Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

30 August 2017

Everywhen



The reality of truth,
to go inside your mind,
to be nothing and all.
Earth rover, the vessel of consciousness.
Nothing is a must,
nothingness the foundation of a deeper more profound core understanding,
leading the way up above and down under,
out and beyond.
As Life is death is life,
as rotting matter giving life to a seeking seed.
Fermentation,
transmuting base metals into the most pure,
letting you,
as a tree grow,
into one.
Becoming the woods,
one mass under the stars,
the one rooted in all.

All is one, nothing is all is one

Salt of the earth,
Peacock tail demon spirit flowing free without worries.
Solitude sits well with you,
a meager meal for a hungrier mind,
filling you up as the years goes by.
Feeding on visions and experiences,
past and present.
One by one the transition moves forward towards everywhen.
Small cracks in humble materials showing a reality forgotten by generations.
Look at me now,
standing alone on the beach,
in the forest,
on a mountain top.
Dissolved and coagulating into one material,
without an ego,
transparent.
Look at me now.


The negativity of your ego has no place near me and my sacred space, I will hurt you as a vessel of meat and bone, I will love you as the spirit that you are.









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