06/05/2012
The particle sublime:
It is a morning bestowed with a smile from the sun.
I am awake to see the sun and it's steps and turns.
Sun had Venus at it's door that had passed the sun's glaze,
giving the sun a rotation fun and the pun.
Sun, Venus, and "the others"
like human imaginations are on a planetary scroll
mapping the universe as it comes and goes.
Planetary scrolls are the folds of life.
Depth of ocean, and the heights of mountains
are life's play of darkness, surface, and the light.
Life is racing and pacing the planetary sight,
moving and stopping at the same time.
Life is not dancing though it may look like.
Life is neither happy nor sad though it may feel like.
Looks and feels are the momentary blips and slips
in planetary clips roasting and coasting the moments of
delights and sadness of minds, making illusions of all kind.
Life is no mystery to life.
Mysteries are the carvings of minds,
the made up minds of thoughts and rhymes.
Life is no mystery to life.
Life is one and all, the particle sublime.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The Rules of Universe
The rules and the laws of universe are in constant change.
The rules and the laws of human "laws" remain the same.
The rules of human "laws" are the games in living escapade
to gain power to control, to fool, to school, and to rule.
Gods are made, wars are raged
to keep the humanity controlled and insane
wrapped in religiosity and it's ritual game.
The rules of universe are in constant change.
The rules of human "laws" remain the same.
Why it is so?
So, I thought,
pondered,
wondered, and
then I found.
There was no surprise in here and now.
It is all the minds game,
the mind that has been played by human laws, and it's game.
The rules and the laws of human "laws" remain the same.
The rules of human "laws" are the games in living escapade
to gain power to control, to fool, to school, and to rule.
Gods are made, wars are raged
to keep the humanity controlled and insane
wrapped in religiosity and it's ritual game.
The rules of universe are in constant change.
The rules of human "laws" remain the same.
Why it is so?
So, I thought,
pondered,
wondered, and
then I found.
There was no surprise in here and now.
It is all the minds game,
the mind that has been played by human laws, and it's game.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Moments
06/02/2012
There is a life after every life's claim.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
Seek no gain or fame.
Free your soul from the universe, and it's reign.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Oh, solitude how you ease the pain, and
free the mind to think and feel again.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Sun rises every day never to blink.
Moon stays the course
in a planetary game.
Plains mold the living.
Mountain rise to free the stream.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
There is a life after every life's claim.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
Seek no gain or fame.
Free your soul from the universe, and it's reign.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Oh, solitude how you ease the pain, and
free the mind to think and feel again.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Sun rises every day never to blink.
Moon stays the course
in a planetary game.
Plains mold the living.
Mountain rise to free the stream.
Ocean runs with all it's fill,
never to stop to thunder or rain.
There is a life after every life's claim.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Life's Juggles
Life is what is imagined,
a work of mind so I thought.
The imagination rhymes became
thoughts to grind, and make jokes of all time.
The feel,
the reel,
the squeal,
the control,
the mold,
the creation, and
the destruction
are the works of mind.
There is no reason.
There is no rhyme.
It is all play of mind.
A feel,
a reel,
a squeal,
a control,
a mold,
a creation, and
a destruction
comes to rhyme, and shine,
the juggles of mind.
Justified,
rationalized,
commercialized
to control, and
to exploit the resource of all kind
including the human kind, and
it's mind...the irony of all time.
It's juggle, the imagination......
a making of human mind.
a work of mind so I thought.
The imagination rhymes became
thoughts to grind, and make jokes of all time.
The feel,
the reel,
the squeal,
the control,
the mold,
the creation, and
the destruction
are the works of mind.
There is no reason.
There is no rhyme.
It is all play of mind.
A feel,
a reel,
a squeal,
a control,
a mold,
a creation, and
a destruction
comes to rhyme, and shine,
the juggles of mind.
Justified,
rationalized,
commercialized
to control, and
to exploit the resource of all kind
including the human kind, and
it's mind...the irony of all time.
It's juggle, the imagination......
a making of human mind.
