As I watched Lana watching Ange, Jandi, and Kitty—who seemed to just appear before Lana, seemingly seducing her before my very eyes—I didn’t realize I was the one who was being seduced as I watched. I kept wondering what Lana was going to do. How was she going to react to the ménage à trois playing out right before her eyes? Ange played the role of master quite effectively, as Jandi and Kitty followed Ange’s every lead and acted on her every whim. Everything happened not just

The quake of awakening shook me through stillness, as if I slept and she lay by my side while I was blindfolded, never knowing she was there all along, where the cosmic power of her beautiful presence ushered in a dawn that I could see even while blindfolded — feeling it without her touch and experiencing bliss even without interacting. My eyes have seen that which is beyond sight. Through an image who vanished, as if she were never there.” From: AlcheMyth Undergr0und

` I see the grieving through the misty haze of suffering in the reflection that I cast. A deluge of tears, pouring down like rain from the I of the storm, relentlessly descending upon me as a pool of sorrow forms. And I consider diving in, to delve deeply concerning the matter, but suddenly my eyes opened, and the psychological torment became tranquility. And the torrential downpour of thoughts slowly abated, turning into the gorgeous dawn of a new day, and I

Lotus on the Cushion Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 As the tide of thoughts flow like a roaring river that dries up, I sit in serene stillness, transcending sensual bliss, extinguishing all desire. A Zen Jog Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 With each step taken, I flow with the wind, Moving with the moment. The Dharma Written by Michael a Gomez August 2nd 2005 Life rises, life falls away, everything changes. From: Tears on a petal Undergr0und_gu

Here and now, in this very moment, I breathe in, I breathe out, as the door swings open, as I am mindful of my every single breath. It's Mara I rise above and conquer desire and death. From: The Resurrection Undergr0und_guru Communications 2026

A petal of a Lotus falls at my feet that are covered like long canoes but with holes. As I walk on, I sink in the quicksand of wet concrete, and the cement is filling the gaping spaces in these long, overtrodden shoes that carry me from day to day in life's quest, which has brought on many sorrows and many joys. And as it dries and hardens, I struggle to pull out of it, but I eventually do. Of course the shoes are stuck in the ground and are now one with the Earth,

It’s as if she appeared out of the sand, like a phantom menace — so young, undeveloped, with measurements that would peak in the years to come. Born in the days of my childhood, and now a delight to my aged eyes, this curious youngling whose image was of innocence — playing a dual role, acting as a decoy and a Queen — while my heart would be captivated by this starlet on the screen. From Where the Heart Is to If We Could Only Be Closer. To a death at birth and the rise of a

How the cross elicits such violence from beyond the reach of heaven’s peaceful realm of mercy, ushering the Christ into the shedding of innocent blood — His blood — from without heaven’s gate. Where an exodus beyond the threshold of divine protection finds the scurrying of feet moving in haste, in abandonment and denial — trying to warm by the fire, but only to be exposed and burned by the truth. To deny Him, as it echoes in the inner chambers of

Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Oh Tara, oh Tara Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Avalokitesvara, Avalokitesvara, Your tear became Compassion. Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, Your tear became Compassion

Bodhisattva, your tear Has Fallen on me. transforming my pain into a sea of tranquility. Bodhisattva, I have drowned in your tear. in release of all ego and fear, loving kindness is here. Bodhisattva, as the water reflects the image I bear. and the reality of all things becomes clear. I have never been more aware. Bodhisattva, underneath my skin, deep within, no more division, only compassion. only compassion, only compassion. UnderGr0und_Guru Communications 2026 From: AlcheM

all the weapons of war could not penetrate one's heart as these 19 monks have. Who would have thought a walk for peace & compassion would be more powerful than a bullet or a violent mob. a conquest, dominance or taking land will never usher in peace because those measures are fear based and is not what brings healing. it is surrender, inner surrender to the truth. It begins within, individually and spreads to the collective. But if we allow our emotions and feelings to govern

As the rainbow bleeds in a winter freeze. there is no peace on these streets of Misery. but a memory of a history where our worst dreams seem to be a new reality, doomed to repeat a duality where animosity and hostility feed the beast in a feast where the Nazis savagely seek out the least of these like the weak and the meek as a prey between their teeth. AlcheMyth UnderGr0und 2032 Undergr0und_guru Communications 2026

Miles from the mountains cave my verse reached her ears that quivered. there candles emit the scent of lost love. The silence of her song was piercing. My words filled the air that was moist and thick like a haze of divine obscurity. The siren in male persona moving in grace. beckoning gunnlod and rousing her into the sacred mist. The airborne words stirred and lured her. as she moves closer to the voice that draws her. Thinking “is this Odin? Has he returned?” “Father, yo

The Blinds are closed, while the faint light of freedom beckons us. As the hummingbird sings outside, But the hum of the air conditioner drowns him out, Keeping the prisoner from hearing emancipation's sweet melody. as Sweltering heat cages us in like death Row convicts about to be fried. But unlike them for us, prison is a lifelong sentence, which is to exist like freemen, but to be enslaved in the mind.

A cloak covers the media's camera lens. Revealing something irrelevant to the truth. All for the purpose of deception and lies. greed, power, a lust for glory and vengeance, pitting Allah's desert nomads against the city slickers of Jesus Christ. in the name of Allah, the beneficent, the merciful. Where is the good and mercy? And in the name of Jesus Christ, where are the saved and anointed? But it's more than religion here. It even goes beyond that. In perpetuated St

The Prequel Written by Michael A Gomez November 6, 2025 “Glimmer reveals shadow beyond perception. her eyes behold the dawn of deception. his wedding ring, burns in the chasm. while pixels & screens induce his orgasm. from Padme to Evey Hammond, to Nina and Lena. to a galaxy far away and V to the grace of a ballerina. the image of her consumed him to the point of annihilation. ushered into the shimmer within, for a total transformation." Refracted Love written by: Michael A G

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When the sedentary moments become sacred, it is the whisper of the divine beckoning you to the stillness in the midst of the chaos swirling about in the mire of your circumstances. Seeming to arrive out of happenstance— or perhaps a spiritual collision of forces seeking to devour the peaceful abode where the glow of your ethereal light emanates. Never ceasing in the attempt of dimming the light within, but ignorant to the reality of the mark of the chosen and the seal of the