There are doors.
There are windows.
With their panes
made of glass.

Leave your pain
at the door
as it hits you
in the ass.

                                                                                         Mr.Oyster

leave your pain at the door,
miriam will guide you,
listen, can you hear
sophia is calling you,
don't be scared as fear chokes the life from you,
hold on to love, she is everywhere and inside of you

along these lines
you can be being,
you can be doing.

In between the lines
expression is sitting,
and understanding.

If your will be knowing
then there will be learning
and here/there be showing
in aspects of things continuously growing.

As waves of time pound,
upon the shore of my life
I learn to reflect.

I learn to reflect,
the patterns that I most like,
moulding sands of self.

Moulding sands of self,
I am my own master work,
that is never done.

                                 Racing, Racing. My Mind is Racing.
                                 Where am I going?

                                                           Everywhere,

                                                 and

                                  Nowhere.

                                                 Now....

                                  My slug love's
                                  Grey, crisp, and black.
                                  "Basic" is what
                                  I'm made of.

                                  Slice of blackbrush
                                  Ink on paper
                                  Is where I start.

 
                                  Spangles, diatribe
                                  Of convex sparkles,
                                  Color's matrix of White
                                  Gone, invisible:
                                  "Dazzling"
                                  Is what you see
                                  On the surface called
                                   "Me."

                                  But, "glub glub"...
                                  Art starts as a Slug,
                                  Glick, glack.
                                  Built on attack
                                  Of mark of hand.

                                  I know you understand.

Movement and Measure
The unfolding of Myself
to the infinite.

For Now, eye can see.
making order from chaos,
as my mind thinks Me.

Another yourself,
as all possibility
consciousness expressed.

Giver-receiver,
you are the vision of sight,
living hunab-ku.

See the universe,
through that which lies before you,
it is Now you are.

(I made this last night for an etemenanki thread...)