Spared a change—
Spared a week, spared everything that made me weak.
Spared the week that made me weak.
Spared the people who think I am a “geek.”
Spared the light that made me weak,
From a dream that wasn’t supposed to find an end,
Because there was nothing to seek.
On some days
I want to tell you everything
Where I was
What I did
What I felt
I like you seeing me
And the resonance
On other days
I want to hide in the bathroom for hours
And ignore you
When you call my name.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
We seek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ my friends -
That dawn should find us every day
Some ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ on our way.
The ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ sleep ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ and take ¦¦¦¦¦ rest.
The ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ priest and people slumber ¦¦¦¦¦
We ¦¦¦ are early ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ far and near.
So peacefully their rest they take,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ first awake!
- Strong heart! ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ seek the day;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
A thousand seekers seek the light.
(Blackout of Stout Marches Lead To Certain Ends by Robert Louis Stevenson)
my mind and i
are at a game of hide and seek
only
i think i've gotten the rules wrong
i am both
the hider
and the seeker
forever searching for her
but terrified of being seen
Life, I have come to know
is an endless journey.
Each stop is only transit
into another uncertainty.
We spend our whole lives
searching for purpose
some chasing meaning
others just relief.
I find myself in the first
asking myself again and again
why I am here
why I still breathe.
And still I move forward
not because I am sure
but because not moving
answers nothing.
Where the mountain and field breezes gather,
Whispering and singing in clusters closely by my ear,
I stumble upon a quiet, weathered cabin
And watch a kitten savoring a sweet afternoon nap.
Like a singing goddess of the grass,
To the sweet, gentle rhythm of the wind,
I, too, try to summon sleep for a moment, just like you.
But before I know it, curiosity sparks within me,
And I peek through the narrow cracks to steal a glance at the cat.
Oh? You had already read my mind, staring right back at me.
Not backing down, I try once more.
As if borrowing the secret of a kitten's pink paw-pad dreams,
Like a predator stealthily closing in on its prey,
Carefully, just like you, I peer through the right side to catch you off guard.
Oh? You were already locked onto me, watching me yet again.
“GG (Good Game, I lose).”
Like a cat popping its head through a tiny cardboard box hole,
Flashing a playful, teasing smile,
I, too, declare my defeat,
Proudly sticking my face out with a bright, surrendered grin.
Then, the cat stretches leisurely, letting out a long, slow yawn,
And tosses a casual remark right at me:
“Dull animal!”
If we be empty,
nothing should be taboo,
whence poised in stillness,
bliss magnetism we woo.
The inner sound current
hums in the background,
being the veil though which
the noumena is found.
The void of no-thingness
or life here manifest,
coordinate any,
our presence is at rest.
Bliss mirrors our heartbeat,
shape shifting as peace,
when our eye is single
and thought forms we release.
Sages of old caution,
save by bilocation,
we would always fall short
of true liberation.
Omnipresence is still,
having nowhere to go,
yet feels each sensation
of every heart’s glow.
Lost in dream worlds conjured,
though there are no chains,
cessation enables
cleansing of heart’s stains.
We are the magician,
who has caged light innate
and now on earth strive,
to walk through heaven’s gate.
Jesus Came
Jesus came to seek
Jesus came to save,
Jesus came to seek and save
Those lost in hopeless ways.
It was no easy work to do
All evil strong opposed Him
In all ways tempted just like us
No evil overcame Him.
On Calvary He died
Paid the price for all our sins
Rose again victorious
In triumph from the grave.
And now He gives to me the task
To seek and save the lost
Forgiveness free to share with all
My Jesus paid the cost!
“The Son of Man has come to seek and to save that which was lost.”
Luke 19:10
I came seeking a child that was born a king.
I have strayed, beguiled from my undertaking.
It was a binary star that I chose to follow,
one path leading straight to Him,
but I sought the brighter glow
and became a wondering pilgrim.
My star led me here through circuitous routes,
through pleasurable meanderings
and gratuitous pursuits,
crossing mellowed valleys and honeyed springs.
I have smelled the flower of travellers-joy
and tasted the heady fruits of the vine.
I have eaten and drank till I felt cloy;
sought fun-loving company, avoiding the saturnine.
Questing warmth in the arms of more than one woman,
hypnotized by the charms of their fair sex;
tasting only their sweetness, like a persimmon,
sensing not the puckering in their vortex.
My eyes have feasted on many a sunrise,
and, again, they drank in the satiny sunset.
I have allowed my mind to fantasize,
benumbed by the beauty of that distant vignette.
Life has been a sweet potion to swallow,
but time is running out, I must reach my goal,
pursue the star fast losing its halo
and find the King, I must save my soul.
I’m here now, where is this child?
all I found was a Man Crucified.
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don’t know where I’ve Gone
—Octavia Paz
Hide and Seek—Paz
I play hide and seek
Looking for you
Perhaps you are
That single soul
I don’t know
And I
Scan the canopy
To look
For bashful eyes
Tag you’re it
how many other countless souls have searched for the same answers that i seek
We seek happiness,
but it comes with a great price...
and paid in sorrow!
We live for our god,
and all the ten thousand things...
are but fallen leaves!
Our reward will come,
when the dark night is banished...
and the light prevail!
Seek life's meaning- meditation
on purpose and reasons.
Perhaps you will find salvation
life's chapters and seasons.
Learn to be still and pray,
live each moment and day;
life a twirling ballet.
Your soul cleaning ~
seek life's meaning.
You can't make a living
If you're not giving
The services you render
Tenders you money
You won't make a dime
If you're idle all the time.
To be somebody
You must do something
To be nobody
Just do nothing
You can't make sweetener
With lime or bitter leaf.
Knowledge is infinite
But limited to those
That does not seek it
You can't picture
What you don't face
You can't be a public figure
Without impact.
I endow book smart
And street wise
For life is two sides
Up and down, good and bad
Day and night, sun and Moon
Mother and father, son and daughter
Life can give you anything, when it's it time.
That thrill, tree-hid, pants more
Near your catching
Within this shade, longer for night
Hear what's matching!
Now in earnest, plays which
Neighbourhood game.
As some escaped convict. No child!
Nor chum to name!
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