That which exists burns like fire
The fuel being the fading essences
The fire burns in the cosmic alter
And there bellows smoke and light
The light burns with the power of being
And the fuel the death of the timeless one
Ages have past for a divine priest
To mediate the burning bush
A burning reality that does not consume itself
That which is beyond essence
That which exist but does not
That which does not exist but does
That which is emptiness but is not
That which is fullness but is not
Devoid of essence, devoid of reality
The voidness of the voidness
The darkness of the dark
That which is not truth nor falsehood
The sacred name that cannot be uttered
That which is bound and yet free
That which flows into the ashes of nothingness
To beget the divine Phoenix
The essence of reality is born
That which is exhausted but cannot be exhausted
The pristine love that exists.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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