Classical Interpreter

I’m a classical interpreter, chosen to bestow thoughts of magical barriers unfounded

Principle escaladed with purity of tongues and turning cheeks of glory

Feelings engulfed to take over a connection of Lord Krishna

Not a bad feeling of escaping the Karma that spanks the New Rich and the Wealthy

Procreated to touch lives of Unholy and Laymen individuals

Not speaking in complicated Syllabus as these come to me in Meditation Sessions and in Sleep Paralysis Control

Don’t beg me to give you knowledge of Non Existing Wisdom

As feelings of connecting with individuals for good reasons is Important

Darkness creeps in below the waistline and above the Third Eye

Don’t be afraid to walk away

And be Alone

Fighting it head on is going to scar your grace

Turn the other cheek and begin to forgive your Environment

It’s not below your Personality

It’s above your Third Degree of Burning Sensations while you are knocked out in the Awakening Sleep Mode

Consciousness does not escape any individual

It moves on from Third Degree of Four 11’s

As it gives the right to pronounce, that 2222’s is something like a beginning mistake

Of forgiving your Parents and then giving them Hugs and Kisses

As the parents were given a tremendous act of Purity

So should your Enemies of Illusions

As to conclude that this life is over after Death

Is only in your Mind

We live and die all at the same time as we live

No need not to confuse anything, but especially words

As these, do not mean a thing

All this means is that there is no escape Outside Oneself

Look within and realize we have nothingness to grasp of our selfishness

Thanks You,

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

Free Flowing Form

Extravagant mastery is depressing and savoring all the disasters

It’s a depression rolled into an assassination technique

That progresses deep into the core of your heart beat

It is a cold hurricane dependency on being alive

Above the headless lamp of thy light onto your paper scribbled eyes

Its drawn around your seventh chakra and opened up to decrease your mixture

It is progressing to depend on something formally subconscious

Yet, degrees spit in fire of burning Satan’s death

It is like something that eats you up and grows in the back of your mind

Formally and unconvincingly, unrecognizable, yet determined to exist in an illusion of Dreams

A taste of enchanting sweetness upon your lips is something to be untouched, but imagined

Words like these do not come to confuse, but to define the stand of one’s mind

It speaks through lunacy of entities that make me be the main Channeler of bravery

I rehash the pointless chatter of repeated stanzas above my third eye

But continue asking no questions

No need to run away or try to escape

These words come even when your consciousness left this limited density

They gravitate even when you move down or above into the other dimensions.

 

 

I speak in tongues and let my body loose

It overtakes me and sometimes let’s me observe the parties conversations

And did I mention that I am in control at all times

As my mind is creating an illusion to step in and out of this dismay

I line up the target

And then prepare to bomb it

Not on a physical construed power trip

But by dismembering all hateful thoughts that come into my view

My environment disqualifies me to be on a simple power of love connection

I do not mind it at times, as it could be re-energized are re applied

So that the glove will fit my soul at a later due date

I realize that my individuality is built from all types of characteristics

My personality is extinct as it exist in our areas of everyone’s mind but mine

I did not dream this scenario up; I just know that this is how it is at times…

 

 

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

Shunryu Suzuki: Beginner's Mind

Dealing With Demons- A Lama Marut

Something Came

Something eradicated the passing of a better tomorrow

But never ceased to exist in the name of a better today

Confusion overlapped into my lap as a dance of shining butterflies

But never escaped fast enough.

 

It existed for longer than known to me and you

It was something like mark of question marks that came

Into ones view

Something particularly clean

Yet, gently un-watered and not cleaned up

Nor sprayed down with anti-matter of losing sleep

 

Seeping into flowers of delight

I held my head high

Above the rest of a disgust

Something peculiar

Shined my way

I awoke from lobotomy of my dreams

That preyed on the falling sky sounds of heat

To something marvellous, that came into my window

And into my heart

This one night.

Tocharians: Bringers of Buddhism

Ancient Greek and Chinese historians had long referenced a unique cultural and ethnic group with red or blonde hair and blue eyes since the 3rd century BCE, that settled Afghanistan and forged a vibrant Buddhist empire that spread Buddhism to much of the the world through China and India.

Mysterious 4,000-year-old mummies in the deserts of China with "white Europoid" features and clothing, Aryan Proto-Indo-European/Iranian