Matrika Shakti (inner chatter)

You always say
There is reason

But
Really

It was much BETTER
That way

More comfortable

At
The
Peak

Yeah of course!
it’s a habitual mistake
to compare
but
I mean
as long as there are
Means
to compare

It’s much BETTER
This way

Silent and Selfless
Light and Bodiless

Alas!

Yes Alas

For a moment
Just

Yes
I am weak

Feebleness of my
Mind

Debris
made of desirous
words

Pull me down
Sometimes

Again and again

It is just a throb
You know

Happens
by itself

Like two identical
universes

a tic finding its tac

to
tic tac

a living machine
at the crown

Lines
rise
from
Mines
of
The ocean

Where
we get lost in
or I challenge
Myself
for a lonesome swim
a throb
is a past dream

maddening
or
tranquilizing

pulsation

that sometimes
pulls up

You
[or
It

you are it]

better
surrounder
just

If you know
When you know

cause
They say
The high-pitched
cleanses

the boasting mind?

A primordial
melody

clinks in ears

You can listen to
its whizzz
and
Enjoy the itch

No need to relate to
Let it do its work

As long as you
Choose to
….
?
Look at
a past?

Like to have pain?

Should you wish the past
Manifest itself?

It surely will!

You will then need to objectify
and forget about your true self

To be able to relate to these things
Manifest from the past

So you shall then
Bear the pains
Of your object

Take it or
better just leave it

Choice is yours

And come here
right now

and for all that delusive act
The melodrama
of the self

You can only ask justice
from the divinity
in yourself
for yourself

cause
When the time comes
to enter
The gate

The gate
as you know it

And as you have never known

has always been open
before your eyes
but
What’s left ?
For You

for you
only seeing it now
but drop

drop
This heavy weight
At last
And for good

Yeah
Happens by itself

Clicks just

Like an anchor
And Snaps
And pulls

Up

Like a lover
Catching your hand
before you fall
Down the valley
to your death

a passage
of caves

of rocks

Follow the light
If meant to be

Through craquelures

The great Raja awaits
with a face
which you will
Know

but truth is
neither his message
nor your love story –
transgressing
generations

Truth is the silence
Silence that you can only know
when you experience

Silence
eternally dissolving
of words
and
of you

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