My Essence

Seven lines of divine instruction that I dare not
amalgamate/intertwine with corrupt carnal swine.

Especially if I've been initiated, there-by enabled to
read in between the lines, piercing multiple veils-
used to obscure and confine; to further perpetuate
neo-oppression by design.

To cross the borderline, at will, means that I can
fast forward and/or rewind, through the mirages of time,
disclosing with clear conceptions; the esoteric meanings
of any given symbol/sign.

Reflecting that I had to mastermind to become a master-mind,
detaching from all that disaster-bind, lives suppressed
as that cat with only nine; in the thick of war- I combat
thoughts that travel the spine.

Djinn that ascend/descend, awaiting for me to completely
befriend, unlike vanguards that frontline-defend.

Where must I begin, on how I allow them to pretend, at the
essence of my being- holy of holies- modern day Mecca a.k.a.
Garden of Eden; my holy day Friday at the inception of the weekend.

Representing originally, prior to flesh- I was a spiritual vegan, before I
was bestowed the opportunity for my lower-self to be breeding.

Within any given moment, which I am feeding?

Through biological death-
commonly known as flesh, is God or the Ibis speaking?

Right or left paths engulfed in darkness; will I seek the neutral beacon?

As my ancestor of olé who adhered to celestial guidance, of the twelve
mansions- upon which possessed its own dekan; eons before any
Roman Church outbreak- with preaching.