An unsighted lamp that someone lighted
when you arrived with the mission of life,
illumines the unpaved dark path for you
to complete the journey you’re destined to.
The self-generated obsessive free-will
envelopes your mind with an unreal veil,
obscures the ordained destination He decides,
you would reach for you should at His will.
The unseen light from the omnipresent glow
floods your essence, but you don’t perceive,
for you construct the free-will encapsulating the ego
in the realm of fantasy shrouded in self-deception.
The designer’s all-pervasive light shines remotely
during the travel time allotted for your journey.
Its invisible rays will guide you like the pole star
to the end of your path where He waits for you.
December 15, 2020
Contest : The Light
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
Fewer are the chances of any disturbance,
no matter how bigger is the turbulence.
How calm and cool the days are rolled
where mind flys with wings controlled!
Goodness is spent with no purpose to earn
and no expectations are born for its return.
Anger and foolish desires are the things of the past,
every moment of life is lived as meant for the last.
Joy is found in the aims and games of the children,
a part is played in their stories and a dance to their tunes.
Finding beauty in duty with rays of compassion,
the future is led to the ways of utmost destination.
Meddling with the matters of the mortals is never sought,
a concentration is focused on the self generated thought.
Positive thoughts are trained with meditation
and surely confirmed to result in perfect action.
Never being bothered who indifferently blocks the roads
as holding Father's hand all races are run with eyes closed.
With one and last answer, all questions are silenced about the existence
that I'm nothing more than a peaceful soul wearing a temporary costume.
I hate that I love being in love.
I hope I win the lottery.
I love giving people money so I know
that every dollar I give for someone to live
will cause change in two ways.
I am so tired all the time because I feel like
I've been alive for so long.
Resistance is not a peripheral opponent.
It is self generated and self perpetuated.
It is the enemy within.
I no longer want to hold anything back.
I am afraid of dying only because
I haven't said everything I want say.
My brain never shuts up. I don't know
whether to gag it or give it a microphone.
I hope I have days where my inner peace
is so strong someone else can grab a
piece and borrow some.
Love is the secret you can't wait to tell everyone.
BELIEVING
When I believe in Darwin
I am newborn in the planet
I am a soup of molecules
at random
dancing, crazy, unconscious atoms
that shaped the first all
without a useless creator
All was self generated
before the Big Bang
Including nothingness
Including the everlasting all
When I believe in divinity
I am eternal in eternity
I was never created
I belong to luminescence
amorous sage unknowable
I am timeless
tenderly pierced by living arrows
when horrified by materialism
so that I may
be eternal in eternity
descend in the perfumed fainting of a flower
and feel its shock when cut
be heated in the warm
vibration of rocks
that call me by my name
to jump with the squirrel
and perceive its goal
as unattainable wizard
and fly in the infra-worlds
that the divine contrasts
and pardon
and repose
peacefully
I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.
Live off the fruit of the land.
And
an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.
I just found my dark side
smiling at me with shiny eyes.
Beckoning.
Luring me in
with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own
moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch.
He says its better with him.
He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to
any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially
invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible.
He wants me to live in the dirge of the world,
walking with my head down low.
In some self-generated alternate reality.
Eyes half closed,
and head half empty.
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