The unsustainable duality

We all know how it works, 

gravity your only option right here,

right now, just submitting to the natural laws,

the chaos of harmonious spheres,

stuck in the illusionary will to have big fun all of the time.
A totalitarian reaction of the memory gave you a wrong impression
of the future 
that never came 
deep in the eternal moment of the heart, 
the cosmic source of immanent creation.
(What if there is no solid tree left to lean on for contemplation?
Can you already create an ocean or a Universe of Love?)
Acid dust destroying the wisdom of breathing,
the elements used to be loaded with infinite inspiration,
the silent vehicle of meditation 
the only true transportation to get ahead,
the highway has no goal, it’s all about the journey, the movements
here and now, the experience of being, 
awareness and bliss,
the undivided One that is.
Submission to our infinite being.

The soft fertile winds are reduced to a stock market investment,
the captains of industry, the petrochemical hierarchy,
is showing off with perverted smiles 
to bring you a new green deal,
the faithful lethargic happy family 
anxious dwelling again 
in the labyrinth of the latest desire 
in blue rays on the burning screen,
their inferior garden digital readjusted
with the microscopic soft smell 
of rotting flesh of the drowning poor,
the subjects of the monetary kingdom 
have to keep on buying to digest anything 
that land screaming and bewildered on their plates,
so the grand wheels of modern life 
can keep on turning faster and faster, 
overheated in their rage.


In the meantime the Saints are strolling through their infecting factory grounds 
in glorious delight with their eyes wide open,
mysterious and fragile.

What goes up must come down, 
although in a deeper sense
it’s also part of the unsustainable duality.
(These words have nothing to do with any judgement 
but are merely an optional indication 
to experience the philosophers stone again.)
Who is searching for what?