The process - meditation

my thoughts are lying fallow
in the river running shallow
everything moving slow
I am learning to let go,

not easy though
I know one day I will let go
thoughts that flow and follow.


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WAR - Memory Diary History

Though dusty and worn out

Teardrops touched the book

Teardrops touched the book

Though old and torn;

Those contents sprinkled across

Dotted the pages with words of war

And, story of coagulated blood began

Where bonds strewn apart;

Shrieking sounds of mortal mortars

Killed many seconds before the mortal fury

What is then left of humankind?

But, tears that tears apart the wound of the heart.

Teardrops touched the book

As history passed by the peaceful brook

The old man reads and reread the story of thorny war

Without flipping the pages, the old man torn by memory;

Only tears a consolation for the agonizing mind

Puncturing the pressure in this uncanny exposure

Allowing voice of sorrow to drip down the cheeks

But, the coagulated blood is still thicker than all of war.

Wisdom sought answers not in hurry

Nor counseling provides the necessary

Shadows of painful death marked the conscience

Whether memory or nightmare, the decades roll by silently.

Teardrops touched the book

As the vagaries of mind rendered a play

Harrowing story of the sorrowful diary

Of the memory, the only thing the old man has to live with;

Strange world passes by daily

Least worrying about things beyond the walls

The old man speaks in language of the emotion

His voice forever muted by the senseless war.

And, his teardrops touched the book, again,

The last teardrops of his story, 

now

A history.

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I am the spirit

I don’t belong to blood and flesh alone

Unto the vast subtlety of spirit I reign ever

I am all

divided into five

Ether

Earth

Fire

Water

Air

Experienced by mind

Fearing nothing will be mine

Thinking all are mine

Before attempting to realize

I am but the vast subtlety of spirit

Inconceivably greater than words of power

I know knowing is superficial

when the everlasting  dawn

experience blooms

I am but the vast subtlety of spirit

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Sleepless night

The night beckons my sleep 

Leaving me, my sleep travels deep into the night

Sleepless I am rolling on my bed;

Reveling the darkness

I am floating dreamless

For my eyes speaks of nothing but darkness;

A mythical night with mystical intensity

Painted with a mysterious color,

Moments bygone dance merrily.

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Turmoil

I undo the knots and the net disappear
I remain stark naked - disentangled;
Sensing my naturalness
Breeze cantered across the meadow to embrace me,

Until I started weaving another net
My thoughts speedily filled the groove of my being.

Chaos ensued.
.

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Liveliness

Salubrious vibes

Ebb away cascading laziness.

In bed covered with blanket

Awake

With eyes closed!

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This moment

Has there ever been a moment like this moment? Nay!
‘tis this moment we light the fire and cook our meals
‘tis this moment we share our tears of joy and sorrow
‘tis this moment the most powerful, eternally powerful
Amidst all else.

‘tis the moment we embrace our life with lively breathings
And this is the moment we stride around with various paces
Moving forward and backward searching for something
Something that we lost in the past or something we dream of,
But, yet to come.

Has there ever been a moment like this moment? Nay!
‘tis the moment I comb my hair till it drops
‘tis the moment I check my face to count the wrinkles
‘tis the moment I realize growing old is nice,
Yes, this is the moment.

This is the moment we embrace our life with lively breathings
And this is the moment we stride with various paces
‘tis the moment we feel the oneness between humankind
‘tis the moment we wipe each others tears,
The reality so illusive.

The rush for tomorrow’s unseen dreams
Execute today’s realistic life,
The erasure of the bygone past
Rewritten many times on illusory notes,
Hardly many live this moment of truth.

Has there ever been a moment like now? Nay
‘tis this moment we light the fire and cook our meals
‘tis this moment we say the food taste good
‘tis this moment we quench our thirst.


Ask our senses, all will cohesively agree

‘tis this moment.



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Song of nativity

Native melodies that penetrate my heart

Spurts bliss instead of blood

I am filled for the day,

Spiritually.

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The chant across the wind

Crossing the ocean of winds
My chant hunt for Thy grace
Where is the Omnipresence, I know not
Unbeknown to me, my chant always goes on.
In the silence of the moonless night
My chants penetrate the contemplative deafness,
The thunderous thumping thunder and lightning
Beyond all that, my chant continues tenderly.


A smile within my heart
Twitched my lips left and right
I think I am seeing someone within
Trying to reach out from beyond the needs.
The subtle whispers of the eternal warrior
Slipped away with a dance so swift
As illusive as You are, I know You are right here
As the undercurrent of my breathes as I chant.


Trapped under the rubble of egotism
I am trampled by hubristic waves of life
But, I know I am not forsaken by You
Your embrace from my heart still warm and soothing.
As I limit my divisive vision to pieces
You are there, You are here
But, the moment I glimpsed a fraction of You,
You are everywhere; I know you are everywhere,


The experience slipped again
Remnant of shadow too 
disappearing.


Never mind
Nothing eternal, but You.




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Stillness on the stilts

Stillness on the stilts
Thus life is so to speak,
Peaceful it renders the breathe
A sudden shake breaks the synchrony,
Miffed by changes unwanted
Mind stir the stillness awhile.

A shaken stilt a risky meet
Stillness on the stilts
Thus life is.

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spreading the wings..

Obliterating the senses

I liquefy unto existence;

An experiential reality

I wonder of probability

The experience I chanced, again.

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That power to be

the might of typhoon

ousted me not;

but, the gentleness of breeze

succumbs my being softly;

in reverie it unravels the truth hidden

that gentleness embraces power,

intertwined with evolution

a silent volution of time

that everything becoming unbecomingness.

a revolution speedily done by hasty move

hardly seen nor felt by all that moves,

but in glimpses of mindfulness

gentleness tells the story of strength,

gently.

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Hypocrisy

Callous humanity
Denigrative intention
A flag of loyalty with missiles and torpedoes
All in the name of love and peace.

The lions smile cynically
And elephants into ballroom dance
Strange indeed ways of man
They’re civilized ones - b’coz they kill with love.


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Ossification

Intellectually ossified

Humankind blunted all around,

A tree dead and dry

In a deserted heart.

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If God becomes my master

If God becomes my master
I would stand within
rooted to the core of my being.

Do I have a direction to turn to? Nay!
Because everywhere His reign speaks distinctly
His face appears invisibly
His voice speaks in silence
His presence is the marked creation.

An inward revolution is all I need
For an evolution
And immersion in His omnipresence,

My Lord, Grant me Thy compassion.

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Apparition

The shadow of senses

Betray us.

With faith

We dwell defending God

Betraying humanity.                      

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