flokati.
on my own carpet of life

livin’ in the block of human constraints
I constantly think
of the greatest comfort I could get
from this life, if I only deserved it
*
to walk on a flokati floral fantasy
in my own cottagecore imagery
filled with rustic décor and traditional handicrafts
surrounded by the Leach Pottery
*
I will inhale a rural lifestyle in its full blossom
as I used to imagine it whilst shapin’
my life durin’ the course
of too many false starts
*
but I promised myself that this time
it will be different, since I started
usin’ the correct vajra (method)
on the way to the bell (wisdom) gained
*
only by bein’ skilled in thunderbolt weapon
destroyin’ internal and external enemies
eliminatin’ greed, ignorance, cruelty
on the way to enlightenment
*
with a diamond in my heart, mind, and body
symbolisin’ the emancipation of my soul
awakenin’ of indestructible forces
with a vajra in the right hand and a bell in the left
*
the five vajra prongs possess five wisdoms achieved
through the transcendence of the five kleshas
that is delusion, anger, greed, pride, and envy
to magnify the meanin’ of emptiness
*
as the nature of all things
it’s empty like the sound of a bell
aware of this, we are away from attachment and aversion
signifyin’ freedom from true and innate existence
*
I want to feel it whilst strollin’ on the perse carpet
bird chirpin’ constitutin’ my only music
distanced from all the gens du monde
tryin’ to force their power on me
*
when the only bliss I can rely on
it is prepared with krumkake in my kitchen
accordin’ to tradition
to create a positively charged muon
*
rapidly risin’ in power
207 times greater than the electron
unstable, yet once charged
able to pass through any matter
*
from cosmic rays smashed with Earth’s particles
through gigantic volcanoes and the Egyptian pyramids
inhabitin’ all kinds of substances
on the way to genuine life comfort
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September 2022
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About the Creator
Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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