More than Words !

Up he went toward the ladder's to nowhere, they had said that's the way inside him, so he climbed, until his legs were too tired to walk, still he walked ! Days went by, like flowers turning to dust to flowers, his mind was no more, even he was no more, every up was down was up in cycles, so he walked ! He met men's, women's, children's, god's, and emptiness, he gained a lot, he lost a lot, his legs were no more, his being twisted as paper planes, the more he walked ! Rubber stretch's, comes together, friction, all friction ! The ladder, where does it lead to, or lead into, what choices the human as human leans to, of the water falls, or all way long desert, he walks to ! Its a long way, a long war, a long music, a long dance, it expands and contracts, it destroys and creates, a dot, the lone way longs, the lone man, who walks to walks ! Sky is there as sky, which was sky even before, sky was there...

We are the best recipe that life offers, well cooked, and well served, with all those seasoning and crust, my atoms are as yours, so well adjust, and also whales and ants and universe, traces to crucibles of gene's so diverse, memories of the first cell in this earth, yours and my gene's have those all, evolutionary pressures lives and recalls, sometimes unstable, getting better, sometimes collapsed, extracting witter, You and I, are carbons making diamonds, gas clouds, out there somewhere submerged, would one day recall all these reactions, a solar system being formed is just abstraction, of planets orbiting those big giant stars, making you and I possible, recalls attractions, life is everywhere out there in atoms as fractions, You and I am as big as the universe in interaction, everyone is connected even the distant most stars !

1. Wo/men,  she is the tao, polarity itself,  a nebula drizzle, the lifes life,  the ying and yang that arise,  of womb apprise of all lives ! 2.  Wo/men,  for her society need to acclimatize,  literature's form, seasons disguise,  a cellular connection whole designs,  even denies satisfy of life centralized ! 3. Wo/men,  precedes of that distinct chromosome,  language are born of her being alone,  meanings of patterns brings her clone, men tries to root in aloop, unbeknown ! 4.  Wo/men,  wisdom was born of her, the eve apple,  primordial explosion, her impulses fragile,  of human is not in-human, its not straddle,  life that projects, came out of her candle ! 5.  Wo/men,  she is the tree of life, kalpabrikchya disguised,  every she, bulge of he, of immeasurable resides, cultures preserves Mary, where Jesus, inscribes, ...

turning wheels, one two three, life just upbeats, say's in whispers, you are that ! the 'I' resonates, stop not doing, start non doing, farm your land, flower the being ! for a while let go, of this mind-ness, chocolate flavors me, the apple is content, and life plays along ! this is it ! Satchitananda!

My name starts with capital letter 'A', it continues to grow everyday so I say, where will I end in the last day, is it 'Z', then suddenly I wonder, languages are expressions, so whats my name? or how my name tastes when she calls 'A'? how does her breath smells of my name ? If I were to be called by silence, how would it sound? Silent ! If there were no space around, how would it be found? Silent ! If I was inside the big blackhole, how does it echoes ? Silent ! My name starts with capital letter 'A'; does that makes any sense to you ? "A", sounds like small letter 'a', wheeww ! I cant imagine my face inside my own head, it does not come in any way, its abstract instead, I wonder how my brains remembers all the 'shit', its smart-ass, I guess, its the way it has to relate ! So my name starts with capital letter "A", and I still don't know how my name smells !

"My dream echoes of life's sound in sanity,  in regular tunes that smells of raw insanity,  like the neurological echoes of this humanity !" "the right word rambles in the court coarsely,  constant awareness of my resonance in dongs,  free, and loose spontaneous crude echo songs !" "oak smells of carpet wet in rainfall,  contraction of infinity of my identity,  the game rules banging all creativity,  telephone rings tiring self downfall !" "tell me again, what you don't recall of the hatch,  the game played again and again, in vain match, escape caught in lucidity of matrix in tiny scratch !" "a thorough investigation leads to nowhere ground,  of love that interests the unity of all you as hound,  think closely to see you interpret is you in astound !" "bitter, Yes;  sweet, Yes;  so what for,  something else!" "You becomes you when I talks of you in background,  inseparable game rules ...

I see life with different eyes every single day,  someday I am a beggar, someday a prostitute,  I become crows, insects in the room of aleut,  a murderer, a thief, a king, a man in prosecute,  someday I just become the ceiling fan in mute,  I rotate around Earth as the moon who is impute,  a cigarette that smokes its way to lungs in routes,  someday a girl in her first menstrual cycle uproot,  I even become beams of light playing life's flute,  a gun that fires bullets to the enemy like cell shoots,  someday I am just emptiness filling space yet, kaput !