the most difficult moments we will ever face. It is most difficult to sit back and relax than to push back and push away. In this ancient world life we live in, we can always be definitively and distinctly troubled by everything that surrounds us. The textured life limiting our hearts. We are all augmented anger, yet we allow ourself to be a de-minstrel part of everything that surrounds. Instead of stepped back, we push it all away. In an effort to destroy everything that surrounds us. We do nothing but immeasurably inflate all of our mis-begivings. All that chemical warfare surrounds us has nothing to do with us. Yet we think we fight the good fight. But all we do is intensify our dark pedestal night.

In these fractured times, which will always be fractured if we keep pushing back, we have the essence and ability of the true Self within to simply just enable the night to be just allowing it to be. What has happened in the past cannot be revisited. And if we sit here and let it be, instead of pushing back to push it away, it will always just, someday, with our patience in place, shift and drift away.

No time like the present. No derision connection to the past. No dark past anticipation of the future. This time shall pass. All of this shall pass. In the present. In the space of the accepting heart always reeling for everything around us to change and evolve without our dark textured insufficient push back to push away. Our presence with the Self as the watcher and not the doer. All of this will re-ministrate our lives to give us the peace and presence of radical acceptance. And our constant evolution of the molecular interaction into universal light. Enlightenment beyond the Bardo remanifestation of darkness recalibration.

Here and now. Faith and grace. And internal eternal peace.

Carving out the new threshold

We are immaculate welfares of the targeted night

Living all alone in the new immaculate interactions 

All so irrelevant to the time depravation of the flood of the Self

Insulating full universal threshold.

Unaware of anything.  We play the restless game.

Gathered without our innocence.  In a dream that 

Never once subsumes with glory.  Allowing just

Remedial seeker.  Transcend hover in the darkest hole.

The medicine is a dark tungsten hue remanufacture 

We were never able to see anything that was ever different

In our life force dynastic stratification 

In our new dark castigated home

Deliver me now.  Deliver me then.

We are dark in our plateau of unforgiveness 

We are mediating the past with worthless 

Chronic resistance.

Of all that surrounds us, for the leverage we have feted 

And the true Self deep within, macabre ego manipulated

Bring anything back to sunset within the heart

Losing our inner voice

Never hearing our inner voice.

Trampled down.  Trumpeted down.

Carve all of this out, and you will see the light.

There is nothing to do but simply just forgive.

To seek forgiveness.  Within.  To release forgiveness.  Within.

To forgive the egoic Self.  Within.  The internal eternal

Modifications.  Forever wisping out the faith and grace.

So many troubled lives.  So many troubled times.

Desperate in these lonely lives.  Let it go.  Let it be.

Wisp around until unified with the trees

They surround you and release you

With Mother Nature in your heart.

The terraform glow.  We are ancient fate modification seekers.

And now is the time to modify over fate until nothing.

Forgiveness releases you from the karma stain

To relieve your life and yourself of anything 

That through time will carve you out and set you aside.

The freedom flow is significant.  The freedom flow is now.

Hedge your bet.  And release your stain, surround around.

And know the only thing that is the truth.

Insist on a noble stare. Reluctant unlikeness

These are all universal unconscious clearance

The moment when we allow ourselves to seek forgiveness

Inside. Within the Self. We are universal evolvement

Into and onto a new plateau. When the night swing

Whistles over. And we are allowed to be in

The place where there is no more irrelevance

And we are all together here. With nothing left

To failure the beauty of our heart.

Forgiveness now. Forgiveness when. We are always

Long within these troubled times. When we are not willing to forgive

Or to be forgiven. There is nothing left to do

But continue to fight with the internal weakness

And never allow ourselves to seek the internal

Non-carnal evolution. Of the non-disruptive life.

Forgiveness now. Forgiveness when. Plot all of

The sequence. But simply opening up and eliminating weakness

From the heart.

What has happened before will never happen again

What we speculate and anticipate will occur

Will never happen as what we thought would derision or dissert it out

The universal malice is a materialistic sequence.

Never knowing. Never being. The pestilent life.

Transmogrify. Transmodify. Wrestle the restless heart.

And know that we are doing nothing

But simple tarantalizing the

Life in a new way

Seeing the plummet oracle of dissonation.

Abode. Singular satisfaction. Eliminating the dualistic nature.

Listening only to the new threshold. Of new fascination.

Forgiveness now. Forgiveness when.

To those whom I have harmed. I seek forgiveness.

To those I have injured with my egoic mind

I have trickled with dissatisfaction

The ego pushed away and disreputably

Modified their lives

I seek forgiveness.

