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The petals on the ground

the ranting beggar's rags

the gust in quivering branches

and the sleeping plowboy's dreams are but selfless, empty and free from conceptual elaboration

where the putrid roots of every heart on earth

infix deep their restless twists in the barren ground

where reason's gentle lamentations fall like morning dew

his perception's charnel house was built

all singed and weary the soothsayer rests from his day's journey and glances at the abhorrent vista down yonder

to gaze upon life without desire

and discerns from afar a bleat, a bark, a bellow and a roar

ascending salutations from afar

intermingling with his deliberations

then dissolving in the interstices that dwell between each prudent stroke

the mind's brush applies

when his sleeps in rays of light, he beholds and waves that beat on heaven's shore

and joyfully drowns in woe and contemplation

with intoxicated moon-eyes he once gazed into himself

conceiving the engulfing waters

waves and breakers sweeping over him

and rays of light run life's loom to weave the tapestry of nought

and like a smile upon an infant's face

perception delights and withers

inhaled by the discerner's breath

underneath the pine tree

he basks and swoons in recollections

musings a thunderous god once wrung from him and weeps gently

making death a victory

wailing softly and wondering what is his  toil's recompense?

and the lotus flowers blossom in the offal of the discerner's sardonic mind

for shame is his innermost universe's loom and the softening of the sinews is its thread

perception is a putrid lake kissed and sucked by the thirst of the sun

vapour it will become and height and path of light and light itself

the senses perceive and roam the glades, the vales and woods profound

and vision adown the precipice plunges

to dissolve in the emptiness and the auguring beggar's chanting ceases

croaking, rattling, squalling until his voice is echoless

fill your mouth with noble words

and ravel in your thoughts' carnage

the one who bestows his own greatness seeks to smite the throne erected in his heart

wayfarer, from your own fervid day-longings

joy and woe are woven fine

and cruelty knits a snare with silken twine

so broad and teeming lies on the horizon an ocean of multidiscerning clarity

brute, insidious, plundering and grovelling is the origination that must come to pass

and recall that reason's gilded butterfly scarce perches on your cheek

and the mote descends into the offal

and comes to nought

as  the soothsayer basks in multidiscerning clarity

without plurality, indivisible, one in taste

not derivative and self-aware

for that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the mind

whose gate is the morning mist

and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night

multidiscerning clarity

you may find in it a harness and a chain

multidiscerning clarity

raiment and thread of the inner path