Sunday, May 17, 2020

We Vet & Unvet Beliefs


I sit lower on an upper chakra such tenor or soprano—those welted fevers or speaking perfection where keen eyes notice something suspicious. these worlds of charlatans these agendas while most are professing alchemy. I met a soul so obvious an affliction but lights would sprout. to wonder sorely concerning antipathy where many were molested by the church. so, a disgruntle position, even a heinous evaluation, where a man is wearing transparencies. by soft chants, so enlove with Aum, but deafly adverse to religiosity. able by powers or speaking in tongues while afraid of Jesus.

we might become a brief second if souls weren’t frozen while life is philosophic miseries. to harness excitement or feel annihilated where father’s essence is debated. I met a woman. she never preached scripture. she would summarize in her words. while a man so sought to prevail as becoming enamored with religiosity. he would gesture intrusively while negating exegesis where many needed to recruit him. such tender eyes as spilling upon the cross if but to open susceptibility. but the man was rigid, affected by science, where he imagined God found in neurotransmitters.

the séance is its renaissance while we claim an ancient ingredient. our famished souls our trombone hearts after something significant. if to perish thrice if but fiery Zoroaster or those first tenants: if but Hinduism, in all of its plurality, where many are slow to yoga’s origin. (a man running as to look at mirrors while returning to the same valley. those mind animals those sick leprous-souls or such where we claim Last Days. so apocalyptic or such spirit-chronicles where many are avoiding what they worship.) pure paradox, or evangelical suicide, where one is a spirit-revolutionary.

we resist oppression instead of passivity, for one would rather die once. but cheeks are turned, where one might wonder, What makes her so special?

we would worship the sun. but activities were human instinct. prior to a written dialogue. we give it credit, for it remains ingenuous, where to read it is to feel consciousness.

I would go deeper into those bowels almost those chains.

(I might wrestle truths or feel unaccomplished where it appears obvious in my eyes; such whelming questions, such integrity, while we must analyze transmission; or, as critical inquiry, we premise the human power. but we must vet, for premises can’t support themselves, there must be something more than premises. our deductive conundrum, in this alley of artifacts, I must accept the premise.)

we would adore Buddhism, by a viable analysis, “Life is suffering.” but we must evaluate cessation, articulated by Noble Truths, where we might argue something that whelms the human psyche. such a notion, discovered by a claim, where one conveys the possibility to end suffering. we would meditate, to locate intervals of peace, but we inevitably center at the initial suffering.

we sense something crucial, in this land of vipers, each tome is studying its universal. pain is a force, most would transform it, by what operating principle? a claim is being made, but it requires intuition, for the author is making an assertion. we start at transmission. we ask a valid inquiry: “Am I permitted to suffuse at will, or Am I suffusing by my own initiative?” the answer in on faith. I must be clear on this point: aside for energy, tangibility is elusive.

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