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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