In Full-Bloom

It is in this moment of clarity: the reality, separating from idolatry: raw, real: —experiencing reality. Who are you in anonymity? —An accumulation of identity… Shed the scales of the sacred snake, temporary in Time: — spiritually naked, sacred, and sublime! A star twinkles in your inner-eye, in the solitary midnight-sky of the Un-Manifested… a sparkle of Enlightenment! You observe…and absorb with hope: your being, —in a mystic reverie… The rose in full-bloom in your vase, shares the same evanescent perfume with yours: but, you suffer; —it, — does not care to bloom and die! you cry…it dies: —every one dies! So, let us live with tears in our eyes: live and laugh: —cry tears of sublime! —love, wine, cry, smile, and die… in this tragi-comedy of life!