I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game.
In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until I don't want to survive,
This phase is not my only witless dive.
Is this asylum true, or just a gruesome illusion?
I want to bring back my vision.
I don't want to live in this ponderous loneliness,
I don't want to die until I wilfully confess.
This asylum is full of savage desires,
I want to submerge myself in my obligations.
The river doesn't want to join the ocean of dark necessities,
The meander is coming closer to my pertinacity.
True wisdom lies in my shadow,
Until it stays in my favour.
For centuries, I have penned the tales of this asylum,
I am nothing but a mere equilibrium.
Everything transforms,
from matter flows energy
i realize God is poetry
The sun has the form of a golden dream
the moon has the form of celestial love,
the rain and the wind winter
the solar heat, relieving....
The sun and the summer breeze
in the jovial mornings...
spring flowers and fruits
the wonderful life....
autumn observes everything
and live this party with
delicate cold...and the strong wind
disperses clouds and
paints the immensity in the sky....
sublime natural show
In this immense universe...!
all before Christmas
duty expects faithfulness
God humbled (Himself as Jesus)
i just kindled
Love (agape love as sacrificing kind of Jesus)
Mammon May Mock Me
No, No, No
Option: paradise
Question Race, Separation, Traditions
Universe
Verifies
Wonder
X-rays (others: Gamma, Radio and all subatomic particles)
YOUR
zeal (and God's zealousness to unite): Alpha and Omega!
I
The voids between galaxies
Look empty, but in the way of Zero
Black Holes and voids hold Eternities
The universe is a multiverse too
II
How do I, with such Space, identify?
Here: ground after the ground where I die
Where war breaks out, we ARE one family
When tsunamis suck millions of lives!
III
In life we will have days we WALK globally
Some did when Mandela walked FREE
and some when OBAMA led democracy
TASTE now eternity in a Void, do not avoid
The Sun and Water dance
Celebrating diversity
Universality
Anyone can find the luster,
the perennial ecstasy of so many rites.
We may access luminosity with
mindful meditation, reflection, or prayer.
Call it God, Allah, or immutable purity,
Call it Christ, Yahweh, or satori,
Call it nirvana, moksha, or inward light.
Selfless actuality,
perfect radiant quietude,
rapturous awakening or salvation.
In every creed a different lexicon,
every culture has a unique vocabulary for
our common humanity,
our universal mystical window.
Spanning time and seeming often
Immortal in its teeming,
Enveloping elements abound like the
Sunshine in its beaming!
Art, love, music, prayer,
Greed, color, hate and religion,
All needed as an implement
As if an elaborate contagion!
On the canvas, on your chaise,
In your ears and in your pose,
In your heart and on your skin,
In your mind and in your soul!
Be they visual or elusive,
Or emotional in their presence;
They appear and carry substance
Making entrance to our conscience.
Pride in humanity, is pride in our superficiality
We stand for unity, but lack solidarity
Represent flexibility, but don’t understand diversity
This new era awaits our complete universality
There is a time for everything
Now we have time for nothing
Not for each other, not for anything
To cultivate meaning, to stand for something
When our hands fail to deliver
The spirits must sail our hearts for a believer
Where our perseverance awakens our souls
To find the faith when darkness falls
A new turn, a new challenge ahead
Twists and tests our young minds
Leaving all doubt of a hell behind
Faith see us through these phobic blinds
I shared the last drop of water
I shed my heart for a stranger to enter
For to remain as I am, is to lock myself in a shell
It’s to find freedom where demons dwell
Howcome is it
or is it really it?
Why and what for?
Do or don't
live and let live
…
Mine
Yours
Seriously
C'mon
…
Love, yep
through closed curtains
shot a path of light
a shape so straight and strong
coming from the sun
it didn't take long
in and through the room
it chased away gloom
and stopped on my closet door
it brightened a space
where colors take place
floating in the beam
where tiny little things
that without the beam
are never seen
dust and lent
quite possibly and entire planet
who knows how Gods
time is spent
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