My freedom and your loyalty

At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom, 
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them. 
Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff. 
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment. 
You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, 
But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. 
And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding have fastened around your noon hour? 
In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these chains, though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle the eyes. 
And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard that you may become free? 
If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written with your own hand upon your own forehead. 
You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon them. 
And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his throne erected within you is destroyed. 
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their won pride? 
And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.
And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in your heart and not in the hand of the feared. 
Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace, the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape. 
These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs that cling. 
And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light. 
And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself the fetter of a greater freedom

Crime and Punishment

It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind, 
That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself. 
And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed. 
Like the ocean is your god-self; 
It remains for ever undefiled. 
And like the ether it lifts but the winged. 
Even like the sun is your god-self; 
It knows not the ways of the mole nor seeks it the holes of the serpent. 
But your god-self does not dwell alone in your being. 
Much in you is still man, and much in you is not yet man, 
But a shapeless pigmy that walks asleep in the mist searching for its own awakening. 
And of the man in you would I now speak. 
For it is he and not your god-self nor the pigmy in the mist, that knows crime and the punishment of crime. 
Oftentimes have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world. 
But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, 
So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also. 
And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree, 
So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all. 
Like a procession you walk together towards your god-self. 
You are the way and the wayfarers. 
And when one of you falls down he falls for those behind him, a caution against the stumbling stone. 
Ay, and he falls for those ahead of him, who though faster and surer of foot, yet removed not the stumbling stone. 
And this also, though the word lie heavy upon your hearts 
The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder, 
And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed. 
The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked, 
And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon. 
Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured, 
And still more often the condemned is the burden-bearer for the guiltless and unblamed. 
You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked; 
For they stand together before the face of the sun even as the black thread and the white are woven together. 
And when the black thread breaks, the weaver shall look into the whole cloth, and he shall examine the loom also. 
If any of you would bring judgment the unfaithful wife, 
Let him also weight the heart of her husband in scales, and measure his soul with measurements. 
And let him who would lash the offender look unto the spirit of the offended. 
And if any of you would punish in the name of righteousness and lay the ax unto the evil tree, let him see to its roots; 
And verily he will find the roots of the good and the bad, the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined together in the silent heart of the earth. 
And you judges who would be just, 
What judgment pronounce you upon him who though honest in the flesh yet is a thief in spirit? 
What penalty lay you upon him who slays in the flesh yet is himself slain in the spirit? 
And how prosecute you him who in action is a deceiver and an oppressor, 
Yet who also is aggrieved and outraged? 
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds? 
Is not remorse the justice which is administered by that very law which you would fain serve? 
Yet you cannot lay remorse upon the innocent nor lift it from the heart of the guilty. 
Unbidden shall it call in the night, that men may wake and gaze upon themselves. 
And you who would understand justice, how shall you unless you look upon all deeds in the fullness of light? 
Only then shall you know that the erect and the fallen are but one man standing in twilight between the night of his pigmy-self and the day of his god-self, 
And that the corner-stone of the temple is not higher than the lowest stone in its foundation. 

Speak about clothe's Clothes

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the beautiful... no more 
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain. 
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment, 
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind. 
Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear." 
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread. 
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest. 
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean. 
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind? 
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. 

What Faith Can Do ？

387 days, 21 hours, 45 min.

Tears to tears we'll draw the line
Years to years our love will shine

Vanishing point

in perspective, parallel lines appear 
to converge, distant objects appear to 
be smaller, closer objects are more distinct. 
in linear perspective things disappear. 
they don't really disappear, parallel 
lines don't really converge. they stay apart, 
forever at a distance and never 
do touch. they stare forever at each other, 
clearly and distinctly, no matter how far 
from the eye they get. an observer 
gets it all wrong, lacks perspective. 
using perspective, we try to understand 
and get it wrong anyway. things seem 
to converge and disappear. they go on. 