For those who have harmed me. I am ready to forgive.

Nothing else that has happened before. Will ever happen again.

The ego pushed back and away, and disseminated into

The creation of conflict. And I was harmed.

For this, I am willing to forgive.

For when I have harmed myself. Harmed by the egoic mind.

I am willing to forgive myself. The ego has cause dyslexia

Internal stress. The backward times into de-evolution.

I am willing to step away. And interacting the life

Into a new structure of grace. I am willing to forgive

The transmogrified Self

And wash the ego to one side.

Top eliminate the categorical questions of fate.

For those I am willing to forgive.

Forgiveness now. Forgiveness when. Eliminating

The exoskeleton. And lifting the true Self

Within. Emerge with the acceptance of forgiveness

And modify the crush quotas that surround

For this life. For the here and now. To eliminate all

Materialistic structures. And adhere once again

Back into the singular moment of the structure

Of oneness. The dualistic fate has passed away.

And we are only here to serve.

The pivotal hub home

We are here relentlessly

Away from disturbance

De-Calibrate and fashion way without ludicrous indifference

The pleasure is all mine

The capitulated capstone

Would derive away the calculated fate

A mission with a missionary

Would never subject you to change

Mark down and away all of these subjective moments

Now is the time for our de-fascinated dreams.

The residue is the milk stain

Govern your past life judiciously

With the high energy recognition of

What you once were

You will never be again

Dribble down the Phoenix psyche

With the markedly fantastic fate

A dribble dabble plugging any, plummeting any

With Satan. What we imagine is some

Unreconcilable darkness

When he or it or she is nothing but a

Psychic redirection pretentious concurrence

The dark holacratic delicious religious

Castigated mind

Let the breath come and ease you

Plummeting down majestically through the

Anchor fate place darkness irrelevance

We can now dispose this all away

We can now, in this sequence

Learn about all of the new images

A deadened away soft light moment

And unable to designate all of these raucous times

There is no reason to do anything but just allow this all

To flow itself away.

Working admonishingly to recover and uncover

Auspicious light within. Somewhere designate

Washing away the egoic mind tied to the tusk

Infusion of this materialistic world

Wouldn’t it be wonderful. Wouldn’t it be angry

To recalibrate and new organ reassess

The darkness flow goddess of the heart mark my words

Deep within. Where we can holistically, then realistically

Empire over our didactic mind to the true

Rama Krishna deliverance Self within

This is where we are on the subjugation earth filled moments

Forwarding the openness prognosticated by the breath

To dive deep within what we are light inside the body

That Self has no connection to the materialistic world

There is a space. There is a place. For us all

To be the watcher and not the doer

To be the watcher to repress back the egoic ransack

Egoic mind. And never be

Anywhere more than the present

Targeting the irrelevant moments just to notice them

And let them all wisp and shift away

Without pushing. Just releasing.

This is auger. We are never too late

To transcribe the true wisdom of the

Ultimate candor based vision of life

Deep within. The flood of aggressive motionless

Only just there to eradicate in abstract

And never fail to recognize

The true Self within.

Brooding my timeframe disallowance. To achieve back into the un-renunciation salvage of life. The darkness progenitor once began here. Distance so far away from the Northern Frisian platform where Van Gogh began his restless formation of a continued religious life. Where he was earnestly captivated into the quadrant threshold of his life less ordinary pattern denigrated by the dead-life of his executed brother. Whisked away by the family, swarming his discharge from his contemplative life. Eons ago, on the vacated island finger where captivated coal servants planted wistfully in a recreation of minor hedge bets, detracting away from the surface of the land.

Never meaning, never seeing. Never anything but a detracted fish hook from all these miss the breath moments. The family jewels had emaciated him. The distant religious dogmatic father had senselessly forgotten him. And he wrapped up in a destituted lover’s gravity. Finding his way simply because the form of a chronic disillusion into the highbrid demarcation of a distant, wayward child, now a young woman. The lustful disparagement wrestled him away.

The manic depression new limit indifference drove him away from his bureaucratic detention to a dogmatic Christian faith. Wrestled by his needless indifference to his unsettled perception of a migrant family circle, he admonished the dark side of life. Not knowing or seeing, how close he was to the dark side of life, he began to drag away filter. Not for a moment anything more than restlessly insufficient. Not knowing who he thought and wanted to be. He disclosed his drift to his younger brother, an art curator in Paris, where he met other newly invigorated insider artistic dream quotient new rivals and beginning lovers. It was here where he evolved his darkness painting into a lighter brush. And eventually re-liberated himself to Arles, much lighter and brighter than the North Frisian finger island.

