A holy kaj swept suddenly down from heaven
and through my face, identifying
itself (to me?) through perfect
demonstrative description.
It said:
“there are shimmery aspects
of our experience that sometimes
make us want to turn away from our
very own lives – these feelings of the far-flung
fibrils fighting are when Brahman is
talking to you – if you can harness
such energies and try to sew them
up into a backbone column of pure
and purifying light (that, if you
remember properly, is not yours)
then this radiance will cast its glow
upon the events of your existence.
Only in this capacity can God be said
to exist – when it’s in the heart of us,
if you renounce him without due
care you are placing high and holy
aspects of your own nature outside
of your own conscious reach – so do
the opposite, learn and come to
know time!”
Are you yet to know the lily that
when it opens has everything in?
All of our problems are caused by
the people who go around thinking
this whole world is hard, when really
everything is the ether. Like when
you look up outside.
Sociable innocence is boring as hell
– why do you think I’m so bloody
parenthetical?!
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Illustration by someone called Adelaide Tyrol. (!). Sorry, couldn’t find a link, got this lovely drawing off a blog post about how the greater grey tree fox of midwestern America or something is in some sort of peril or other or something other along those ponderables at least and that’s all incidental so it’s all ever going to be anyone’s guess really ahspose