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The Signpost

"the ripening of karma does exist!"


and manifest it does in ways that, a leaf floats down a stream, in ways that


another sand grain falls, in ways that, we can move on, not a week goes by


that we stop, nor a day, an hour, a minute, a second, the sand grain from the


bottom of the ocean, the one that makes a pearl, string them all together


hang them from the world, spitting image of the reflection beaming oft the


dew, water and mercury mix like oil and fire, black smoke rise, black eyes


roll on through the illusive depth of what anything is to be, and it is raining


again, as rain does fall from up above, as grey clouds roll asunder, all in


the mind of god, we can turn our backs on a world asking to be destroyed


and earth takes care of herself the way living things do, sacrifice, of the


grandest scale, pluck up the hideous tune, sweep the chimney men clear


one point, the diamond in the basket of the first earth, this is the second,


onwards toward a minute, to the hour, and the day, the week, the month


the years shall move onward, and all of time shall be something, and what


it is, are we creating it or merely experiencing it, and how shall we tell


the apple from the third arrow splits as the first arrow split, all that remains


a leaf, a stem, and two halves of what once was a black hole, within, emptiness


an emptiness that creates vibration, and a vibration seeking to engulf in flames.

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