Here in Arles he began to weave and weep into his manic depression. Yet illuminating all of the Manichean fables deep inside and within. The Roman ruins were a measure of honest faith for him. Targeting all of the sarcastic flood with his inner strength of new fundamental realization. Of new and deep productive insight of how this life cycle can allow you to breed and breath and bleed. Back and forth with his manic depression. In within, and out without. Painting all of the natural and materialistic surroundings into deep inner universal subconscious redirection of the soft subtle mind. He painted a replication of the board inner perception of all that surrounded him. To share with those who lack insight what they could truly see if they allowed themselves to deviate inertia into the magnetism plateau without gracelessness. And sharing all of this, he slowly, mechanically, drifted away from any conscious breath, wrapped up and down with manic depression that drew and sucked him away from any possibility to ever be part of the earth again.

A knife to his ear here in Arles. A bullet to his head back to the north of Paris. But before that he saw anything. One to become. Always to subjecting dream it out without the satisfied baseline into the heart. A true disciple of the next life. Adherence to the truth. A drift and shift away from melancholic blues. Only to return, and nestle the life with greatness. A new and final catastrophic flood.

We are all just passing through.   Our time here is spent reluctantly as the viper swirl begins to inhibit us.  We are transferred down mechanisms with no glorifications.  We have spent time waiting for the evaporation.  Nautical cleansing all around the presumptuous raft swing of fate.  Paddling ourselves towards the eminent beast fear of some new tadpole plurific language.  Our remains that would debacle us.  Swimming in the calculated water across the transcended mechanism.  Waiting for all of these moments to pass away, so that we may return to the cosmic shelter of enlightenment.  Spin the gears.  Waste the fears.  We are in the crust tip of night.

Salutary deliverance.  An elite measure of transcendental fate.  No chapel barristers settling down your unlikely mode of resistance.  I have seen all these deep within the universal plateaus the mind.  Where the Self regiments.  So uncarefully targeted the bones to faith.  When the body expires the mind will emigrate with it.  And I will return away from the atoms and molecules to infuse back into the black hole saga that platform differentiates only subtly from the materialistic world that surrounds.  

A momentary glimpse at the alternate life cycle that exists just beyond the windows and the doors of the mind.  All these different views of night wheel target faith.  Just beyond the shelter there is terror.  Just beyond the menacing night swirl there is a new patten of rusted soul clearance.  And this is when we return to the true light.  And this is when we plant our feet in the new internal exhaustation manifestation.

How I long to become one, once again, with the black hole darkness.  How I long, once again, to cease these limitless patterns of the mind to be once again with objective unity.  How I long, once again, to eradicate the mathematical quotient principle and return to the place with nothing but space.  Would it that it were one more meteor crash, to deliver this nauseous target life once again into the new pneumonic view patterns restlessly weaving out through the universal void.

Where there is darkness, there is light.   Where there is tragedy, there is a new muscle deliverance of might.   My might, I might wrestle restlessly once again into void, far away into the void, where there are no more patterns but the mathematical evolution of atoms into molecules, molecules into whatever makes sense to direct inside the universal acceptance model of what is not right or wrong, but simply just what is.   We can wrestle with this tempestuous pain.  Or we just allow the cylinder to begin to swirl over all of pretentious credence back into the limitless rejuvenation of light.  From darkness there is light.  From limitless there is might.  Might I?  I would never know.  The Self descends and wobbles out articulating through the barricades.  And I am all and everything and one, once again.