Gets lean

Thinner and thinner
The world gets lean by day.
You gobble too much space! 
So like the vanishing universe 
Empty is the box of your brain 

There's Nothing else to do

There is nothing more satisfying, 
Than to be depicted as a fool...
By those who have accepted, 
Their unconditional training...
Promoting the act of mindlessness.
To leave one eventually feeling, 
How pointless it is to express regret.
And observing this free promotion, 
Without it being solicited...
Has to be a relief to those aware, 
How cost effective this has been...
In the savings done to market without effort, 
Such visible and achieved effects...
Affecting successfully the lives of those, 
Ripping themselves apart.
In the expediating done of their own demise.
There are those who sit, 
Enjoying every moment of this.

Life

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

Unfinished .. Yet

And when some of the butterflies come fluttering

over my sweet scented jasmines in my lovely garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun

and the enlightenment from the great Pan

and ask what is there left for me to do

the right solution, so i may not be also blue 

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal

or shall i open more the colors of my petal

or shall i choose but be one brittle metal? 

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies

intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says: 

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals, 

go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

not the one without a cent in his pocket

not the one without a potato on their table

not the one who lost his house to fire

not the one who lost his parents in the war

not the one who did not finish his education

not the one without a job

the poorest of them all is the one without hope to complete

The saddest of them all is the one with a dream unfinished .. Yet

Your Sin ..

the soul contains many qualities
The character of man and his vagaries
But the most important quality of man
is the power to forgive a sin
earth is a world of ups and downs

it brings joy and it brings frowns
but life on earth teaches an important thing
It's the power to forgive a sin
as age goes by, as time races on
as generations die and new ones are born
if you ever learn the last thing,
it should be .. the power to forgive a sin.
i was designed to never forget a thing.
i was designed to never forgive a sin.

 

SH.S

Why should i be here ?

again this is just an outpouring of rain
all my loneliness dropping like rain
all my sadness dripping like rain

again, this is nothing about anthologies
or who gets the Poet of the Month thing in any community magazine
this is rain outpouring
this is a form of therapy
on everyday malady
nothing about art or musing
when tomorrow rains again
i will be here..
when sunshine comes and flowers bloom in the field
when my beloved sings and sleeps with me in bed
why should i be here .. .?

The younger me

Younger then, older now
It's so funny how
When I was three, I always thought
That it would take forever for me 
To be forty
But here I am
Standing tall
Looking back on it all
Time flies
Most people don't realize it
But it does, yes it does
I remember when
I wore nothing
They were so pretty, so shiny, and yet
Now I've outgrown them
They're too small
Now here I am
Sitting, writing out of my head
The thoughts, the words of the past
The younger me
Thinking of way I used to be
You know
Times were different back then
Everything was cheaper, nicer
When I was a kid
Now people today
They take stuff for granted
Nobody appreciates anything anymore
Everyone throws everything away
Like it was never there
Memories, sweet, sweet memories
Are overcoming me
Like an eternal flame
It would be nice if I
Could just travel back in time
And just be the younger me 

Egonesty

Like the cold steel blades of winter rain
Like the beam of warmth on a summer lane
In ways you could explain
I descend upon you
Even the chosen few
I caress the anvil with a lover's touch
I exude an image and appear as such
If the truth be known it cuts
To the bone
I stand alone
I know love and recognize 
The inevitable compromise
I choose to walk the shining path
And accept the possible aftermath
You may ponder and judge and you might understand
This single entity
This one man band
And howsoever I meet my fate
I can't complain, there's no debate
I don't want caffeine free
Stimuli sit well with me
Still I grow, still I evolve
With a singular resolve
One life is all you get
With tests and goals we are beset
Don't let it end with regret
i live it .. i love it.

Enlightenment

Lightning strikes deeply

storming the inner core roots

changing the tree's shape 

Enlightenment . !

Are we moving to a higher plane

To better understand our name

The same we call our divinity

Creation aspiring to be creator

Not aware we already are. !

