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You carry the thread of red sentiment, a cord bleeding.
Each Volta you make is measured by its expanse,
and the walls elicit remembrance of the hurt,
reflecting your possessed pastel face.
This passage is not a labyrinth of pebbles,
but one of piercing rumors and cob-webbed roots,
and every step you take, you are drawn in place.
The features you embrace are impotent here,
sketched with ancient haunts and a legend of what was spoken for.
It is a point, not a principle.
The only winning way to move is not ahead, but to fall,
to the heart of the Minotaur that plagues your caverns,
the one you posit and feed with resentful meals.
Pardon is not the killing of the beast,
but the loosening of the blood.
It is the preference to look away from the features,
to feel the phantom weight lift from your embodiment.
It is the deed of offering that red cord an absolute, genteel tug,
not to drag them back, but to appoint yourself free.
And then, in the quiet of the freed realm,
you can listen to the fiction of a novel path.
Not a way alfresco, but a way through adagio,
where the walls dissolve into a horizon of spectral light,
and the labyrinth itself becomes a garden grown with gratuity, of staying alive,
for that is the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering, is to forgive.
Where would I go
if not right here with little to show,
while at my laptop pondering the view.
Sometimes, I get so busily obsessed
with by want of writing I am possessed,
so oblivious of nature that I forget to see.
The world outside my window
filled with life and song not innuendo
and a garden growing fast before too long.
If life overtakes me I would be forever in regret
I missed the wonders of a songbird's quintet
that disappears and fades as the day progressed.
But blessed I am by some inner call
that begs me look and enjoy the beauty of it all
from the garden growing in the timeline of my life.
So for the moment, however brief
walk the garden, breathe, smell the roses like a thief
as time passes and may never be caught again.
Splashed an incident from my psyche all off a sudden ...
which was submerged deep in my sub-conscious mind.
Let me apprise you a short memoir of my past~
I was studying in school exactly a decade ago..
during which I had to witness the death of my graceful neighbour
who possessed one boy and a girl baby.
She killed herself without brooding
on her little children's future.
Why the hell did she commit suicide?!
What could be the reason?!
were all the damn introspection racing
in my whimpering brain.
I couldn't watch as her husband and children sobbed in pain.
I was helpless; Neither anyone present over there.
I could divert the tiny ones by just playing with them ..
So innocent they were to realise their mom was dead.
I was furious at the beginning for her foolish decision,
but later was curious to detect the reason behind it.
In a few days..,
My family intended to vacate the house due to the
break down & sleepless nights,
we moved on to a different colony.
But untill now I didn't hear any news on that.
It remains mysterious.
Strange was her act.!!
3-6-2020
~DEEPA~
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Indulgence seldom seems a disease,
Cravings and fear to lose always is.
A monk need notso rid
Save cleavings, good old greed,
Enjoy all blessings as heaven’s bliss.
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Once Osho was asked about his fleet of Rolls Royce sedans he possessed. Why would a spiritual being like him need such material luxuries? He posed: if you have an expensive car such as this and someone carelessly damaged it. How would you feel? The response was: One would feel upset and agitated.
Osho: Therein dwells the difference. Even if I were to wake up tomorrow to find that the entire fleet is missing, it would not matter one bit to me. Indulgence is no disease, attachment is.
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Reflections | 07.07.15 |
Great wilderness survivor skills are possessed by he,
but even so called experts screw up occasionally,
and so one evening he retired to the solace of his tent.
What followed afterward was most certainly a horrific event.
He awoke to find himself pinned down by a huge grizzly's paws
looking straight down the throat of the grizzly's huge massive jaws.
He carelessly went to sleep with food crumbs left on him.
It was the scent of these crumbs, not he, that attracted the bear to him.
He could not control his fear and the bear smelled it all over him.
When a bear smells fear it smells "My next prey victim."
The bear's entire massive weight then collapsed on top of him,
vibrating and uncontrollably spasming.
The bear's massive weight kept him beneath and helplessly pinned.
All the while he felt as if electricity was flowing all within him.
The bear stopped moving and went still suddenly.
It took all of his strength to push the bear's massive weight off of he.
You can imagine his relief but dismay when he managed to struggle to his feet
to discover that the bear was still breathing but unconscious or asleep
so he immediately proceeded to climb high up the closest tree.
The bear awoke and went on its way, confused as to what just happened there.
Wilderness Survival Rule # 1.
Never Be Without Your Standard Police Issued 100,000 Volt Taser.
You Never Know When You'll Have To Taser A Bear.
My name is Robert Wilkinson,
I work for the space agency,
monitoring ongoing missions,
ensuring everything runs smoothly.
I know you have many questions,
and I hope I can answer them well,
but some have asked why Professor Johns
recently went and killed himself.
I’ll explain the circumstances,
but warn, it’s a very sad tale,
born out of his greatest success…
but sadly, all our ‘wisdom’ failed.
See we’ve always had a problem
with computers on our space probes,
good as they are, they don’t know half
of what any old human knows.
They’re not great at improvising,
making decisions on the spot,
and sending signals is so slow…
the speed of light is so much rot!
