Averted eyes though hearts caress
Like strangers we cross abreast.
Irresistible is this drawing indeed
Still separate ways to walk we deem.
Aloofness masquerades searing pain
This inconstancy has no gain.
Sharing thoughts yet oblivion feign
Amusing melancholy this mind stains.
Suspicious games we both play
Hiding here and revealing there
Heated conversations in still air.
Macrocosm in Microcosm
Image by radiant guy via FlickrWe humans are
The summation of nature:
the warmth of the sun,
the determination of water,
the acceptance of a flower,
the passion of a lion,
the sensitivity of a horse,
the quest of a gazelle
the gruesomeness of a pig
the knavery of a fox...
in us.
Macrocosm in microcosm
We are God!
I Want to be Light
I Want to be Light
Like your beautiful wings, oh butterfly,
Gossamer and delicate I hope to be.
So when I pierce the limitless sky,
Radiant sun's kisses spangle joy in me.
Yet like the onion, I am;
Images upon images, a flam.
A non-identity of wrapped sheaths.
Some are mine and some not
Though nothing is left of me.
Surrender
Every moment I realize
the inevitability of the Design,
Yet the mind incessantly reaffirms
its beliefs in mirages.
its beliefs in mirages.
Acceptance brings peace
to the agitations of the heart,
to the agitations of the heart,
Yet imaginations' wayward
flights lurk mockingly by.
flights lurk mockingly by.
Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
~ William Blake
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My heart is like a lute
each chord crying with longing and pain.
My Beloved is watching me
wrapped in silence.
~Rumi, Hidden Music
each chord crying with longing and pain.
My Beloved is watching me
wrapped in silence.
~Rumi, Hidden Music
Rise, O Moon
and spread your light across the heavens;
the stars remember you in silent prayers,
their hearts glimmering with hope.
Now, like beggars,
we roam the alleyways of earthly life,
when once in our own Homeland,
we were merchants of rubies.
O, may no one ever have to leave his own home,
for one is not worth a piece of straw
in this alien land!
They need not clap their hands
to startle us out of this world, O Bahu;
we are already disposed to fly back
to our long-lost home.
NIRVANA?
Image by Miguel Ramirez via FlickrThe heavy air around me weighs me down as I spreadeagle across the floor. There is a pain inside that is sucking everything in like a vortex. I draw myself in and wander the space behind my closed eyes, thinking random thoughts so I can breathe again. This pressure, this pain, the darkness, these thoughtless thoughts stand by, watching me as I plummet down the spiral of myself.... Then, I experience suspension--a vacuum settles around me that makes my body numb, my mind quiet and my heart feelingless. Is this peace? Is peace a resting, a pause in the motion of all vibrations on the continuum of time and space. This placidity, this experienceless experience is like a clearing in the woods of murkiness. I think I have found Nirvana.
Have I?
Have I?
Image by Gattou/Lucie at the stable via FlickrWayfarers like me in quest of you,
Pursued by these hounds of rue,
Are lost in a maze of circling cues.
Show me a path out of this refuse.
MEDITATIONS
What is it that you seek? The mere continuance of your life? To experience sensation, then, and impulse? To grow, and cease from growing? To make use of your tongue, and your mind? And what is there in that which strikes you as worth desiring? But if all these things are worthy of contempt, take the final step, and follow reason, follow god. But to value those other things militates against that, or to be distressed at the thought that you will be robbed of them by death.
~Marcus Aurelius
~Marcus Aurelius
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Incompatibility
Image by s.yume via FlickrINCOMPATIBILITY
Different worlds we come from
Strange languages we speak
Something gets lost in translation
Something else in adaptation.
Familiarity I thought would ease
Awkwardness of a long separation
But more the words are hurtled
A greater confusion nettles.
The music of my heart just may
Resonate in your soul someday
And then probably we could
Dance to the rhythm and play.
BLUE HEART
My heart is blue
Thinking you not true.
Come sing another song,
Tell me I am wrong.
The mind is numb
With thoughts not dumb.
Trap me in your snare,
Tell me you care.
My body tingles
With your imagined touch.
Come beside me lie,
I'm more than a sigh.
But the heart wails,
Thoughts run amuck
And body goes cold
When reality is retold.
Fear and despair
Hint your leanings not here.
I wish they are false
Or else life stalls.
My heart is blue
Thinking you not true.
Come sing another song,
Tell me I am wrong.
The mind is numb
With thoughts not dumb.
Trap me in your snare,
Tell me you care.
My body tingles
With your imagined touch.
Come beside me lie,
I'm more than a sigh.
But the heart wails,
Thoughts run amuck
And body goes cold
When reality is retold.
Fear and despair
Hint your leanings not here.
I wish they are false
Or else life stalls.
REFLECTIONS OF A UNIQUE DOPE ENTHUSIAST
Numbness is an exceptionally comfortable experience. It is a state of mind in which there is no agitation, no perturbation, no jostling of discordant vibrations. In this blissful state, external or internal stimuli don't play ping-pong with one's emotions. It is self-absorbing and addictive, this feeling. As it sucks one in with its lyre and as the subject slowly spirals into himself he is drawn further within. After this there is no way out... one does not want to get out. Then pain, no matter of what genre, appears to be a wasteful endeavour; a sort of intrusion into the privacy of self. Turning oneself into this nothingness is the most exhilarating and challenging of human experiences. Once the conciousness experiences this state, the ceaseless innuendo of mundane life becomes a noise that is to be avoided at all cost. Only one compulsion remains and that is to exist in this state of non-existence. The illusion of time and space and all the baggage that gets latched on because of such mental aerobics easily falls away and with a quite firmness, a cleanliness replaces all the clutter. And this clarity which is devoid of all hypocricy is what lends the soul strength.
. GRANDIOSE SIMPLICITY .
A shining comes sometimes from dust
That lights up the whole world.
A call comes from inside the heart
That rouses the universe.
Innocuous, innocent things sometimes
Are grand moving dances of time.
Of simplicity are born great things.
Yet envisaging consequences
Is not each one's call.
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EXPERIENCE'S RUMINATIONS
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When nice people
aren't so nice,
aren't so nice,
Naivety suffers reality,
And experience endures it.
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