Enlightenment, At last!

Watching the streets outside, which seems 
Running into the infinity, 
I lay on my bed near the window, 
Enjoying the cold breeze wafting in, 
Fondling my wrinkles, gifted by time.
Today the street is deserted where
Once with tiny legs I learned to walk.
Later I walked with the Giants; 
Conquering everything before me
Destroying everything that resisted me.
I had, at last, an empire of mine
Which I ruled with a raised sword.
World called me Champion, 
History called me Great and to myself
I was greater than the great.
But those hands that conquered the world, 
Failed to win the battle with time, 
When my sword proved heavier for my hands, 
I had to leave that throne and crown
Now I see dust rising again, 
Drums beating, a battle again
O young men, please lend your ears, 
Its not me but the history speaking
When you fight hard to build an empire
Remember no empire has lasted forever.
I know you won’t hear me, as I didn't
But one day you will know it, as I did.
And now when my spirit is struggling 
To leave this world and its hardships, 
My destiny still whispers to me cruelly
The time is not yet… Not Yet!

Last and wait

Starting in the eyes, the dreams
end underfoot, 
there the river lies still without the bridge.
It'd take centuries to build the muddy path
walking with the air and wind; 
Time goes beyond me
And I am the solitary voyager
far behind you; 
Holding on to the residual stores
of my life, 
I wait for the moment standing
on the farthest point of the expansion
when the universe shrinks back.
The shadow of the night gets
terrified seeing the pointed
flame of the lamp.
The pavilion of the sky looks small, and
the light is more abundant than my heart.
But, the distances
are not longer than the
circles of the dreams; 
In the divine seasons
when the stars blossom
like flowers; and
the butterflies flit around
the sun-fire, then
your moon like phizog
will appear on the
branches of the eternal dusk
If you have the spirit
to last and wait, 
then, with a new pact
of the rudiments
I will come for you! 

White rose story

When the stony silence
Becomes a shadow
Of internal monologues
And loneliness peeps out
Of door apertures....
Don't write a word! 
When evening
Heavy with sorrow
Descends from the roof-tops
Sterile scenes play hide and seek
On paths coming from afar
And eyes placed on cornices
Gather dust of dreams....
Don't write a word! 
When letters that spell
Yours name and my name
Get moth-eaten
And words suffocate to death
In closeted books of our lives
A story
You ought to write then
Without a word in it! 

You need the Key ..!!

We’re all in one, and one the same, 
Nothing more and nothing less, 
Life is nothing but a test, 

Temptations of the flesh devour
Our souls when we're always asking,
Wanting for more. appreciation is the key,
The way to set the daemon free,
And love, love will always find a way,
Madness ensues, chaos pursues,
Your heart lies broken,
With every promise you ever made
The foundations laid,
Your dues are paid
You've made the decisions you have made.
Now what is left for this old soul ?
Slipping into the void.
winner or loser .. in my life dictionary
Appreciation is the key,

Something called ... Love

I've been wasted 
I've been smashed 
I've been fried 
I've gone and bashed 
I've been to parties 
And I've been high 
I've soared like a kite 
As high as the sky 
But nothing can compare 
To life's natural high 
It feels so good 
I've waved the drugs good-bye 
It fills you up 
It makes you whole 
It always repairs you 
And heals your damaged soul 
It makes you feel 
Like you're floating high above 
It makes you wanna go away 
And fly around like a dove 
Nothing on Earth 
Can even come close 
It makes you lose 
All your worries and woes 
It makes you wanna give hatred 
One gigantic shove 
Do you know what it is 
It's something called love

Silences into the moonlight

once the shadow fills the sky
and the moon has risen up so high
a wolf wanders alone
escaping its lips is a lonely howel

racing across the frozen earth
searching for loves rebirth
paw pinks as far as they go
as it travels through ic and snow
alone and still this silent night
fill a moon light with a howl
beginning at the dull
moonlight