Spirit calling

Spirit calling

26 August 2014

 twinflame12

Let me not follow your tradition

That into submission stifles you quiet

While I follow my heart

That is of the infinite

The whole and the part

 

Bring me not back chained

To your borders

While my mind roams

The eternal wilderness

Free and worriless

 

What ties a man to a land

And a soul to that man’s world

Is but a foot long of sand

Square, all edges cutting

And an invisible chain of woe

 

When the hurricane blows

The body latches on to a brick

While spirit latches on to the stars

The gusts shake the clinging body

While spirit flies in stardust

 

“I belong to the beloved”

He is none, he is many and he is one

Paper clippings one can trim

But spirit’s wings

The infinite will not shun

 

Call me not to the limited township

Where your body dwells

Come fly with me

In the infinite time

Where my soul soars

The meaning of pain

The meaning of pain

23 August 2014

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We often find ourselves in situations that we think unfair that cause us what we think is undue pain that we do not wish to accept, that we think are not meant for us, should not exist in our lives

What we tend to forget though is that such situations exist to help us evolve, learn about ourselves , our limits, learn tools that would be necessary to help ourselves and help others in often similar circumstances.

When I talk about pain, I do not talk about mere physical pain inflicted upon one by another or by oneself but about the pain that is borne out of hardship, the pain that one feels when unknown change is about to happen in one’s life, the pain that one feels in being engrossed in the feeling of failure, of helplessness or exhaustion, in brief, the pain of letting go of what one is used to, one’s control over one’s life and accepting what is to come.

There was a time when I would feel punished for having to go through any sort of pain but after some events where what I learnt during times of hardship was put to good use later on, I started realizing that pain was not an idle item in life. Pain had a mission and it was about exacerbating the sensation, the feeling to a point where the mind becomes totally malleable and receptive to the ideas and lessons gravitating all around one. Every single item in life is a teacher and every atom bears a lesson to be learnt.

After these experiences, I now welcome such pain for I know that it will teach me something about myself that it will teach me something that will allow me to help another in difficult times.

I do not mean that one should be like a masochist seeking pain. There is a difference between seeking and attracting pain and accepting it in your life if it is meant to form and transform you into the person you are meant to be.  Without pain in one’s life, one would tend to want to glide away into the oblivion of an easy life, not realizing what one’s fellow human beings are experiencing.

We surround ourselves every day with idle items of life in order to escape feelings while to feel is the greatest treasure of all. One of the funniest examples of this is the interaction you will get when you say that you are really not doing well to someone who just asked you whether you were “ok” and just meant it in the social sense without heeding your response. More often than not, the person would have just responded “good”, not realizing what you actually said. We tend to live our lives in an automated way, blending into the most current thoughts, the most usual ways of expressing oneself in society without actually thinking and feeling what is happening within and around us.

We don’t want to think. We don’t want to feel. There are even a multitude of expressions thwarting from feeling in every human language a few examples of which in English are “man up”, “it is not worth crying about”, “it will pass”, “grit your teeth and move on”, “be strong”, etc. We are so bent on not feeling the hardships that come our way that we only go through them gritting our teeth and holding on tight to our hope it will be over quickly while we go through it. What we forget is that the hardship is the goal of the moment for it is teaching you precious insight about yourself and about your surroundings. We are meant to feel every inkling of what is happening while we are in the eye of the storm, to think about it and not about when it is over, to ponder on our reactions while we are living it not to paint a rosy picture of what will come after the hardship and cling to that rosy thought. We are not meant however, to completely dissolve in our pain, thoughtless, full of abjection and of self-reprisal but we are meant to be active receptors of the pain, welcoming its effects on our psyche and using its energy to transform.

Pain is the catalyst of change. It is a wake-up call, a reminder that we are here not to accumulate wealth or anything material but a range of experiences and interactions that are meant to help us all evolve.

Above all, pain is a reminder that we can feel, that we are not numb and that the dulling of our senses is not meant to be, that we are meant to feel and thrive on feeling.

When one accepts pain as well as its lessons and integrates that discovery into one’s being, the only outcome of pain is love, an all-encompassing love for one’s human state, for what we are, what we could be, what we are meant to be, what we shall become.

Mother, still my soul

Mother, still my soul

1 August 2014

Mother3

Mother, answer me

Where are your sons?

Your dried bosom

Will not bring the pink back

Into our lives they darken

As blood bathes my footsteps

 

 

Hair loose I will walk

On crimson cast earth

And the raven will crow

For the loss of innocence

As the scent of jasmine withers

While darkness still lurks

 

 

Mother, they drank

From your weak chest

And plundered your loins

While you gave freely

Your every treasure

In peace as all mothers do

 

Eyes shut I will wail

For every broken dream

Fading in their memories

As blood fills their eyes

Where tears flow no more

For wells dry in summer’s heat

 

Mother, take me back

Let your heavenly scent

Bathe my senses in clay

Knead into me your strength

Give my voice your thunder

Strike lightning into my heart

 

Soul heaving I will wander

Over hills and through meadows

Mind shut and heart throbbing

Pulsating with a thousand cries

Of familiar faces I will know not

For I bear kinship to all but none

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evS-iLdU-i8 

Balancing worlds

Balancing worlds

20 July 2014

Archer2

Blue light, palpable

A beam cutting through the night

Plays in my mind’s eye

Uncover the other side

Whispers my twin from within

 

Darkness engulfs light

Scent of magnolia fills me

As the moon stands still

Riding free no starry night

Compares with the lightless void

 

A willow weeps so

Arms cast in desolation

Around its slight frame

Weep not willow, time will come

When arms will lift in glory

 

Golden dawn rises

Blind to the weepers below

Tainted orange glows

From greed will you stay free?

