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Thousand petal city on fire,
What was old is burned to the ground,
old walls of conditioning broken down,
a new city of feminimity waiting to arise,
hands to the ground, ready to plow,
but pain is part of the process,
the shackles cannot be unlocked,
they must be shattered,
freedom isn't confined in the psyche,
real freedom is felt in the body,
that's why we dance, sing and recite poetry,

A new age, a new perspective,

Once the physical process has begun,
the body feels light,
filled with life,
then you start to realize,
god isn't a search but a realization,
the only real sin is condemnation,
the first step is the last,
the understanding of time will come to pass,
the only way is to act,
scriptures are useless unless transformation has taken place,
then you'll know that it takes patience not time,
because time is a race and patience is the ability to be
still at one place,
and soon hunger and thirst will not bother.
real food and drink comes from whispers of the father,
once you realize the god in you,
nothing else can substitute,
money, power sex and fame were once seen as the absolute,
philosophical and intellectual inquiries can bring proofs,
but they don't amount to the sweetest juice from his smallest fruit...

Living in time

Perception enlarged to a full scope,
not zoomed in like a microscope,
infinite rhymes, I can see that,
swimming in it, I can feel that,
words are abundant like salt in the ocean,
extend my hand and extract salt from the potion,
similar to words dissolved in the mind,
they say seek and you shall find,
one way to God is to sharpen the mind,
once it is sharp only then can you turn it off,
a broken compass can only get you lost,

The mind is like a knife,
a sharp knife cuts nothing,
a dull knife cuts everything,
the sharpest of minds are the quiet and patient,
always in a state of meditation,
always in a state of nothing,
one with the global mind,
sipping from the well of life,
resurrecting all of my past lives,
whether buddha, krishna or christ,
krishnamurti or patanjali,
I tap into all of them..

Yoga

The first time I did yoga,

laying in savasana,

supine posture very relaxed,

it was a different feeling, 

like I plunged into a state of dreaming,

but still very alert and awake,

well at least that is how it felt,

It was as if my soul collapse,

my nervous system shut down and relaxed,

as if the past present and future was scratched out and detached,

my mental state was like the people, it was so taxed, 

but now I know time so everytime I am relaxed,

I see the breakdown of time,

if the past is the seed, then the present is the fruit,

the burdens of the past weigh in on the present juice,

that is why you are never present the present, 

Now the future,  this is a hard truth to get used to,

the habits are birthed in the past and blossom into the present 

and modified into your future, 

the present is the future,

the past is the present,

this is why I cannot express it simply in one sentence,

this is where words are irrelevant,

I have just drowned in the pool of my own essence, 

infinite memory bank like an elephant,

Words are like gloves, and this is where they come off,

but of course, the words never do,

that is why the words never come to you,

the I is still alive, the 'you' doesn't exist,

the separation mechanism is a myth,

this is where the subject and object drifts,

drifts into one movement, 

so that there is no movement,

the words is like music, so just move to it,

the world is changing, how do you change with it,and now you can see

Nameless

If God is the water, I am the faucet,

If He is the ocean, then I am only but a fraction of a drop of water,

If He is the brightest star, then I am but a flicker of a match

If I shine, I am the light bulb, but He is the electricity that flows through me,

effortlessly, with ease, connected to the source, an experience that cannot be bought,

or sold, more glory than all the porcelain and marble at the market place that you may marvel,

If I am the the sweet fruit, then He is the garden, if you taste me, then you taste a piece of Him,

He gave us the greatest gift, the present, eternally bound in his essence, swimming in the

bliss of his abundant presence, if you enjoy my presence, then it is because He is there

Part and parcel of the infinite energy that manifests through you and me,

He is the energy that moves the sun and the moon,

In prayer, he speaks to us in subtle voices of a flute,

If I move, it is because his hand moves,

I'm always in Joy and Bliss, because He keeps me amused,

If I smile, its because he shapes my lips like a boat,

Always at peace, because he surrounds me like a moat,

If I laugh, he gives me breathe to do so,

I am in a good mood, it is because He is,

Balance

Searching a meaning in suffering, sinking deep into the pool, into the dark lake, searching for something, something deep in the abyss, leaving happiness for a moment, sleeping in the cave of desires, lying in winter's bed, frozen but still warm, a tiny pin ray of light, like a thread of cloth in a dark room, waiting for the passing of winters doom, awaiting the light of spring, the darkness dusted away like dandruff, callus heels from walking on ground that is rough, understanding the meaning of pain and joy, not questioning it but learning from it, knowing that perception has many edges like an uncut blood diamond, in this day and age we need a larger scope, a bigger paint brush, the canvas got bigger, the permutations are endless, zodiac signs everywhere, unevoled not giving a care, but the balance must come back, too much tugging and pulling, not enough giving and sharing, the balance must return, only the perfect combination, the avatar, the balance.

Desire

It seemed like it was all planned, farmed humans, cattle raised and fed, and led into the belief that we all can make it, but of course the pay off is debt, what a twisted world, and we are all in a twirl, lost in the emptiness of these materials, a rush of the moment, only to be forgotten in the dust of the shelves, a promise of a generation, led to a destruction of another, with everybody fighting for the last scraps, the students are the ones that get it bad, the future, the mover, the grower, the family, all delayed by the shackles of debt, and it is next to death, universities have become a business, while people stay ignorant of its true meaning, they do not educate but rather filter out and leave the rest at the gate, professors recycle and reciprocate philosophies that segregate, in truth they repeat what has been done to them, a filtering process, but no one really sees, no one really wants to know, they just turn a blind eye to the seeds that they've sown, watching the bad apples grow, ask them the truth and all they say is cold words, heart frozen from dead principles, programmed answers, but I still stay strong a midst of the storm, even when there seems to be no hope, lighting the dope fire, day by day eliminating desire..

