Processes
Are sometimes
Disparaged because
There is no
Immediate revelation
Of This..
Until..it seems
The process itself
Is found to be
Already This...
(This is a poem relating to what is called non-duality. As are most others.)
Mystery Tour
We are not all going to the same place
destination is unknown
life determines our route.
01 June 2022
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paths walked through forests
mountain highways twist and bend
routes that lead you home
The paths I walk,
I trace them with my mind...
They are made and remade...
other paths are shortened
for strange reasons
to our judgment...
free paths in which
all pass and repass...
crooked paths are
inventions of men...
the heavenly paths,
are gifts from heaven,
the paths of life and light,
they are works of God!
The paths are,
tests and awards
that we must walk... !
My shoes long worn out now got torn,
Within it rough, rude pebbles meet;
Pricking, poking in some stern tone
Knit-bit of my venturing feet …
Needle-like long pin-pointed thorns,
Pierced my now-dirty, ripped outfit;
Prodding every nerve, muscle, bones,
Thus tempting to stop my pursuit…
Horrifying rough rocky grills,
Frightening densely dim forests;
Mystery-like messy mole-hills,
Terrifying combs of hornets...
Sitting there leisurely, surely,
I tried removing one by one;
I could not do so much, purely,
It needed works perfectly done...
Thus, when I completed my course,
My friends, neighbors, even others;
Ignored me like some evil force,
Or like no one's dog, none bothers...
'Why such futile works he digs up?
Is his life not well endowed too?
When he needs to humbly give up,
Why does he cling to whims new?'
Let the world possess its outlook,
Let it move in its trodden routes;
Its grim conducts I do unhook,
I define the routes of my roots…
03 June 2021
(Vowel a omitted)
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If you know not where you are going,
Any road will get you there;
This is for the youth and the senile,
Moving, yet reaching nowhere.
But in ignorance lies debacle,
And that becomes a burden to bear,
For mankind still creates miracles,
And the prowess to face all our fears.
Rise, for the end is not forbidden,
And this life is not our own;
And the truth has never been hidden,
Turns a king against his throne.
The paths we must take may be vintage,
So predict the future, recall the past,
Submerging oneself in a distinct age
Is not surreal but will it ever last?
One clan, one way,
An ample chance to go astray,
Deviating from, yet elevating too,
Let the morrow be brought back to this day
For the past has passed and channeled through
The present routes; But how?
Believe in your roots, the future is now.
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We both were cliffs apart.
You were laughing free and hard
With people on your list of stars.
I was all by my own-
Rock circle full of spikes,
Picking dead grass on the sides,
Lost its green, not fit for sight.
I couldn't go with the aimless flow.
So tough, yet
Not a dead fish
Hoping to survive the cut.
There you stood
like you knew time and space so well.
Always in front of me-
your lips in a gentle twist
of full pageantry.
I lost myself in your almond eyes
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Like plotting graphs without grids,
Like matching strings without nodes;
Like completing puzzles without edges,
Like solving questions without answers.
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My mind sways round and round.
High-pitched screams bring back
All awful memories-
A past I couldn't hide well,
Like plain papers stained with mud.
I told no one but you,
Praying my trust is worth its value;
Yet you knew every word I needed.
Can I just make you my drugs?
Make me happy. Create my smile.
TREACHEROUS ROUTES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Winding Our Way along Life’s Highway
Beware There Are Hidden Traps
There Are Forks and Turns and Potholes
You Can Avoid, Discarding Yesteryears Maps
Poison’s slow, rope’s quick!
Is it life or ‘cause a chick?
Why not try a trick?
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