A familiar sound,
that can’t be placed:
this body’s name.
Its life-story,
the forgotten trajectory
of this impersonal life form.
Perfection of form and time,
immortality and transcendence,
are unremarkable and innate
qualities of the unborn.
Countless serpents of desire:
coils of prarabdha,
continuums of consciousness,
entangled in form-identity,
seeking to re-experience
must surrender to eternal newness.
As societies prosper,
the order of natural needs,
gives way to aimless unconscious personal desires,
and the ever-evolving conscious unity of life collapses
into the discord of thousands of unconscious endless cycles of desire,
that entrapping thousands of souls and wasting nature’s bounty in a