I have a message For the world.
Not to scare you,
But I think it
Should be heard. People ought to
Let themselves
Get hurt and get lost.
Suffering is the shortest route to
Bliss is the sound of serpent’s tongue
Who was guilty of a sin
And whose nemesis
Was his reflection’s grin In the mirror of the mind
Who is larger than us all
But smaller than us
Too is the number that makes
One not a blunder.
Like the mindfulness
Of water from a
Spring Is the season of
Rebirth into time.
So release comes with
Winter when we’re all
Frozen and sublime.

Originally posted Nov. 25th, 2006