Gentle is the Speech
Gentle is the speech of the ariyas
Scalding balm of the elect
Scourge of the usurper
Mild dew descending into the abyss
Gentle is the speech of the ariyas
Lion's teeth shredding rotten flesh
Sun rays like arrows
Calming moon beams behind your eyes
A traveling star has no home
Wave upon wave on my door
I would drown if I could
But up in the mountain
The sky has gone
A whirl in the heart
A whirl in the heart
Is a stain in the soul
Under the Buddha's glare
The soft world melts
Spinning salvation
Static damnation
The true Absolute
Has never been grasped
I crawl in the midden
I reach and I stumble
A laugh, a shout
A lark, a dance
The philosopher perishes
In his dull rotting wisdom
While no bird
Ever missed the mark
Anyway, if the poetry keeps coming, I’ll make like Curtis Yarvin and start a separate substack for my poetry. Interestingly, I think I’ve figured out where the poetry is coming from, which is a very unromantic thing to say, but I’ll work it into part of an upcoming post.
Loooove that last verse