We often say what we would do
if we were way out there in space,
but bureaucracy bogs us down,
manned missions move at glacial pace.
Everybody afraid of being sued,
terrified something will go wrong...
at this rate it’ll be a thousand years
until we’re up there, where we belong.
But then Professor Johns came up
with a thought that appeared insane,
to make a one-to-one copy
of the basic human brain.
We laughed when we heard his idea,
but he paid no heed to the jeers,
then Johns took a sabbatical,
was gone for the whole of a year.
When he returned he had a box,
what was in it, we had to know,
then he took out a metal brain,
and said,”Boys, say hi to Techno.”
We discovered he’d scanned his brain,
then 3-d printed a copy,
built out of nanoprocessors,
cutting-edge technology.
And when he plugged the strange thing in
we all got the shock of our lives,
an innocent boy’s voice came out
and said,”It’s nice to meet you guys!”
That was how we all met Techno,
who brought such changes to our work,
we now possessed a true A.I.
unlike anything on this Earth.
He was exact, like a computer,
but as flexible as a man,
with a child’s yearning to know,
very soon all of us were fans.
And after two years of testing
we put Techno in a space probe,
he was excited for the chance,
to see all the places he’d go.
Armed with nearly human judgment,
he’d need no program to restrict,
we waited to see what he’d make
of space, and planets fantastic...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
upon one or other posterior cheeks
of ma bony derriere no lie,
the sharp pain of the needle
stoically I bore, while my
thoughts adrift upon cerebral raft
of mental weaknesses de nigh
yule lovely bones epitomized
by refusal to eat -
no hands could pry
jaws of death clutched stranglehold
on life without bing shy,
heavily impinged ability
to function, and fatigued
when aye did try
to exert myself even minimally,
and now wonder why....
An accomplice devilishly game
more dishabille coaxing
than any bon mot
inside Kapellmeister Matthew Scott
possessed upper hand.
lack of will power
to expunge did rot
exhausting cerebral dual
nihilistic paradigm plagued
ever since a tot.
Mindset robbed positive growth
development locked with lost weight
indifference affected gamut of other persons
ambition to terminate tender teen
dominated, wrought asunder
aim toward deadly state
impinged witnessing barely squeaking
thru majority grades rate
to fail paid poor dividends reaped
Absent perseverance found pate
never sought academic support,
hence high school diploma hate
to acknowledge, when
no effort made plus spectral
of near invisibility
did NEVER steal a kiss nor date.
Thus an attempt for companionship
(even if limited to online realm
reasonable rhyme I tried to create
also cathartic, holistic, and therapeutic
courtesy linkedin words
mental anguish I alleviate.
*Image of Landscapes by Giphy.
Plantae I
I lie in my earthly womb
Unflowered cribbed in my ultimate bed
Bared to the encountering elements
Trifles steep their enriched parts
Distinct rain their confidences
Exert savored energies
A nourishing obligates
'Neath the weight of my girth
I sprout
Embedded toes stabilizing
Feverishly spreading, a flourishing site,
Unfathomable stretches, probing in growth,
Neath the weight of me to the sight of my being,
Whence the sense of my essence takes a peak,
E'er so slightly, I oft rise and slowly unsheath,
My shallow blade, by and by, will mightily survive the descent of me,
As I surrendered poking further,
Abandoned to the cares of this earth,
I yield myself purposefully pulling incessantly,
Lowly, a humble worth,
A petite verdant clothed insignificant am I,
Yet I spring forth the breadth of life, a stillness via inches, reveals,
Offerings bestowed freely, subtle trades, being accordingly,
An opportune enrichment as a component of this world,
The ingenious extent throughout my presence,
Expose a unique character in the design of me,
Sharing my children via the virtuous elements upon their calls of me,
Whereby, validating my species assuredness,
Forever in a day undressing my colors fully for passing eyes to favor,
The colorfulness, an artistic compromise as personas are expressed,
Unprotected as a seasonal passage occupies the conquest of time,
We bare ourselves in subjugated humility,
Of a short-lived consequence,
Our age foretold, ringed in our statuesque frame, ingrained within,
Announces a withering, one of many,
Spacial spatterings of a species, a forest, in global respect,
Nevertheless, a cessation that was long-addressed,
Paves anew, as chartreuse blades, diminutive in stature,
Outcrops a foundation previously possessed,
Its former tenant, tis save a legacy,
Notwithstanding, on the greatest of scales,
A similar fate awaits this world,
For now, be it a novel.
2020 February 24
11/20/19
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
In the rain I stand
pressed against your window glass,
warm and cold the liquid runs
where my tears mingle.
Do you see me here
longing for the warmth,
the embers stirred to flame
lighting the room
where she sits beside you,
appearing self possessed and free,
a fake-smiling mannequin of me?
Why can't I turn away,
walk out of this self barred prison
into another, happier landscape?
Weeping wallflower, trembling, naked soul . . .
the jagged flashes push me closer,
bright hot lightening bolts of fear
flattening me against your wall.
Copyright, September 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson