The Mercy of a Roman spear thru my side
Death on a cross
Death on a cross
was a jail break
from a prison of pure pain
beatings
hatred
Angels
carry me up into the Heavens
for a pure moment
as a curious warm feeling traveling the universe again
They remind me when the time
comes to don another mask
suffer the flesh to be born again into the struggle
fight and love and steer the myths of mankind
life cycles less the Christian coming once
leaving bloodied on a Cross
vowing to come back for their souls...
I AM
the returning of the mindful Buddha
instincts
stronger than thought
never abandon the suffering
the same compassion
that led Buddha
from his Kingly garden
to starve
under a Bodi tree
until his mind emptied enough
for the universe to flow in
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