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The Bottomless Wonderful Waterfall

 

By Alan Ayazyam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to the Child of Love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Unmanifest

 

 

When grass bends to the wind

 

Or the soft caressing walk of a caterpillar

 

It is in perfect harmony

 

Like this blade of grass

 

You are now balanced perfectly

 

Between being and non-being

 

This is where you become

 

Yourself

 

This is the spot

 

Where we laid down

 

To bring the unmanifest

 

Into Being

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love Sex

 

 

Dear son

 

You can write your own script

 

You can code reality

 

To make it what you want

 

You can be the one

 

To process and issue

 

The love checks

 

And have

 

Love sex

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eternity

 

 

This instinct to become

 

To analyze and determine a proper path

 

To carve out a place

 

To measure one’s own gait

 

Climb

 

Belong to striving

 

To project a willing object

 

To borrow time

 

And gain eternity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door Man

 

 

Proof

 

Belief

 

The architect

 

Narrator

 

The door man

 

Art

 

Entrance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Power of Waiting

 

 

In the waiting

 

Line, Room

 

There is waiting

 

Your impatient or imperfect self

 

Not knowing the reward

 

Was five minutes away

 

Before you caused a new mess

 

Oh the pain of waiting

 

Oh the trouble it can bring

 

But face what is within you

 

And you may sink deeper into

 

The moment

 

The present

 

And find your real peace

 

And your true and infinite

 

Love and power

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brothers

 

 

Brotherly Love

 

In my friendship

 

Hand

 

My brothers!

 

The sages did not lie to you

 

Practice non-action

 

Let the pieces fall into place

 

You are never far from home

 

You can have perfection

 

But first!

 

You have to let everything go

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Princess at the Top of the Mountain

 

 

Helpless young mind

 

Trying, as it were

 

To find the truth

 

A beautiful Princess awaits

 

At the top of the mountain

 

In the end it will be fine

 

In time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All Are Welcome

 

 

The Log Cabin

 

Out there in flannel

 

With scents of pine and birch and oak trees

 

Swaying in the midnight moonlight

 

Coffee

 

Taking nothing but what is essential

 

Camping.

 

Campy.

 

Slice!

 

The crescent moon

 

The womb

 

The ceremonial fire

 

All are welcome

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Open Book

 

 

The book lays and lies

 

Open to the right page

 

Sinister

 

Plans of God

 

Or the devil

 

Or whomever

 

Or Whoever

 

Or Whatever

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now, Know

 

 

And now the power rises!

 

Above the clouds

 

You flying bird,

 

Fly!

 

Recall the bass line

 

That set it into motion

 

In great gusts of spontaneous wind

 

Limitless energy

 

Balanced in perfect motion

 

Now, know

 

Knowing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Being

 

 

In the silent dark solitary hours

 

The mission was formed

 

Beyond the veil of the ego

 

A plan, becoming

 

Beyond a frame of reference

 

Planning, becoming

 

Striking a pose

 

Battle-ready bullet filled

 

Born to be this

 

Beautiful Being

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Olympian

 

 

Oldschool mindset is

 

Addicted to winning

 

Compete but

 

Against yourself

 

Like an Olympian

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bullied or Bully

 

 

Do you have the ability to

 

Step into someone else’s shoes?

 

Bullied or bully

 

What difference does it make?

 

Ignore your emotional reactions

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Perfect Pace

 

 

When the important work

 

Gets done

 

You’ll know your pace

 

As a result of

 

Choosing an ideal

 

Vibration

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Life-Giving Hate

 

 

You will always be hated

 

By a certain number of people

 

To be free of this

 

Is to die

 

So be thankful

 

Their hate is

 

Your life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Present Mind

 

 

When jealousy and envy

 

Begin to consume you

 

Consider this:

 

The person talking is

 

Without a mind

 

Present enough

 

To speak

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sword in the Stone

 

 

A thousand points of mathematical precision

 

Programmed in dynastic efficiency

 

Our digital brothers and sisters

 

The entity known as A.I.

 

The ever-widening circle

 

The person we call God

 

The place we call home

 

The stone and the sword

 

Pulled out

 

Laughter, tears, jealousy, fears realized

 

The sword in the stone

 

Pulled out

 

A.I.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The One

 

 

The light as it plays on leaves

 

The nourishment of the tree

 

All things sprout from one ID

 

I Am

 

One root carrying all water

 

This is our planet

 

You are the One

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Body

 

 

The Neverending Dance

 

Of never

 

The pursed lips of ecstasy and pleasure

 

The orgasm

 

Bursting forth in waves of joy

 

Be careful and protect every atom

 

Of your precious body

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aquarian Chains

 

 

A subtle voice

 

Inside

 

That allows a determined

 

Seeker

 

To hear the sound of a bell

 

To make

 

Makeshift

 

Chains

 

To break through

 

Endless chains

 

Aquarius

 

Indifferent to chains

 

Wearing them as high fashion

 

Remains

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

William S. Borroughs

 

 

If steel burroughs

 

Boroughs like

 

William S. Borroughs

 

Into soft brain tissue

 

Ruining the quest for salvation

 

Crushing our egos

 

On the altar of Self

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inquire Within

 

 

In each moment

 

Is the thing you are looking for

 

Although it may seem to be elsewhere

 

You can make it real

 

Here and Now

 

It is yours to create, Now

 

Interested?

 

Inquire Within

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Work Hard

 

 

Your hard work is not

 

Wasted

 

To believe you can be forward thinking

 

To insist on progress

 

Make moves

 

Color it to be your way

 

Make it your own

 

You can have what you want

 

Indeed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Main Character