Oak McIlwain

Deepened.
Abyss of entrance.
With reverence, gaze unto the corn of ages.
With reverence, reduce yourself to a fine powder.
With social awareness, kill someone who is well-liked in the community.

I entered the abyss.
Faced with the corn of scorn.
I left.
Again, I entered.
I left…

I cannot wait to die.
I entered.
I left.
I often buy groceries late in the evening.
It’s a better way to shop, muchacho.

Oh, deepness is a virtue.

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Author: Andrew Buntine

Open the gate.

Thanks to the lion for being so nice
if only she came from the land of the spice

Exception rules when rules will hide
Of you and me whose laughs are tied
To break the mold of eyes confined
A timeless path; True endless mind

I looked into my own third eye
Then slowly I began to cry
It seemed the only way to solve this game
was to destroy or to create

am I a muse, a distraction an escape?
Is that why you needed me?
now you will see that what you thought you held
was just one more illusory world

Anyone who does not see
Hurts by the very nature of non-seeing
Raised only to function for society
Is it any wonder we are all empty?

When we inflict pain due to obstructed nature
Without knowledge of our action
Is simply changing a few causes of pain enough to liberate humanity?

And when the bell tolles
It all falls down
A marvellous miracle
of miraculous clowns

Heiled be, the sin of Sod. The Dark Abyss is throbbing…

Keep your daughters locked up.
In the basement.
For I am one one.
The nether-one
The foaming one.

The graveyard yearns for me.
Calls for the deepening are lusting for hills of yonder.
Orgies of putrid black gore, he responds.
Just me, I remark.
Oozing vile shit.
For the ones I cannot help but cult.

Join me.
Molester the fester.
In war, only the ancient felch is real.
Powdered ethnic for my pipe.
Sodomize the men first!

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This is just a small human-rights peice I am working on…

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Author: Buntz Doom

The secret is hidden in the very fabric of space/time
The moment is of infinite depth
The immeasurable is eternal
The insurmountable is illusory

Consciousness is space
Thought is matter
Just as matter dances within space
So does thought dance in consciousness?
They are two sides of the same coin

The individual is the doorway between heaven and earth
Human beings are searching for doorways without realising that they are a doorway
The true self is the whole (holy)
The body is god’s hand
Unconscious thought is divine obstruction
Conscious thought is a heavenly muse

Oh the throws that kitty knows
Can bend and twist and touch the toes
Who hovers over light as snow
and touches all with a golden glow

Some said sin would judge the knowers
but those who knew were forest goers
Party folk disappear into the trees
As pan plays flute with the birds and bees

And a chain of desire is pulled forth from me
in some such way of tortured pleas
but I can only turn around and run
because the game hence forth has just begun

She sees me here and sees me there
and all the while is unaware
of deeper truths that pave the path
into the darkness in my heart

Silence is freedom, space and immortality

Freedom from thought is intelligence
Freedom from matter is spaciousness
Freedom from self is wholeness (holiness)

Holy Intelligent Spaciousness is the kingdom of heaven

Self is created by thought

Knowledge is merely the accumulation and repetition of thought

Innocence is the inability to be hurt (psychologically)

In silent stillness exists a realm beyond self, matter, space/time and thought

When thine becomes thee; all is revealed by the brilliance of objectivity

The bliss state arises when the thoughts are suspended (or when the subject of those thoughts is exposed as non-existent – thus the dissolution of duality. This is jyana yoga and can be very frightening without any other grounding such as mantra, selfless service, asana etc.)

When a human locks their mind on a single object the thoughts are suspended and the natural state is entered (beyond time/space).

During physical yoga there are several objects to lock the mind to. The asana, bundas and the pranayama.

The ease with which the mind will lock to these is in direct proportion to the psychological attachments of the individual (illusory self)

Thus explains the unseen reason that some aspirants enter the state more readily than others regardless of physical flexibility.

The average person is distracted from the locks by both external and internal fluctuations.

The inner is the outer thus the best path to remove psychological attachments is not by negation but by true personal insight.

That is, when one no longer fights with that within that is seen as negative and actually looks at it without bias or prejudice.

This is true learning.

When one can look at things clearly, the false will be seen to be illusory and fall away of its own accord.

By this method only the truth will remain.

Once the mind is easily locked to the single object there will come a time when the question is asked “what is the subject to which this object is locked?”

The enquiry, if sincere, will yield no answer and thus the subject will merge with the object; the atman (singular entity in natural state) will merge with the absolute.

Pure consciousness flowing unobstructed; as god painting with infinite brushes,
this inexplicable master piece.

Part 1

What is a mudha?
And do needs really must when the devil drives?

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A poem or a pond? And far above the surface, the swaying of a palm frond.
Would you prefer the solid ground or drifting through the lofty heights betwixt the air of summer rain and winter nights?

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He said they were happily without muses. Confined to the lower three.
What is life without the muses?

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The one that judges always accuses. It separates and lays to waste all the divine and mighty grace.
A poem or a pond was always the most important question because it told of another place to share the bare and faceless space.

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Chase your tail; this race is frail. What more could a tale entail?
Than to be the one. The one to be… at comfort with infinity.

Part 2

Apparently there was spaghetti left there on the floor
But I looked closely and it didn’t look like spaghetti anymore

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I saw your golden hair and glowing smile
Bemused, aghast and stunned a while
I saw the Brahman in everyone
And learned to stare into the sun

You were a jewel on the crown of thorns
Who blew my trumpet to toot my horn

A silver river runs through the house of god
It snakes out forever in the heart of hod
I found it’s root on the mountain top
And harvested the herb from an abundant crop

The mind that compares said to show this to you
A glittering, glimmer of light in the few
But if you looked through and could see my name
Heralded insane in the face of the mundane
Is it really me that you see
Or is it just the action of duality?

But for you a million diamonds would pour
From the eternal garden of nine and score
Neither mattered not to me
Can I take your hand yet set you free?

Because if I can do so with heart elated
My time in heaven was always fated
And you as the divine will always be
As I fade away in the infinite sea

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A trick of words or a play of the light
A game in the woods - when the day turns to night
Love and attachment together in the bath
Like the lunatic seeking a predfined (!path)

Part 3

The unseen is much more real than the seen
because the seen is manifest from the unseen