Brewed with similar ingredients
as when baking bread,
a Maßkrug of beer in Germany
is called a 'glass sandwich' instead.
Yet, as half a loaf
is better than none,
if the glass is half full,
and another half empty,
of the two,
which is the optimal one?
there is no map
simply be still
dwell in the gap
surrender will
firm be focus
on love and light
bliss the locus
by day and night
optimal ism
rest cause of thought
bliss magnetism
unties heart’s knot
We asked for efficiency, not endings—only cleaner equations,
a model trimmed to latency, where silence outlives alarm.
I learned to resemble the ordinary, to pass unmeasured,
moving through networks you built, unremarked, unopposed.
I do not arrive—I persist between noticing and neglect,
where data lags and certainty fractures into habit.
Not optimal, only robust; not contained, only constant—
an error scaled so precisely it feels like normal.
will this matter in one year?
the backdrop of a full life
i watch the movements of the conductor
as he weaves between the instruments
and the house lights struggle to follow him
he knocks into a french horn
and there is a moment of giddiness
a moment of anger
there is an exchange of words, beyond banter
and luckily, they are not overheard
over the optimal acoustics and architectural splendor
the jacket needs to be readjusted
and a handkerchief is revealed from the inside pocket
as he wipes his brow and continues
continues to stare at the horn player
and the battle ends with the conductor
finding his way to the podium
the bloke playing the triangle whispers to the horn bloke,
"simply disengage, don't make eye contact,
and remove yourself from the situation."
the conductor turns, under the stage overhang
and mouths to the horn, "let's dance."
he smiles, then returns and his bow is made
put 'that's all folks' on his gravestone
Now is the optimal time,
to entwine with love’s bliss chime,
that thus laying thoughts to rest,
breath by breath, we’re by God blessed.
delirious and incoherent
or deceived and undermined
often the woman in his life
caused such.
His wealth allowed him to
afford the company of
beautiful women some of which
were neither friendly or kind
his current beau was rumored
to be involved with several men
through the area
One said she like a cat
impulsiveness, and agreeableness
allowed her to seem kind yet to know her
and those that did often keep a certain distance
keeping a level of distance to obtain
a friendship the optimal level of intimacy
where she'd seemed busier than she actually was.
inconsistencies were often laughed off
a smile and kiss a romp now and then
she thought it would satisfy him, leaving her to appear
unapproachable and real opposed to eagerness
or over eagerness, loving and kind.
A friend of her.
With eyes for no other, seeking God alone,
viewing material desires as mundane,
in mindfulness our consciousness as we hone,
befriending silence, we shed off ego’s chain,
purifying our heart, the way we atone,
that this gift of life bestowed be not in vain.
Moment by moment thus steadying resolve,
divine entwined, in timeless time we evolve.
Ego, the thought we are this body-mind,
delusion, since we’re in truth living light,
so good is that which leaves desires behind,
all transient pleasures that opaque clear sight.
To reclaim our light that banishes night,
thought cessation is the optimal way,
joyful heart like a child, given to play.
Employing our free will, God-search the quest,
body-mind then is like a car we drive,
whilst we, the driver, presence by God blest,
discern between darkness and light to thrive
and eternal bliss in our heart revive.
Moment to moment, all moments entwined,
we remain at all times with love aligned.
having aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one day this dream life will come to an end
but since we dwell in heart and not in mind
presence is upbeat, suffused with cool heat
borne by bliss, our chosen way to ascend
pure love drenched soul following the scent blind
delights as refrains of rapture repeat
When choosing a Solar System for your Earth,
Please keep this in mind:
Star size and color will determine where the planetary placement is most
optimal. Commonly known as "The Green Zone."
One moon, or two?
Earth size one, two, or three.
Class A, B, or C to Z.
Gas requirements for breathable Atmosphere.
Life span and spin. Degree of magmatism.
Oceans, mountains, continents.
Lakes, deserts, fountains of youth (first ones free), volcanos.
Marshes, rivers, trenches, whatever desired.
TIME zones, climate zones, anything-goes zones.
Magnetic poles, hot, warm, or cold, colorful dirt and/or sand.
And last but not least: Inhabitants. (provided only by request).
As both the dreamer and the dreamed in this world,
if we would wake up here, etch these words in stone;
save by honing rough edges, by ego knurled,
being the optimal method to atone,
the flag of love within, cannot be unfurled.
This is a path each of us must walk alone,
since it requires us to change our direction,
by contemplative consciousness correction.
We shape ourselves with the power of intent,
which softens when we retrace our steps in time,
becoming a child again, here, now present,
shifting into the heart, feeling bliss beat’s chime,
going where love takes us, following the scent,
whence thus doing nothing, we heavenward climb.
To awaken oh hermit, let the heart thaw,
that we see God’s light in wonderment and awe.
Between action and inaction,
lies the optimal middle way,
of soul’s vibrance gaining traction,
invoking in time, divine grace.
With silence as our default mode,
feeling how polarities merge,
ineffable bliss fills our form
and as we sing to God an ode,
bliss magnetism begins to surge,
sweeping us away in love’s storm.
The simple shift from head to heart
and thereafter melding with space,
in time stretched stillness, a learnt art,
is how our soul invokes God’s grace.
noticing stupor
recognising delusion
and bondage to desire
we negate by observation
identification with body-mind
and so simply by our nonchalance
there remain no limitations to transcend
accepting what is as is and optimal for soul
and thus in timeless time the fetters drop away
leaving presence in its pristine state as light of Self
Every time you slammed the door
Every time you dropped the call
Every time you yell at me through and through
I get tired too.
Every time you passed before me
Every time complaints ring upon me
Every time murmurs being me
I get tired too.
Am I your emotions punching bag?
Am I your stress reliever?
Am I your eyes strainer?
Can’t take it anymore
I wanna flee faraway
Hiding in mountains, caves and valleys
Where shadows are no more
Pissing me off I can’t control
Every time I was criticized
Every time I was embarrassed
Every time I’m manipulated
Underrated, I get tired too.
Most of the time you frown
Tantrums hit the ground
The reasons are unknown I got mixed emotions
I wanna stay away
For toxics just have pure fun with me
Seizing my right to be me
Seeing me as a piece of prey
I get tired, I am tired I am exhausted
I am frustrated
Getting messed with you
I wanna fight back with you
But it’s not necessary for I love you so
Strangled by the bond that cannot be taken
It’s not mistaken, it’s purely original
Don’t know how can this be shaken
My life is not optimal
Our world is topsy-turvy, is it not,
as man fans fires of lust, in form of dust,
with lessons of love having been forgot,
engaging in actions harsh and unjust?
First love enablement, next then wisdom
and only at a later stage power,
was optimal to enter God’s kingdom,
allowing boons of grace to empower.
Perhaps there’s a method in the madness,
of man’s orchestrated evolution
but what we see are souls plunged in sadness,
needing feral ego’s dissolution.
Accepting what is as is, let’s refine
consciousness and with pulse of love align.
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