aphorisibles from the nudist colony
Foreword
I am Abraxas.
I am nobody.
Nothing.
No one.
Headless.
Mindless.
I am neither desirous of change
nor even remotely touched by the sentience of others.
Whether they exist, whether they are some-one, is no concern of mine.
I have no thoughts.
I am sense-less.
Non-sense-cycle.
I have no hidden agenda.
No skeletons.
Not even a cupboard.
February 20th, 2008 at 6:12 pm
God is now drawing each one to him,
like a Mother calling at tea-time.
Red juice and ginger snaps are
on the tray extended.
The Smile is eternal, kapila.
The children run, hearts
forgetful now of everything.
She is calling. Mother is calling.
Run. Run now.
Run!
“For who is the ONE who out of HER compassion
takes form and comes to the rescue of the whirling
consciousness, lost in the forests of darkness?”
JNANADEVA