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by Karma Conscious

Friday, August 16, 2002

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white as snow

paw is missing. luck is gone.
snibbity ears hunched, drooped remorseful.


white as snow

on the highway
blood spanning for 2 blinks of beligerent thought
entrails putridly invading our moment of momentary bliss
but only for a moment
wouldn't want to stop and
the little bugger

white as snow

pinkish hue in fur, little peepers closed
seizures possess the creature who lies crying in his life
fluids enrapture the symbol, so pure
drowning in the juice of viens
and the people inside

two more in the field
one is dashing down a hole
he's late
the other running for his freedom
there is
a little boy taking aim
lining up
sizing up
the target

white as snow


cutting through air velocity
physics demand the inertia
to be completed
demands the essential facts
to come full circle
to prove our point is perfect

white as snow

rips through solidity
we show nature - who's the man?

white as snow


stretching beyond limitations
fighting to step inside yourself
and beyond yourself
sweating litres of discrimnating
toxins breathing fresh enlightened air

entering an alignment of
planetary joints seeing yourself
and being yourself
dripping quarts of qoundam pain
is leaking body speaking

i cannot

and release

2 minutes

bending balance; the trapeze
of me waiting to become myself
believe myself
enorphins rising power inside stretching wide
chest collapsing freedom feeling strong

this body is leaving

dharma promenade

you asked for a walk:
there is importance in human exposure to facts and figures, books and barnacles babies and brain biomass, but the real knowledge, the wisdom,

the dharma walk you talk of and search for and more

the stem grows and shows to you a personal interpretation of the outward stimulus exposed to the individual and ultimately how it affects us in our brief visit of this momentary fleeting page of life.

The true teaching lies not in the books and words which have incited our thought train through the valleys of time, but it lies within the human portal and is best displayed by an individuals ability to project thoughts and reality with actions.

and buddha says: the wise control themselves

absorbtion is key; coupled with a peregrination to see. sponging all and sucking in, the filter fleeces with 99% imagination.

monkey fingers may reach backwards grabbing hold of new solutions and sound science to solidify our sustenance... but the fourth chakra must disclose it's rose, be open to share what it knows. and the breath. energized eluvium must sing and the occipital periscope must elope and ring familiar with the moment.

like a cobra arch it back; but do not attack. slither silent, non-violent, see what you need and let hollow hearts be freed.

equivocating equillibrium. and the imbibing may imbue, but id, the ego's lid is intractable, hard to get a handle on. when one tries not to try the prana will fly.

and the ocean floor, the muck and brine the fine line of hemp twine and everYthing and anYthing and Y. it's not the answer that we're looking for, but the question.

life is a paradox and the wise control themselves


copyright © 2002 karma conscious

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Reviewed by Oisín Breen 1/8/2003
beautiful, has anybody ever got hurt practicing self restraint. You can't find water in a mirage. I adored Dharma Promenade
Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader) 8/16/2002
Brilliant - you've got an interesting unique style...!
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