Infused with grace.  There was no more longing 

Trumpet fire.   Trumpet siren songs

Reaching out across the wilderness 

Limiting the impact of misperceived fate

This is how we would walk on our flattened feet

Without toes to seek out the balance 

Because we have all the direction that we need

From the inner core of eternal light,

Of eternal lifefullness

That is how we would breed the future from the past

Without any recriminations, and without any expectation 

This is how we would halt our concerns for the future 

And diving down once again into the flyby lifefullness

Of never once again expecting, speculating 

Or directing the pathway of our toeless feet towards

Some imagined drawn out map of fate

I would have been less than regressed before this time 

Before the ego rotted the soul with mindless, 

Lustful, greed filled expectations 

The eye has no attainment to compassion, and

The ego only a selfish vagrant vehicle 

Trapped inside what can transpire

To infuse the ego with the completion of 

A desirous act

It was the ego that drew me down to this 

Macabre platform stage of 

Lustful greed

From the fate trafficked aura of just some young child

Wrapped up in the delusional aspiration 

Of arising forth into

Life in this material world

How I eloquently constructed this pyramid 

Of drawn out expectations, 

Of how I created the contrived masterpiece 

Of this brutal samsara cycle 

Ego evolution

Weighing me down until I am now trapped in the

Triangular apex of this pyramidion 

Even though I would no longer shout 

And regurgitate the penitential 

Confusion of the wrath of this cycle of existence

I am still tapped in the prison lifetime 

Of having built the pyramid 

So that I believed I could rest in some

Vestibule of comfort at the top of

My materialistic world of building blocks

There is no resting in comfort 

There is only trapped in the triangular apex

Of egoic imprisonment 

But I know now that I can step outside 

I know now that I can seethe and breathe

The infusion of light from the grace of the 

Reconstructed soul

I know that I can telegraph my existence

Across these fertile planes 

That I can come to a resting place

Within the penumbra of kindness, compassion 

The satellite of love 

Away from the compression of the ego

That I can stand and sing and shout 

Without any lingering absence of the soul

There is no more hibernation in the darkness 

There is only a plummeting down through the tunnel of darkness 

To transform into, transmigrate into

The passageway of light

We are not sinners

We are not fate warriors

We are only chaplains of doubt

Who have been reinvigorated with the compassionate infusion 

Of trust and faith 

No longer a quested agnostic prophet

Only a simple anchorite monk

Sitting on the threshold of light 

Awaiting for the repeated circumnavigation 

Of the truth through the patternless pathway 

Away from organic flesh 

Into the eternal, never shutting down or closing away the 

Transmigrated course of perpetual light 

Becoming one with all around

Like simple atom plummeting down 

From the cycle of fusion fission 

That engages everything with the indescribable 

Ever ready brightness of deliverance 

Acceptance and forgiveness.  Corroboration.   The endless

Disallowance of no true faith.

Of no dissonance in the heart that will

Exaggerate the fulfillment and make us meteoric shine

The festival of light swayed among us

The festival of light covered all the accentuated bones

And made us see the starlight 

Made us abnormally new release surge

And hover no more above the arcane acceptance 

Of no new unraveled resistance

This life is so full of all the dissolved patterns 

This was all once so unique.  We shroud as a cavernistic child

These would be no new indicia indifference 

No new dissonance indifference 

Calculating the night spin

No new energy to be more than 

Discretely in it all 

The dissonant tones flicking the mechanistic grift fingers

The erratic glow to milkfront the 

Harmonious image.  We were never completely and fully on this edge 

Until we dropped off and cannonistic surged 

The gun barrel new iconic watercress 

The evolution of the child beyond into the adolescent life

That is where we first lost our bearings

That is when we first lost our internal perception 

Into the grace pattern drawing us out of the bardo

And re-affectating us onto the planet plane

We were once attached to nothing

We were once seeking no deliverance 

We were once just a hedge breath away 

From never competing with anyone, or anything

All of the patterns were useless

All of these patterns were ruthless 

Transplanting us now down into the new

Hedonistic credence manipulation 

The adolescent mind surging away from the peace pattern

And simple acceptance reliance on the Self 

Now moving us forward into a realm 

Of deceptive desire, lust and aversion

We were once always nothing but de-calculated

Now we are nothing but re-calculated 

Looking for our space in time. For our manufactured 

Foothold in the lionization plateau

To make ourselves be a lion’s breath whine

Materialist inadequacy.  Before there was anything close to

A recognition.

These times are nothing we cannot release ourselves from

We are not backdating.  We are truly bringing ourselves into the present 

Where we can dwell with the inner self within

That will allow us once again to be who we truly are

There is no reason to accept anything in particular 

There is only a reason to accept anything without any

Search pattern rewind

The ebb and flow was a carnalization 

Deep inside we are no one more different than who we truly are

Who we have always been

There is no reason, no basis to search for perception 

There is always only realization and acceptance 

To open the mind tangentially and then completely 

Into true unworldly perception 

No more gloves on your fingertips to announce 

The spiritual manifestation of internal dissonance 

Just feel the glimmer without the glamour 

And know that without any disallocation 

Deep inside we are the one true saint 

With the prophet’s song 

With the prophet preamble parabolic pledge 

That there will never be anything above do not dream about

We are not here to creatively manufacture

We are only here to perpetually evolve

The true inner self

Away from the materialistic disaffection 

Of the carnalistic disturbed mind.

The nestle swoon is uprising. No clarification 

For my lustful dreams.

You were a nemesis of a ghost.  Conflagration all 

Around me. New clarification I would dismount.

