Lovely Zen

The truth is:
One cannot Live
they are already Dead.

To know Life
understand a world without it.

To accept its offerings,
you must have nothing to take.

Know God and see Him
in universal splendor.

Hear songs
sung by angelic hearts
and weep in harmony with their vibrations.

Passion fuels the soul.

Love feeds starving innocence.

Are you enamored with Being?
or is it spoiled by Living?

In the great plays of
all individual yet connected sages:

There are dreams shadowed by reality.

There is reality controlled by dreams.

There is Awakening offered to slumbering giants.

There is a secret in plain sight:

Life is holy and every moment sacred.


About Universal Shift

I am the Sonata Unusual. I coat myself with some obtuse angle too far below zero to become any warmer. I create motivation, activate schemas, moisten gardens with scents of natural honeydew. Construct this meaning, you sleepy flock. Silence your singing—despairing contortions out of tune. Shatter the brittle butterfly glass with your hideous wailing. I am born of my god’s imagination. When I die I shall meet him. For there are many things to discuss over tea…or scotch.

Posted on December 12, 2011, in Author, Fiction, Philosophy, poetry, Religion and Spirituality and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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