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10. “I, the One only, am all this, beyond space and continuous. How can I see the Self as visible or hidden?”
11. “Thus you are One. Why then do you not understand -
that you are the unchangeable One, equally perceived in all?
O mighty One, how can you, who are ever-shining, unrestricted, think of day and night?”
we are containerised in form
and hemmed in by space-time
yet deep within cave of our heart
resounds God’s sublime bliss chime
we tip toe in therein in staid silence
bereft of thought our eye is single
undifferentiated is awareness
as bliss pheromones mingle
all manifestations disappear
we peer through the pores space
light of Self renews itself within itself
truth is known by benediction of grace
in truth the false that died never was
the ego is but an earth life interface
all that is is but light of Self alone
holding reflections in embrace
The Stupid Thing About Love
It’s a little bit stupid when you just laugh.
Fly with clouds and just wish to die.
Thinking it’s odd to act like 16,
Too much old for a stupid thing called love.
Exactly know what the hell is going on,
Denying things and just pretend to move on.
That’s what they called stupidity.
You just play the coaster with a strange entity.
Just to see the fact that others are laughing,
See yourself crazy when he is coming.
All it matters is you see him smiling,
Though he wears grey or blue,
He is just as perfectly nothing…
Start to daydream in a fantasy land,
Think you’re a psycho but you’re madly in love.
Adrenaline yells when he did something good
Is he the man in your moon?
Or the man in an unclear drizzled window?
Quite unsure what’s going to happen?
This love is a risk like you’re gambling for something.
Just to escape the reality that he likes her.
Pretend that he’s yours even in your false dreams
No one could take it…
Cause’ you just had it.
Those who believe analogically divine beauty,
like dipolar co-arising symmetry
between polyvagal referee
and polynomial referent,
emerges from a humane ecological truth story
too often forget both positive
and not negative oppositional bipolarity
co-binary principles
of dialogical true and false,
like truly false subjective referees
analyzing falsely true objective referents,
and appositionally vice versa
could not co-emerge bilateral
integrity between dancer and dance
human regenerator and divine regeneration
ecologist and ecological relationship
analyst and analogical co-relationship
metaphysician and physical relationship
without our
experience of ecologically co-operative synergy
evolving
analogically elegant integrity
and therefore dialectically appositional logic
of co-evolving neurosystemically humane referees
and ecosystemically divine referents
in a co-binary +1/-(-0) biometric win/win system
Reincarnating
bilateral co-intelligence of analogical trust
in polyculturally divine physical dances
multiculturally climaxing humane metaphysical dancers
recreating ecologically healthy referent
and analogically wealthy referee
win/win communication stories
Most elegantly poignant for
those who believe analogically divine beauty
emerges from a humane ecological truth story,
as I most polymathically do.
Between now and then, a timeless longing is born,
A place where the heart sings its straight lines,
Neither today nor tomorrow, just a suspended moment,
A secret bridge between life and death, unengaged.
In the veil of silence, red quietness hides,
A place where presence or absence is but a shadow,
I wish to be swallowed by space, yet not be part of it,
To breathe in a vacuum, to rest in flames and empty fires.
Life, a static marathon, where victory is a second lap,
And perhaps, with luck, another will follow again,
I'm tired, my limbs are heavy, my soul rusted,
Defeated by existence, this infection dominates my entire being.
The body I thought was home, now my prison,
My tongue filters thoughts, hands applaud stolen speeches,
Feet follow the path of false prophets,
I don't want to leave this earth, but living demands sacrifices,
And, you see, I have chosen to live.
Just as a mountain, with its ancient, stony heart, does not try to be a shifting dune or a winding river, but stands in its own immense truth, so must the self stand in its own immutable nature.
It does not mimic the gentle slope of the foothills, nor envy the ocean’s fleeting tides. It is simply itself, forged of its own earth and rock, with a single purpose: to endure.
And just as the mountain’s shadow must fall, so does sincerity follow from this internal truth. The mountain, honest to its very core, casts a shadow that is an unfailing reflection of its own form.
The shadow does not lie; it cannot be false to the mountain, for it is born of the mountain’s very existence. In the same way, the shadow of a true self—our character, our deeds—must be an honest projection of our inner nature, impossible to betray.
So too does the mountain’s honesty reveal itself to the surrounding valley. The valley does not question the mountain’s silence or its unyielding strength, for it understands that this is the mountain’s true state of being.
The rivers that carve its face and the trees that cling to its soil learn its boundaries and its seasons, and they grow accordingly. There is no deceit, no shifting foundation, only the certainty of what is.
In this way, all who interact with the mountain know its reliable truth. To thine own self be true, and your shadow will never mislead; others will learn to trust the mountain’s steadfast presence, and it must follow, as the night the day, that you cannot be false to any man.
I am dead, and gone to rest in heavens.
Gone to where people that Cheeriest me lives,
Why are you worried about me now?
