Step first

The process is painful for its reasons alone,
the mind has to be dethroned,
scriptures reveal the unknown,
thousand petals trapped in a dome,
waiting to blossom, waiting to flower,
the seeds are scattered,
nothing but darkness until a thread of light appears,
what was far is now near, and what was near
is now flat

The projector is shut off,
the seer sees from the peaks of the loft,
looking at itself, is it possible?
everything is loud, gross, opposite of subtle,
words are muttered,
sutras are uttered,
the blind see nothing but themselves,
trapped in the gates of hell,
cold snow and hot sand,
aimlessly wandering with no plan,
psychological suffering disappears,
the mind is quiet, the eyes finally see,
the ears finally hear,
the senses moving independently,
time has finally become a memory,

The last step into infinity,
lies and truth fall into the pit of obscurity,
the world of intellect looks absurd to me,
but I must function intelligently,
or lose my sanity,
the intelligence of the heart knows no duality,
the mind can only organize and systematize,
the body can only give birth,
to approach God the heart must step first

Dissolve

In his presence words are dead, nothing needs to be said,
dissolving back into the original state,
death by silence, a quiet wake,
should I accept my fate or use my faith,
walk the path and cross the gate,
to put down my old ways,
to realize enlightenment is starring at me
from a mirror's gaze

They don't understand, so I act not speak,
no mysticism just practicality,
wisdom is dressed in a smile, silence rests in still eyes,
peace dwells in the bones not in the mind,
the breath is quiet and deep,
like an ocean when it sleeps,
these words are simple, but only a few can understand,
the mind must be silent and the body cleansed,
but most of all condemnation must come to an end,
the mind is small like a speck from a mist,
so I dissolve back into the infinite abyss

Channel

Thousand petal city on fire,
What was old is burned to the ground,
old walls of conditioning broken down,
a new city of feminimity waiting to arise,
hands to the ground, ready to plow,
but pain is part of the process,
the shackles cannot be unlocked,
they must be shattered,
freedom isn't confined in the psyche,
real freedom is felt in the body,
that's why we dance, sing and recite poetry,

A new age, a new perspective,

Once the physical process has begun,
the body feels light,
filled with life,
then you start to realize,
god isn't a search but a realization,
the only real sin is condemnation,
the first step is the last,
the understanding of time will come to pass,
the only way is to act,
scriptures are useless unless transformation has taken place,
then you'll know that it takes patience not time,
because time is a race and patience is the ability to be
still at one place,
and soon hunger and thirst will not bother.
real food and drink comes from whispers of the father,
once you realize the god in you,
nothing else can substitute,
money, power sex and fame were once seen as the absolute,
philosophical and intellectual inquiries can bring proofs,
but they don't amount to the sweetest juice from his smallest fruit...