The skies above are clear of human hate,
They don't know temples, churches, or mosque gate.
The birds that fly from branch to foreign land ,
Don't carry holy wars inside their hand.
They sing one song, a language of the wind,
Their faith is in the worms they hope to find.
No borders etched in prayer to keep them bound,
No dogma in the nesting spots they've found.
We split the earth with concepts of our soul,
Then turn on brothers, breaking every whole.
But if the sky had chosen sides to keep,
Its clouds would split, and even stars would weep.
If feathers had a colour , creed or name,
The air we breathe would surely burst to flame.
No gentle rain would nurture life from seed,
But drops of red to satisfy our greed.
A final, bloody from clouds above,
Proving our God is surely not just Love.1
seductive poses
sensing ripples on my lake
blood in the water
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At first the Light was overwhelming,
no sense of self was found there dwelling,
no sense of end, and no beginning,
bright whirls only of endless spinning.
Gradually, a sense of self returned,
unscathed, unbounded, unburned.
Together with the Light it churned,
and both were one when we returned.
And now, neither one domineering,
and neither one found interfering,
we, blended as one, are pioneering
the blissful future we are steering.
Find beauty
in winter as in summer.
Seek the teachings
In all circumstances.
In sickness and in health,
Yeah, like those wedding vows.
There is no judgment
in true unconditional love.
Acceptance of the totality.
Break the walls of the ego
that separate us.
Real lovers open both arms.
It will not be easy;
we have been programmed
towards separation
and not integration.
Love is appreciation.
for what it is.
To love the rose with its thorns.
Let's stop being half lovers.
Inspirational sparks flare
~Rise~
Developing creative integration from fire
Exist in another reality
place of fantasy and truth
frequently converge
a strong spirit is born.
Unbearable pain,
while aiming for the goal
persistently press on.
Look for heroism.
Keep fighting off disapproval,
trudge aimlessly through the twilight
a firm belief in finding light.
Don't squander your time on wistfulness,
or increased anxiety
remorseless endurance.
Perhaps graced by God's glory.
When you're almost there,
rhythmic beating of the heart starts
magic enchants the air
constantly cruising at a high speed.
I pray for your success.
Written: January 12, 2023
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she’s the anorexic vampire
just can’t stand the sight of gore
and she’d rather starve to oblivion
than bite necks any more
she’s resigned to a long hunger
she won’t be holding her breath
for when you are a near immortal
it takes eons to starve to death
she has an ethereal beauty
almost transparent in her look
she’d grace a glossy cover of
any monthly ladies book
she could wear the latest fashions
become a cat walk queen
an ultra slim clothes horse
thin as you’ve ever seen
her story has a happy ending
for after lots of confusion
she topped the waiting list
for a monthly blood transfusion
and she graces tv chat shows
in the wee small hours of the night
just so long as she’s back in coffin
before first morning light
she’s the anorexic vampire
though only we know
in line for discussions
for her own tv show
but she’s not really bothered
doesn’t honestly give a heck
just so long as never ever
need bite another neck
Three camels and
A whore
Worked the desert
In the heat of the midday sun
Tanned and sinewy
Plying their trade
Sleeping in
the chill when done
Transporting goods
Or transporting men
To them it was all the same
Never looking for more
Than the minimum wage
For something,or someone
To blame
Taking it all upon themselves
the weight of the world as a song
Carrying the sins or the goods therein
they solemnly plodded along
Sing that hearty song;
Before forgetting the verse
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Integrate this flowery life;
Before the corpse decays
Let it be enlightened
In the light of the everlasting sun
Say- love you
Before the departure of the life sun
Let's dance at the estuary of coition
In the rejoicing happiness of creation
-17.11.2020 Chittagong
BLACKWHITE
BLACWKHITE
BLAWCHKITE
BLWAHCIKTE
BWLHAICTKE
WBHLIATCEK
WHBILTAECK
WHIBTLEAKC
WHITBELKAC
WHITEBLACK
Gazing to their beloved sky,
I noticed its color, same as mine.
Yet, I’m not touched,
By their stars.
For it showed me not,
How bright they are.
They thought, and they think…
And will always be---them.
In their minds---they are gods;
I live here, so, I thought I am god, too.
I acted…
Exactly, like them, the gods.
We’ve dreamt together, but
My dreams, only, faded in vain.
They’re fearless, at all;
My fear, still, within me.
I did gaze to this new sky;
Yet, the land didn’t welcome me.
I stopped living like them,
‘Cos I realized I’m not a god.
I acted like the old me,
As the time passed by,
These gods learned…
To embrace my gentle soul, at last!
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