But there was never any caloric sanctity. 

We were never anything but tempestuous bones, 

Swirling around with fingertip distribution

Making our way towards irrelevating this 

Lifespan.  The bones of the truth 

Elaborating our weakness. You were the target of me.

Agamemnon terrified.  Splattered against the 

Dark coast of water.  Making your way towards me. 

A tyrannical beast wrapping around warped 

With transgressions.  The platter hue of disbelief

Terrorizing my maniacal mystical sainthood

Recalibrating my darkness with an internal wisp

Of tragic fate.

Living your life aimlessly.  You would not be comfortable

In the menacing discomfort of having to assess the 

Weakness.   Of having to mark down, mark up and

Decadently eliminate from side to side

All of the digestion of internal weakness.

Transforming, trans-manufacturing, all of these ossified 

Terroristic bones.  Building the castle component of the

Towering statue.  The temple tooth to a tooth cup

Gathering all of the side sword transgressions into 

The distressed heart.

There was a great totem pole fascination.  New

Creedence of greed, deep within the caustic

Pattern of the heart eliminating all of the

Talented breath that would have desecrated

You from this lingering wasteland 

Deep within your cruel moments. Your accrued 

Cruel moments.  Directing to stride forward and wisk back 

The spin.  The swirling forward spine of the whale bone

Skeleton tangled deep within the autumn sky

Bloodbath architecture flood of golden ships

The dark night tangential feeling that all of this 

Would never be here to make back these 

Cuneiform insidious mystical moments.

I was wondering what you meant when you said it

I didn’t quite know the words because I do not 

Speak the language you disseminate from the incestuous life within

Not that incest was ever wrong.  But I did not know 

The difference being what you said, and what you meant.

The category of fools.  Never knowing once how to telegraph

Your weakness for me to assess and draw out

Pity for.   Never knowing once how I would have been

Able to make all of these chapters, reverberate and re-innovate.

Perhaps there were remnants that occurred

But I will never see.  Someday I might tag this 

With the breast bone of the targeted and 

Summarily attacked whales breath. 

The lungs are flooding me now.  I may just simply start to rot

And there is nothing that could have changed or altered 

My incestuous beauty heart

Clear out the way.  I am beckoning now without being found

Nestled into these dreams.  And nothing else will ever happen, 

That I have not seen before.  Deep within.  Inside those 

Multiple plateaus of the dark basement of the mind.

Drawing all the circles within us

No more tambourine shout.  Worthless, pointless.

No more remedies for insular voyages

The target retroaction has begun.

I knew you when there was a flood.  You are

Marking me with clearance.  Direct vibrations on the tongue.

Raptured up the cleanse.  Two fists to swear it out

Declementcy.  Never any more or less universal

Pain.  Deduced to new monk faith and pain

Eradicate the new faith away

You are scavenger night.  And I could never

Once again see your beautiful face.

Losing all of these battles.  I have now transacted.  All of

These things were meant for nothing.  You have disturbed me all.

What is it you are fighting for?  No more anything

Shall ever be my tapestry anywhere with you

Divine presence random hallucination

You targeted unawareness.  Cover up your gloves

We are summit on the hill with no reason 

To rest our breath anymore.

I saw this abuse me in that failure.  A restless

Tempestuous harmony.  Auger gathering.

A vessel hue.  Mark these up for me

I have not seen them before.

Recalibrate your darkness.  And stop pretending 

That there was nothing more that was lingering 

That would reverse you from the sky.

We have archived these.  Make a new pattern with swings

Hanging down from the magnolia tree funneling down the

Edge of the hill that swells the water river 

Slowing flinging forward at the base of all the 

Earth that is beneath us.

The swing swirling back and forth from the limbs of 

The magnolia tree.  You are in the cabin house

I am on the swing.  Swinging desperate measures of 

New household coventry.  Just before I would ever know

What transpired in the cabin at the top of the hill.

Your belly of the sperm of the whale.

Transgressions.  New fate.  Swirling up and down

Until the knife has you cut you out and down

Through and far out.  Administer the faith you said.

Feeling the lackluster moments.  You Eden prairie 

Glance out the timmering fate.  The new arousal

That would separate you far away.

Tungsten glow rapture.  When the electricity shines

I would not have thought there would ever be a change.

Deliberation of deliverance.  No one knows my name.

Tethered here to the cabin walls.  After swirling in the 

Magnolia swing.  Or before.  Swirling in the magnolia swing.

The fire glow.  The remnants of deliberate fate attack crackle.

The belly fire.  The incestuous wrought.  Please 

Do not know my name.