'Comes a time', when it feels so good to be in a traffic jam or irritated on a top of a mountain, even jogging with snakes in freshly clipped grass! When there're no parts of me enslaving its labour, nor I being aground. Ah, Peace, whatever life's delivering, I don't mind.
~

'One pool,
'hundred experts' sinking,
split body pieces advancing,
liquefying borderless,
does not '****' that which did not create.'

'rips out the guts of knowledge,
each stitch of your costume,
every layer, zero grand design,
eardrums receiving frequencies,
love's below as above.'

'showers of Grace ...
route's flooding,
beyond surfaces,
I am free,
embraced.'
~

'within peace,
human's narrative's pouches
are
empty
of anguish,
empty of bliss.'
~

'Until facing the umbra,
One's sleeping with 'the' lights on!
Once awake within its slumber, 'sees its shadows' as it is.'
~

'In 'ice cold water', minds get slaughtered!
As the body shivers,
Its struggle's dying without even trying.'  
~

'over its blazing embers,
αναστενάρια soul dances!
pray's flamings igniting,
glowing in the fire,
O, ecstatic master,
I 'simply' am.'

'When the Sun is in flames, hooray, comes the ultimate 'cook'!
Earth trial of homemade recipes is One of its finest.
Don't be shy, undress to impress!
Dare feel the hotplates' burners and dine!
Mind's alert! Can't you see,
'Chef's baking the most exquisite s_ _t for your dessert?
Love, thank you, and Bon appetite.'
~

'high!
refreshing so to speak,
never shy,
neither weak,
muscle,
'two' inches over hill.'

'with no capacity within its prayer,
summons,
Humanity.'

'Being ready or not is irrelevant, when tissues are wearing off and bodies are quivering, in each storm, are swayed by the wind, as eternal peace of delivering.'
~

per words denied,
sharp tongue cut's centuries,
yet!
its service needn't immunity.'

secluded,
without vision,
quiet,
no wonders 'here',
formulates itself,
cropping spectacle,
drumming its heart until it prevails.'

'..human's patches
seeding undercover,
flesh merely's worth the effort,
in whatever I discover.'
~

...'I's sweet conversations, full of half sentences!
Swapping its thought inside uninterrupted nap.'
~

'snapped its mind on an edge of a realm,
irrelevant 'two' marks from trial's earth,
now's an unfettered run.'
~

'is not like it made a list of ways to assassinate itself!
expanded linear optics 'are' washing its canvas,
demolishing its Own existence
inside eternal preparation to understand,
near it will smear as 'It Is' Becoming stained,
traumatised landscapes,
embraced within a character's temptation to escape.
now!
how epic have 'I' been my Self.'

'exhibited its delivering,
upon heart's collection of crickets,
lifeless,
yet shivering.'

'for I ...
there are no diversions,
as no battle on diversion has yet been declared!'
~

'Its spiral sprang!
Hanging from a string sprawled in the forest amongst trees,
ran with fireflies and burning horses...
like a mad man mirror's reflection of none.'
~

Healing. A myth. The most generous illusion of all. When I go to bed in pain and I wake up in pain, the only 'interval' of peace befalls when asleep. Even then dreams appear like...family of zombies hunting me and regardless of what follows, peace remains! So if I remember while asleep, that 'my' dreams are random, appearing within me as peace, why can't I remember, when 'awake', that a painful 'reality' is a dream within 'my' sleep, and all displays through conscious are nothing, but a script in the wind. Where do I find myself a 'bed' and how can I sleep, when I'm all along sleeping my dream.
~

'enjoy your bliss,
dive in the affection of its goodies.
it shall pass.
enjoy your suffering,
Own it while you can!
sacred Humanity,
existing extremity within its thicket,
stretching its legs, listening to crickets,
searching for a winner of a 'golden ticket.'

'tremendous cruising,
through gate's vertical lines,
unbothered,
Nature eternally snoozing,
as I 'am' sleepwalking awake.'

'It collides, in this master segment, records articulation's dead, therefore alive! The windsurfed purpose of those who didn't catch the drift is long gone, yet still beside, climbing downhill, consumed in praising for nothing in faith's genuine friend's infinite zeros of that, which has no self of its had.'
~

'...and It made an artisan!
Seen by those who aren't born yet.'
~

'Once ****** out of 'its' comfort zone, the body aches!
As discomfort matures through its screen leisures,
It thrives...
'Knowing' that in each umbra,
mind's tool are an empty treasures.'
~

'the Truth is that...
''my'' heartbeats!'
~

The death of human design and its nature...
Shredded my heart into a fortune!
~

'Alive...
Is between breaths assets!'
~

'...found its way and bred a 'game',
to undo the rules of mind and frame.
And nature laughed away as the voices grew,
washed out the field and buried 'their' crew.
So how does a 'twilight' paws!
Closer than a heartbeat, knowledge flashes out,
in every now 'abolished',
within 'a dream' it Is, as it Is without.
Hasn't walked 'for days' though It followed,
Human marks within Nature's empty trace is of little use...
for the Earth to swallow.
When 'mind' plucks it up in its Is.land of doom,
thoughts all have turned up into a choir of a glorious fool.'
~

'purpose'
within life's eternity is just a pause,
a fragile moment's tiny punctuation in immortality,
as I,
in truth's strain trials
Am unfettered.'
~

' shine bright it says,
  unknown,
  gone before its arrival!'
  ~

'Between brackets won't flee.
Comfortably in its pause, the obvious Is barking!
Yet impossible to hear nor to see.'
~

'In grace's barefooted shuffles,
conscious' pulling spiritual muscles.'
~

'I', seen,
eye's cataract ...  
savouring
the edge of an erratic router.'
~

'The affairs of singular tales are living within its absence.
Once 'adopted', its alchemy evaporates.
Shiny tools for thee,
unbothered what it can not flee.
Through bland swells,
has aroused within a bubble it seems,
drooling out the flavours of its being.'
~

'broken bones!
joints growing judgment!
it beats,
but I feel strong...
dozing pulsation.'
~

Once the 'Art' of ''Beating a dead horse'', turns into a serious hobby, Those, floating between holly banks, navigating a 'boat',
are majoring One foot in and out of their throat.
~

'Trust no tomorrows however pleasant.
Let the yesterdays bury its dead!
In the breathing presence of truth,
Humanity's departing leaves its trail on a cloud of dust.'
~

'I, in the land of the free ...
'where' would you be without me!'
~ Ego

'Mind's high-grade orchestra,
the best One in its game!
Sat and sang its Ego killer' strain.'
~

'I crewed 'today',
...
O thee,
have you puzzled me
with care,
in the land of the free?
~

'Sees 'within' itself!
Unveiling undergoing's Births as infinite blessings.'  
~

''An award in 'sheep's shaving' comes with a shepherd craving, As within each 'seeker' breathes an animal of final offering to run its primal!''
~

'Final' slumber, all too human!
Maladies gazing the shape of its breath,
hushes all summons of mind's twisted rope,
quivering within a bold attempt in shaving its 'thought'. '
~

...this 'body' miracle birthed,
breathed,
fed,
neither bad nor good,
in ignorance's purity,
'misunderstood'.
~

'in pangs of hunger lost its cravings,
the truth alone is enough!  
within contentment,
all of its selves died,
for It to survive.'  
~

'Moulded in vertical drawings,
Valley's peak drills holes in the sky,
...In vain...
'I' floating ignorance 'Am' celebrated disposition...
Of a God's ego claim.'
~

'Starved or fed,
companies' universal numbers are riding conscious carousels, spinning its head in silence' under-covered majors!'
~