UNTIL DEATH HAS ITS END
AT THE END!
And new beings played at swapping their souls,
in the aurora of the astral dawn.
"I have no mind, but I am thinking."
The legend of death was the same as that of life: endless..
A dream of being overflew the heavy mercury ocean
the silence of time looks, just before the crash!
I am reading the dream of the awakened angels.
The proper cosmos rises in flight and leaves the cosmos. Ah! where?
Where, when, how and why did what did not happen happen?
The remains of humanity
together with all the religions, finally , dead.
Free, - with neither myths nor fear -,
I wander about the NEW WORLD
in my Beginning.
Eternity? Wounded for a dream of not wanting to wake.
We were not dead but rather dreaming of death.
- And you, don't you know death then.?
- Death? No! what is it?
- The end of life, of existence.
- No, we'll never die.
- You're immortal. Wonderful!. But are you always young too?
- But don't you get bored always being the same?
- No! We have a natural mental mechanism that keeps us always entertained, always making new things. (The man kept silent eternally).
I am something that does not exist
or is about to exist
or that has already existed.
"Oh, it's so good to see my dreams outside of myself, alive."
"I remember as clearly as if it were today the day when I installed the Thought Planner in my brain"
"That's because earlier you had installed the Recuperator of Lost Thoughts".
A mind lost in space
describes future constellations wandering.
Soul, music of light,
where time has been stilled,
and the whole Universe
- "I am the son of my fathers and mothers"
- "My father is my son"
- "And I was born without parents"
"I was born one day, but I never died"
"When I was born, the world had already vanished"
Or the world never existed.
Till men created another world faraway from this one.
"The computers will be turned off one day."
"Sad, lonely androids will walk aimlessly around the Earth."
an open page so that He can draw,
dreams hovering over the infinite imagination of being.
I go to the depths of my being,
to the infinite
and I swim, soft, mild
I cross black holes
till they reach the other side of my soul.
I am the crew on board the celestial ship that travels through space
looking for God.
out there you can see
a total light
that to me seems a paradise
I advance quickly, like a dream,
transformed into celestial spirit
I fall into the Nothing
and e vap o rate suddenly
inspired by the infinite universe.
The universes talk about God and
the beings and they look at each other
The sun will explode
with the last waves
they will contemplate the angels of perdition from afar
they will know how to find the tunnel of time
that will bring them back home after
so many millions of years
light in front of them
will lead them to rest in the tender arms of God
who will smile, satisfied by the fulfilled Plan
The end will be the beginning
of another project
in another space-time
in the dynamic Universe
THE EXPLOSION OF SPIRIT
I have detonated my soul this very instant
everywhere particles of fire that become light are launched
everywhere the bubble-whispers of the champagne of my life.
in the infinite my consciousness of the world to other worlds,
thousand sensations of myself
Life has been horrible
though it is nice to see oneself go skywards
with the last birds.
and I wonder driven into the future by my hands
where they go
so faraway from this old world that's been dying
Anguish hangs from the hypothalmus of time
and it would shock me to see sad gazelles crossing feminine
beaches in the absence of man
in celestial landscapes of a being
who sees now now that an enormous hand extinguishes
the sun's wick with his fingertips, -
there's less than a second left for me to hope that this is the hand of God:
Astonished I opened my eyes one day
and I saw a marvel - how gods came riding realities
to shape new worlds
They came singing, everywhere
bringing together the transubstancial elements of eternity
and, without remembering where I had come from,
I began to leap for joy in the midst of the spectacle
the gods greeted me and laughed, putting things together
and I didn't know what to do
I saw skies seas and earth appear
that I had never seen before
plants jungles animals;
a god crazed with joy went by me
and asked me, "How many suns and moons would you like,"
and without thinking I said ten,
and so it was,
soon soon they appeared and their intense light left me unconscious;
when I woke I began to see ten dusks and ten dawns
and since then I have been waiting for the gods to come back
and contemplate me sad and alone.
The mountains are transformed in an instant to seas
seas into the instantaneous buildings that I see now
a curtain of fine light of multicoloured waters
ferments the golden coins of the day that has already gone
like a phantasm of a silk cape transparent
beyond the abyss
devils are falling changing into pure Gods with silver winged souls
the whispers of uncreated time are seen
the prophets of evil come riding insomniac nights
in days dreamt in mottled green dawn light bodies
of creatures unseen until they pass naked on tiptoes through
the crest of dawn, smiling; and
Is it God who arrives after such a long terror?
asks the spirit transformed into a mind of unlimited space
and a coldheat plucks the silent string of the brain,
at the tips of the erect nipples of virgin goddesses;
because they know that we came angels with splendid swords
brandishing secret reproductions of their souls;
they will cry because they have no body where they can send sensation
passengers on the aura line;
gushing like an old heaven,
in deep silence the mauve mountains will be unmade in white marble that will surge molten
from the mouths of volcanos to wash the innocent countryside;
and buildings of sperm will be erected by pitiless women sexual labourers,
where the holy woman was bathed in trance
opening her legs to a joyous God of sick Love, because He himself had written that that old world was going to die.
Dreams are expected
travelling through the space of centuries
incarnating themselves and disincarnating themselves in visions
of the stars
I am thinking with my four new
me, the same?
My soul greets me and whistles old songs of the dawn to me.
It is not a plant, it's a rain of light, and I am soaked! Even my bones are illuminated, it's not light, it is the sky of another world, now I am flying, I am an angel faster than thought, my dream floats above oceans of mercury, I am gliding, my dazzled lips kiss the sweet sweet feet of a virgin who dozes in a green sky, and my shining glance takes her virginity and she is left laughing to tears, I am bathed with pleasure in halos of honey in a universe that not even God knows, because I am the fourth trinity of a different cosmos where no darkness has ever existed, crowds of transparent souls see me pass in front of them and greet me and some yield to my flight, but I am going further and as a sign I leave them a trail of eternal light that will continue lighting their unlimited lives, now I am celestial music that flies further than the geniuses of all timeless time, breaking the ring of space