I lived only in the eyes, you used to see me; not in your heart.
Dying from your midst, and living in my heavens,
makes me happier.
Until souls knows that I came for them, offered myself priceless.
The earth, and the people therein never wants me to dwell much longer on earth.
Truth, come back, come back, Truth.
Your absence makes people disregard the Supreme being.
The day you chose lies, and false living, you killed me.
I am dead in your heart. I am dead in your appearance. I am dead in your home.
I prefer death than to live, and to see you killing me from all hearts on the earth.
Weep not for me but for yourself;
the false; lies you chose, and loved; than me. Soon, whip you hard.
You never valued, and loved me; but I do.
Truth, the day you died, the earth dies. Your followers are yelling for your return.
To stop evil from living in our hearts.
Who will ascend into the hill top of happiness?
Or who will pay the price for my return to the earth?
The faithful tell lies, live a falsehood life;
Those who have a clean hand and a pure heart; will ascend into the hill top, and
they shall find happiness.
I am dead in all flesh, I am dead in thinking; I am dead both in your body, and your spirit.
Nobody think about my existence, but their falsehood life.
You can ignore me, kill me, and treat me as you would like;
Of what use is Truth to you? When your heart is blind and unwilling to accept me.
You all shall meet me on judgement seat.
There, I will introduce myself.
Among other things...
don't forget to call me...
when you arrive in Rome, Italy;
hold my picture very closely!
Beautiful Italian boys
will steal your innocence on the spot;
they know the secret to attraction:
sweet words and tender looks,
and they woudn't care whom they hurt...
it's all in their inborn passion!
Among other things...
hang my lucky charm around your neck,
don't leave it somewhere else when you wake;
it's more than a promise when someone is faithful,
and resist all the temptations with a call:
love's reached without wings!
Be only touched with trueness,
ignore that instant sensation,
because they all promise gratification
by recognizing the signs of loneliness;
keep fighting it off with your fist,
and tell yourself, " It won't last! "
Among other things...
hold true to your feeling as fond as care,
don't lose something,so precious and rare,
for an intimate hour that'll go to waste;
it's better to taste nothing
than a false sweetness!
Am not alone
She is with me all time
She showed me the way
Of life
She speak to me all
Time
Within her universe
Is The light of life
That Shines to my soul
She protect me from
Every evil harms of this world
She pamper me with
Her sweet air of life
Am not alone
Life is good
For she never fail
To amaze me
Am full of her power
her revelation
Is so great
My soul is holy
With her mysteries
Of truth
Am not alone
Doe I walk through
The valley and
Shadows of man
Made illusion
She guides my soul
With her wisdom
Am never by myself
In this struggle of life
Am not alone
Once I was lost
Searching for an
Illusion I thought
Was the best
Then life was too fast
On me
Then I lived with
A false system
Then I was empty
But not until
She came my way
And now my life
Is full with joy
Am not alone
She remains unseen
But here presence
Is for ever with me
I feel it all the time
Am not alone
She drives me with here
Morals
Now I write a rare truth
She show me her vision
Now I can speak a rare truth
She took me upon to her
Hills of positivity
Now I can sing with a
Deferent voice of freedom
She took me high
To the clouds of spirituality
Now i can fly like an eagle
Am not alone
I believe in nature
I believe in love
I Obey her principles
Through this
Am not alone
Mid day,
so tired and barely awake could i stay
I laid down the dog upon my lap
and together we took a brief nap.
Quick asleep I fell
and dreams began to tell
stories like a movie caste
reeled un-clear and tangled from my past.
The old apartment shared in town
but in the dream as now
you no longer anywhere around.
What faulty memories contrived
the moments you were at my side
to recall confusing thoughts of what was from what is
separating the how and why what was mine and his.
A parade of endless wandering in dreams
slipped and raced with names in misplaced streams
of conscious ponderings no longer real
demanding we hide everything we feel.
The ringing of the phone jolts the mind
stealing the dreams we once longed to find
perhaps the false reality was more kind.
Wide awake I wander down the hall
alone making coffee to erase the pall
but nothing brings me back to earlier times
wherein we shared love and a glass of wine.
Too late the passing of the day
to reconnect kinder words to say
and reignite the love that now is lost
glad to have paid its cost.
Settling in the reclining chair
I scan the room and swear I see you there
your ghost and I such a bonded pair.
as thoughts and ideas
MELDED
and experiences
define the perimeters
so my expectations
took form
to shape my decisions
GLISTENING
like oil on water –
a kaleidoscope
of possibilities …
when memories
S W I R L
finding a new truth –
my epiphany
flowing over
river s.t.o.n.e.s
worn smooth
by norms
yet
glistening with f l u I d d a w n s …
GATHERING
the past
in a m…i…s…t…y shawl
it comforts the future –
PROPITIATING
twilight sprites
discarding a false dusk …
guided by the light of iNyanga*
we define ourselves
amongst the many dawns
we shape
revealing truth…