Gold oil and silver are three

 

Sun’s splendor now blinds

Even the mightiest eye

As darkness dispelled sits low

Balancing worlds I fight not

The best archer stills the bow

Samsara

Samsara

July 2, 2014

rainbow19

Ant on hill carries

Weight of a hundred workers

As the season flies

Grasshoppers by me rejoice

For all storage is now full

 

A bird weighs its prey

Swooping from the highest bough

To catch the green prize

Summer alternates the catch

All is hunter, all is game

 

A baby dove pecks

Its beak deep in grass

As the cat watches

The mockingbird in me laughs

A shrill note to myself stored

 

Liquid raw fusion

Red pink blue purple yellow

Particle renewed

I am core, I am atom

A new being to fathom

 

A shadow across

Lifts my gaze to a new deal

Samsara exchange

Your price is surely not mine

So exchange me not for thine

Rake me a pile

Rake me a pile

June 30 2014

dewyellow2

 

Listless leaves rustle

Under beams of the moonlight

As the night watches

I gaze upon them silent

Rustle of feelings echo

 

 

From day beckoning

Dew from dawn is forgotten

Mist covers the earth

Answer comes forth as I stream

Mist flowing loose from my eyes

 

 

Leaves writhing in sun

Gone is the cool winter’s breeze

Soft and mellow touch

Lost in their contemplation

Agony reaches me too

 

 

All green now yellow

Summer heat has come to scorch

All living beings

Mind in heaving heat ablaze

A flaming torch to the soul

 

 

A lone drop on leaf

Glistens bravely in sunlight

Its core shining air

Aridness in heart follows

Slow and dry the last bell rings

 

 

Dried, it too will fall

Joining the hundreds fallen

So rake me a pile

Let me crush them in grievance

And with them paint me ashen

Unbroken

Unbroken

28 April 2014

Purpleangel1

Time’s choicest moments taken

From a raft of the still selections

As I count the number of pieces

Collected throughout the book

Karma it seems has its own count

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Some won over some forsaken

As scales whir into recognition

Of timeless facts a life releases

Spinning around oblivion’s hook

While Skuld registers all recounts

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In memory I wander unabashed

At the taste of darkness and light

Akin to a sip of the invisible brew

Of two fours aligned in mind’s eye

Countless is weighed but in heart

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Wrists one would have me slash

Buckling under pressure’s plight

Yielding to a mind turned askew

By tearful loss of a heavenly ally

Forlorn, standing singled, apart

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Force and clash would bend one

Wilting mind if it may so choose

On fear many spake but few knew

In heart the quake in mind hue

Of a bold purple non submissive

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Soaring spirit, bowing to none

Soul uncovering powers let loose

Smoldering ashes into fire grew

Burning darkness for glow to ensue

Fibers outreaching the missive

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Light comes to the one who asks

Unfettered by a lifelong training

Of approximation and artefacts

Misguided attempts, a potent pill

A lullaby of much charm for some

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Glory to spirit’s mind that basks

In yonder sun on blossom shining

As fear dull sullen its ink retracts

Leaving ablaze my window sill

Unbroken, unnamed here I come

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7atDQreame4

Unapologetic

Unapologetic

20 April 2014

misty1

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What hast thou done

With the earthen will

Bestowed upon thee?

On queried the Master

As I stood too stricken

For a voice to emerge

 

I handed in my slate

It was full to the brim

Of wasted memories

Of a cherished time

When snow fell softly

On the inky rooftops

 

All that I had dreamt

Once, so long ago

A land of icy dreams

Like a barren soil

Thought till nausea

Trodden on sullenly

 

I lifted high my glass

In celebration of mist

The blank emptiness

Engulfed me silently

Droplets eerily eating

Into the core of sound

 

Yet on they plodded

Dreams from the grey

Of nothingness born

Inked out by the frenzy

Of an old shadow of me

Whirling from the void

 

I dreamt, I said, it seems

These ethereal dreams

Thus recovering stance

I glanced back this time

Eye to eye, brows high,

Standing, unapologetic

Spellbound

Spellbound

5 February 2014

angel16

Weary was the travel

Dark worked its wonder

Spinning the wheel

Of timeless rotation

 

An instant of confusion

As clocks whirled back

Racing across the fields

Of inner and outer space

 

The night brimmed up

With dark brooding skies

Born out of grey nothingness

A chill of unknown quiet

 

And when the clouds parted

A silver streak gleamed

Soothing, mesmerizing rays

Of a full blossom moon

 

The shadows then departed

Freefall into the sleepy night

In the distance, a dog howled

And I spread my wings alone

Bliss of Divine Union

“If I ever meet you my beloved, I’ll cling to you so fiercely you’ll melt into me. I’ll sing from inside you songs of Union. World-dissolving songs of eternal bliss”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXU6CNARMUw