"Hi, my name is Lyle and I believe you stepped on my shoe..."
- To witness the death of another being is profoundly unnerving, when viewed with the acumen of not what is dying but that the cessation of another conscious being is occurring. When one views a creature as a being and nothing more, all must be beheld identically. This intimation aligns my own compassion for all, creatures and men alike.
- Slow down. Don't look at your feet or keep your minds-eye within your internal ration or desires. Perceive everything around you without feeling, without judgement, and with understanding of what things truly are: Empty and dualistic. If you cannot help but have feelings, have love. This will not breed desire. It is simplistic, and rewarding in a karmic manner.
- "I'm More Than A Man, I'm A Soul"
DESOLATE I LOOK INTO THE DISTANCE
RADIATING WITH PUTRID HATE
MY SKIN TURNS GARNET
AND MY EYES TURN WHITE
IS THIS WIND RUSHING OVER ME
MORE THAN A WHIM?
ARE WE MORE THAN MEN?
CAN I BE SAVED NOW THAT I AM?
our flame, my flame
tells untold stories
eager to reveal the desires and dreams
before this flame burns down
until its once lively speak
is nothing more than a heated whisper
not loud enough to warm our faces
the wind, the cold becomes impatient and move in again
waves lash in the distance
a rythm to their step
so much intrusion to the senses
of sounds of feelings
as we watch the stars fall from the sky