Took the soul back from an anxious master in the broken fields of laughter

Going into the extreme,
just drop dead
to be a light !
Naked elevation in the dawn,
true nature inside the infinite
the borderless scheme of it.
In the beginning you will find the moment
here and now,
the Lover, the bright One.

The battle a very consistent illusion
lost in a very sad hand full of dusty coins
and a lot of little children to abuse and torture
inside your stolen property, the suffering Mother
a spoonful of liquid making wounds
in her temple,
spitting in the righteous face
of your own mystery.

Still turning the other cheek
kept on blessing you,
the source of Love went through
their tired conspiracy ,
the big brother sleep can’t manipulate the beat
most of the notes are made of silence
you knew that.
You really are broken the response is very clear,
does it always end in an apocalyptic hell when a master speaks ?
Brimstones and disaster inside your uncertainty.
Things were very clear, it’s timeless
till the very end the circle was unbroken,
Love needs no space, no body, no thoughts,
no emotional reactions, no political structures,
and certainly no philosophy or a secret brilliant library,
there is no will to do it, it’s wordless, little child,
matter is also made of shit,
be free, just drop death be alive right now,
you should be awake eternal One.
Being, awareness, bliss.