The Sun or Logos emerges from fiery Mythos.
MY TONGUE OF FIRE WRITES IN BLOOD
AN IMMACULATE CONCEPT OF ONE WORD!
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Writing meditation is a relaxation,
letting go of psychic materialization:
- time ceases into the Present Tense,
- matter uncoils from four elements.
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So, sit and watch as tension burns,
matter decontracting from elements:
earthen instincts, watery emotions,
airy ideas, Mythos into Blood flows.
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Psychic matter of the id and ego,
dematerializes as we let it all go.
Fire flares from the unconscious,
devouring the tension of opposites.
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Total relaxation, matter into Spirit,
PenDragOn's Pearl of Logoic Light.
My Tongue of Fire writes in Blood
an immaculate Concept of One Word!
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(PART TWO)
FROZEN FEAR OF THE ONE.
A Catatonic Breakdown Out Of Matter And Time.
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I feel so dead to this lower world,
emotionally drained, mentally destroyed;
a catatonic psychosis has gripped me,
demented to the Point of Singularity!
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Blinded by the Logos, just Being One!
Without duality there's no polarization.
Energy can't flow from pole to pole,
stuck in a stupor in the Netherworld!
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A catabolic breakdown of lower matter,
dematerialization by the Tongue of Fire;
time also disSolves in this eternal Now,
only mythotherapy heals a frozen brow.
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I must underStand this blazing Light,
and free myself from the shock of fright.
The immaculate Concept of One Word,
is a Comprehension beyond the world.
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This "end of days" is One DAY only,
the philosophical Logos dawns upon me;
it Speaks to us in its Tongue of Mythos,
the DragOn devours me and then itself!
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I freeze in a last non-act of my instincts,
avoiding the threat of a Single Moment!
As it starts to make MythoLogical sense,
I relax into this tense-less Present Tense.
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Awareness, freed from elemental fear,
uncoils from its biology, becoming clear.
Life's Essence extracted by Salt of the id,
Green Man into the Nous of an Alien kid!
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Alien FoETus, incubating, by inSolence.
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