Sensual celestial mornings are often abbreviated as such,
collective ideologies run amok cynics with a templar,
shamans run in golden temples, man returns with perspective from the moon,
tasting the shining as broken stars inside the inferno.

Horus inside the Egyptian sun,
hours bend into seconds besides empirical kingdoms,
time escapes the escalation, it is within the compound that centrifuge resides,
landscapes of resistance that become quintessential,
the quiet horizon precedes the loudest crash inside the forest.

The hillside is the hiding place for the constricted,
matched exactly to the temper of the sun,
bellows of romance remain hidden underneath sandstone hills,
loving…

“Whether we are at home or in a public spot or caught in a traffic jam or walking into a movie, we can stop and look at the other people there and realize that in pain and in joy they are just like me. Just like me they don’t want to feel physical pain or insecurity or rejection. Just like me they want to feel respected and physically comfortable.” -Pema Chödrön

In auburn, coloring perspectives becomes subjective sin,
I honor the awe filled spacious landscapes of turbulence and jaded forests,
opulence coinciding with swirling electrons of an advanced mind…

Refractions of prismatic reflection,
boulders pertain to ravaged love, consonants into the entry,
it is the sacred perfection of customs, raving, chanting, claiming
that makes the utmost realization perfected as such.

Hovering clouds amidst the blue-grey skies
allow the entrance of questions into the allotted mind,
moving into the unknown, blotted ink over soiled paper,
opulence into the empty void, one is bewildered by inaction,
crossing deserted lands, parched from the seeker and his attention.

Wandering through old sequoias, trees speak to the deserted,
voiceless wanderers are heard through desperate tears and attachment to struggle,
single yet a compound, vestibules are filled…

Past remembrances become naught, darkness crawls auspiciously as vines do,
curvature leaks with veracity like waterfalls,
when no straight road can be found, a linear contraption exits.

As healing hands are brought forth from slumber, the ordinary existence,
gentle as a spring moon brings together inclinations and fantasy,
combining deep emotions and covert animation,
deep enough towards the trolley, the carrying capacity remains slender,
selfless selfies for life journeys, blazing in the shadows of redemption and slight.

Another hidden dawn in the forest of awkward gestures,
brilliance becomes cherry red in the face of horizontal initiation,
together, it is the parties that…

In the midst of callous tsunamis,
modernists can be found structured in array,
only to be scattered by nature’s agenda,
leaves of spectral colors divide the landscape into proportions,
light and dark are conjured inside each body,
shadows often appear, and just like that,
one is brought into awareness.

One cannot serve inside the other,
it is our brother that we seek and who gives us strength,
hardships oriented towards awareness of love,
taking on holistic energy and tribute to the natural cycle,
cyclones arrange everything in dark order,
spiraling connotations that feel as if you were asleep,
the Near Death solidifies the Alpha-Omega…

Deserted particles fill the air scape, opportune,
bringing dawn into the acceptable,
best friends until morning twins are separated into the Universe,
conjuncture plays as if both souls had been lost, then found.

A receptacle of admiration,
perhaps an empty vessel,
critical care is the violence that occupies the world,
orgy of celestial grenades that explode into human occupation.

Despite the best attempts at coverage,
the vestibule of light projects into a prism,
water gleams into the eyes of mountains,
where celibacy roams virtuous in the sand scape below.

The occupied sensations, they tingle as such,
single dwellings dive into a…