Spiritual Disembowelment

I see immortal animals
strolling anxiously through the nights:
their hooves sunk in dump
their horns tangled in plastic bags

entwined in endless deficit, eternal hunger
drives us towards the better half of what we truly are
unborn to perfection, cast into oblivion
ascending towards divinity in monotonous pace

why fight, why strive, why make strife?
our very being is bound to unfolding path
yet illusion makes you push and feat
against imaginary inner fiends

spinning in the vortex of lawful chaos
sheer energies clot shaping forms
trees rise, blood rushes, lava boils,
lush unspeakable creation emerge

behold the unity and perfection
observe and merge with the universe
we arise from and live in it, our mother,
in which, ultimately, we shall dissipate