"How many birds must fall from the sky
for your tears to be elevated
for you to cease your worship of shapes
for you to obey the soundless command
for you to unclench your fists
for you to stick your head into the abyss
and BE instead of running around yourself?
Where is the promised hell?
where the flames of the moment
and the word turned soul
and the lions ascend
when crowns of bread fall from the sky?"
1/5
>>19483565
"Will you obtain the dog’s humility? The lightness of the wind?
Will you cease to live as a sphere lost in nothingness?
May the sublime erase the foreign footprints from your own footsteps!
May there be light in the meaningless darkness!
May silence, with a scent of sandalwood, invade the falseness of appearances!
May your heart grow roots in the four corners of the universe!
May a celestial roar run through your bones like a train with no breaks!
May the grunting of the pigs turn your timpani into lilies!
From the wounds that crown your memories, let there flow a geyser of liquid gold!
Under the darkness of night, like a daytime tiger,
may you devour the moment until its honey is thoroughly depleted!"
2/5
"Enough treading under tunnels of bitter gelatin!
Enough with your arrogant mirrors!
Enough with the orphan mouths,
of swamp lands dressed as prophets,
of sterile wine that tastes like swine,
of worshipping a god made of blood!"
3/5
>>19483572
"Has life taught you how to untie a knot?
Untie yourself from the hero mask
from the applause that move your legs
from the halo that still ties you to the muddy saint
When the sacred rooster has drawn its final breath
the Arcane will open itself like a white rose
in the center of your chest will sing a silver virgin
from every ivory eye you will extract a burning image
you will cease to criticize, so that the soul will extend itself
you shall accept that a stone is a stone no matter who throws it
you will adore and admire the withered flower as much as the one in bloom"
4/5
>>19483577
"In the midst of matter, which flows towards disintegration
your consciousness will propel the intangible
to become everlasting energy.
You shall populate the anxiety of the soul with images
with diamonds you shall seed the wake of the centuries
Your soul, which was born blind
will be covered in eyes which are unafraid to see."
Fuck off, Jodo. You're high.
>>19483656
In this high man's opinion the sense of life's been grasped when your internal experience has become an unending, self-propelled psychedelic-like trip
>>19483709
In my opinion you dull your intellligence and lose your critical sense.
>>19483565
>>19483565
Thank you.