White Lotus
Listen
The wanting of the silent thoughts to be
Fathered by a mind unquiet
Stop moving
Stop flying
Through the times unruly
Defying the order of the wild
Stop doing
Stop trying
Losing through the force of choosing
The course of duty will contort your vision
Do not word your movements if the story is written
Don't adore any image in the lore given
For the war within mind is the war on preference
The repetitive waves of the dying break forcefully
Shores of remembrance
Beached whales bloat horribly
Do not be a fortune for the wild
They smile unknowingly
The mind is a vacant hole for the
Ancient souls to be
Flagrant and mold into hatred
To be honored by the weak
Truth only
May unfold through the throws of the
Silent ones dying
To themselves why won't I cry out?
Will I find God in the sacrifice of my senses?
I've deafened myself to the chimes of attention
I've felt nothing but fire thoughts
Consuming clear knowing
Flames glowing
Hollow out my head
Ash pouring
Dead images emerge renewing old fiction
Flowing
Sufficing for existence
Blind diction
Focus
Narrow pointed stillness
White lotus
Locus of soul
Light potion
I've noticed
Millions of angel eyes looking
See through me
Luminescent
Translucent
Undo me
Glass minded
You must break willfully
Sharp pieces pass through the cold face of reason
Blood taken and given to the saints of being
Disintegrate truly in the space of seeing
Take nothing
The wanting of the silent thoughts to be
Fathered by a mind unquiet
Stop moving
Stop flying
Through the times unruly
Defying the order of the wild
Stop doing
Stop trying
Losing through the force of choosing
The course of duty will contort your vision
Do not word your movements if the story is written
Don't adore any image in the lore given
For the war within mind is the war on preference
The repetitive waves of the dying break forcefully
Shores of remembrance
Beached whales bloat horribly
Do not be a fortune for the wild
They smile unknowingly
The mind is a vacant hole for the
Ancient souls to be
Flagrant and mold into hatred
To be honored by the weak
Truth only
May unfold through the throws of the
Silent ones dying
To themselves why won't I cry out?
Will I find God in the sacrifice of my senses?
I've deafened myself to the chimes of attention
I've felt nothing but fire thoughts
Consuming clear knowing
Flames glowing
Hollow out my head
Ash pouring
Dead images emerge renewing old fiction
Flowing
Sufficing for existence
Blind diction
Focus
Narrow pointed stillness
White lotus
Locus of soul
Light potion
I've noticed
Millions of angel eyes looking
See through me
Luminescent
Translucent
Undo me
Glass minded
You must break willfully
Sharp pieces pass through the cold face of reason
Blood taken and given to the saints of being
Disintegrate truly in the space of seeing
Take nothing
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Writer(s): Nathan Hutchinson
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