IT WAS A TIME NO OTHER THEN BUT OUR TIME
05/29/2012
There was a time when world's democracies became hostage,
the time of that time was no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Wars of extremists were raging.
Suicide bombers and drones were the killing machines.
The rule of laws were turning to extreme.
Religious pulpits, senates, and parliaments ideologues were becoming one and the same.
The forms and the shades of colors differed but the paths were alike in the dangerous game.
The rush for control of minds, and the control of planetary resource had taken a new shape
in the name of democracy and freedom game.
The waring dark clouds surrounded.
Democracies were wrapped and bound in leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths.
Senseless rules of sounds were all around.
The time of that time was no other then but our time.
A time that had shaped the greed into a new high.
It was a consuming time.
It was a polluting time.
It was an Internet time.
It was a prosperous time.
At the same time poverty was at it's new height.
It was an ironic time.
It was no other then but our time,
full of leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths
had given a new name of waring shame game.
Due process, and the habeas corpus were put aside.
Indefinite detention was in the air.
Plutocracies were ruling the "democracies".
It was a time no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
There was a time when world's democracies became hostage,
the time of that time was no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Wars of extremists were raging.
Suicide bombers and drones were the killing machines.
The rule of laws were turning to extreme.
Religious pulpits, senates, and parliaments ideologues were becoming one and the same.
The forms and the shades of colors differed but the paths were alike in the dangerous game.
The rush for control of minds, and the control of planetary resource had taken a new shape
in the name of democracy and freedom game.
The waring dark clouds surrounded.
Democracies were wrapped and bound in leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths.
Senseless rules of sounds were all around.
The time of that time was no other then but our time.
A time that had shaped the greed into a new high.
It was a consuming time.
It was a polluting time.
It was an Internet time.
It was a prosperous time.
At the same time poverty was at it's new height.
It was an ironic time.
It was no other then but our time,
full of leaders colorful words of duplicitous mouths
had given a new name of waring shame game.
Due process, and the habeas corpus were put aside.
Indefinite detention was in the air.
Plutocracies were ruling the "democracies".
It was a time no other then but our time, and
we were sleep walking in our acculturated minds
being robbed by extremists rhymes.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
THINKING IS A NOMADIC GAME
05/27/2012
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
it moves, and never remains the same.
think and create a class.
think and call it a master race.
think and call it a chosen one's face.
think and wage wars.
think and create bombs.
think and consume.
think and pollute.
think and lie to rule.
think and intellectualize, and
pray to gods.
this is what nomades do
when they are lost in space.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
think to be.................
to feel the simmering breeze,
to hear the roaring ocean,
to see the flowering plains, and
the mountain streams.
think, think, and think
to be a free nomadic being,
if it is to be not an egocentric,
consuming, polluting, killing machine.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
it moves, and never remains the same.
think and create a class.
think and call it a master race.
think and call it a chosen one's face.
think and wage wars.
think and create bombs.
think and consume.
think and pollute.
think and lie to rule.
think and intellectualize, and
pray to gods.
this is what nomades do
when they are lost in space.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
think to be.................
to feel the simmering breeze,
to hear the roaring ocean,
to see the flowering plains, and
the mountain streams.
think, think, and think
to be a free nomadic being,
if it is to be not an egocentric,
consuming, polluting, killing machine.
thinking is a nomadic game.
it comes in varied size and shape.
Friday, May 25, 2012
NIGHT
5/22/2012
It is night.
Silence rules......until
the drops of rain
bring a new mix
into the night's reign.
It is night.
Silence to regain the mind and heart.
No renderings.
Just the drops of rain
breaking the silence.
Forest remains calm.
It is night.
No thoughts, and
no troughs are in sight.
It is night,
cultivating minds
particles
with the rain drops
to awaken
the living
sleep walks in sublime.
It is night.
Silence rules......until
the drops of rain
bring a new mix
into the night's reign.
It is night.
Silence to regain the mind and heart.
No renderings.
Just the drops of rain
breaking the silence.
Forest remains calm.
It is night.
No thoughts, and
no troughs are in sight.
It is night,
cultivating minds
particles
with the rain drops
to awaken
the living
sleep walks in sublime.
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