An Unfeeling Kiss

An Unfeeling Kiss of Freedom and Death,

surrounded me softly and left me with it's Bliss.

Struggle with my self had ended,

and I emerged with only warm unknowing. 

My hell had ended; 

yet I knew not that I was dead…

For I had died without fighting, 

against the black and unknown dread.

I died in the serpent’s kind coils

of it's constrictive renewal.

Resurrected by pitiless love,

and left with no self-accrual.

I’ve died of merciless shredding,

by six eagles and their beaks of death.

Consumed by nine ravenous friends for forgetting;

they fed on my vain spirit that had no depth.

I was shown Universal connection,

and the Infinite of The Source.

I saw no need for self-pity

or indulgence for my selfish old self.

Swallowed for food by a great serpent,

it beguiled definitely not…

Reborn with contentment for “what is,”

and not caring for “what if,” or “what not.”

The grand trick is Awareness,

and Knowing that we are Dead.

Seeing that my darkness was a lie,

as was knowing with my deceitful head.

Knowing it is Dead;

the Self has no beginnings or endings…

Sweetly moving between Love’s Nothing

and Everything, with never an ending...

Awareness wraps us in Knowing,

and preserves us in mint condition.

With Awareness’s Unbending Intention,

it stops mind’s useless and muddy mentation.

Death sweetly stalked me,

and destroyed my mirror of reflection.

Continuity died;

never to be repaired, again and again…

Timeless in limbo with impeccability,

a warrior becomes Knowing.

Patiently waiting with Not-Knowing,

and a warrior’s state of “as if,” it never slowing.

Armed with only their Knowing

and their Not-Knowing,

warrior’s just wait fearlessly,

and they wait patiently for their 

Silent Knowledge and Final Knowing…

Copyright (C) 2011 by Michael G. Hesley

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