Moving through the frequencies

Moving through life with the speed of light, not noticing all the miscues, late dues, fixation on perfection has me on the edge, staring at the life in front of me, mechanical, that's not for me, a life of poetry, in my mind I see the shore, reality is keeping score, the real world is tangible but it is still worthwhile to let your imagination run wild, in a place where intelligence is second, rigidity comes first, what is it worth, seeds that grow to be ignorant and deaf, starring at the pool of material consciousness, on a hot day, it begs me to take a dip, swim around a little bit, then I take a dive, a dip then turned into a full out swim, next thing you know, you're all wrinkled, full of chlorine, but thats what life is, read between the lines man, don't get caught up in misery, negativity, it is not a part of me, but it is everywhere, even in the eyes of farmers that plant seeds, with all that shit, I still stay positive, I keep that flame in my heart, it burns like a phoenix in a cave, my dreams marinate while I sleep, and when I wake, one day, I will have my cake, eat it and reminisce about the struggles, how my feet were held to the fire, and how my thirst was quenched by a higher knowledge, so I stand on the edge between two mountains, choose which side my dreams are most certain, moving through life with new eyes, a new face, reinvigorated passion, that will never die, a midst a snow storm,

Exodus

It is hard to move on the road that is paved with more 'no's than 'yes', and just yesterday I was a child, now its 'what the hell am i going to do now', but everything is taken care of by the Eternal One, and I am the eternal son, so I dont really worry, I let the page turn, while time burns, money is spent and inflated, obesity is more mental than physical, divorced from the empty ritual, questioning the state of mind of soberiety , unhappiness' twin is axiety, take a closer look, then take your eyes out of the book, look out of the box into the farthest galaxies, then look back down to this insane reality, when people talk, we listen, listen like you were hearing the moans of the ocean, when I meditate I hear her, mother earth, I visit and greet ya, with the ganha as my horse, moving along life obstacle course, knowing everything is Gods and not mine, have you ever heard of denial, it is long and it runs deep like the nile, the more we have the blinded we are, using my herb as the light in the dark, then I use the light to read His word, then place the word in my heart and I let it burn, pass it onto others so they can learn, the secrets of life are in you, a life pulsating, full of vibrant colours, my dictionary doesn't contain the word 'speculation', the next word im working on is 'prejudice', I am in hell but preparing for my exodus

Ignorance

Sitting back, peeling away all the traditions, the mistranslations, miscalculation which lead to too many unwanted births, rebuild the philosophy of the church, reconstruct our value system before it really gets worse, a billion dollars in student debt, what a life, not even 30 yet, already got a mini mortgage debt, whatever happened to true education, whatever happened to expansion, why was ignorance allowed to spread? why do we have kids that grow to be parents that still think like kids, just speaking in vain, no entertainment, just sustainment, it is just a cylce, we can't run from it, is it my fault that I was born like this, how does it feel like to be brought up where your philosophies are trampled on, labelled a misfit, a lazy bum, but still not paying attention to them, they are ignorant and they've proved it, so I stay high, always keeping a different view in mind, cos I want to heal, they want to be rich and forget about everybody else, sick, sick, I can't have it, sent from God, fallen on the basket, resurrect with a hatchet, a mind full of intellectual gadgets

Big picture

Moving through life like an arrow from the eye of the sparrow, to a door that is so narrow, c'mon quick and follow, the educational system is full of hopes and wishes only to be skewed by the monetary system, infected minds teaching our kids, then the kids teach the next batch, they've got the kids even before they've hatched, and once they finally see the truth, they'll be buried, asking how did they become so stressed and worried, lines accumulating, blood pressure elevating, but if people only took time, instead of continuously digging in the mine, looking for weekly paychecks, they don't know it is taxed, that means your money is not yours and thats the fact, thats funny, businessmen and scientists, teachers, workers, lawyers, don't even know how sick the system is, look at it, unsustainable, the philosophies are ridiculous, and it all started from anger, then greed, then lust, like a weed planted amongst the seeds, confusion, mistrust, lies, the cycle repeats itself, they are land dwellers, elves, stuffed in their own internet fantasy, but truly, no one sees the bigger picture, no one cares to see...

Different view

Walking down the winding road, saying hello to strangers, misleading ideas, a life that was suffocated with lies, seeds growing to become rotten, faith and religion, have we forgotten, or is it only on sundays, what a big mistake, faith only for one day, following a path that leads only to unhappiness, foresight is really a gift, get a different view after the spliff, what is next, when 8 hours is spent next with the cousin of death, taking orders from the blind, lost, and ignorant, material pleasures melt in an instant, but who am I to speak, when my angle of view is meek, one dimension, but it pierces through the elements, a keen observant view of the everyday atoms and molecules, while we drift away into another day dream, followed by our daily work scheme, take a different view of the same picture and you'll notice that happiness is missing, forever wishing, chasing dreams that die in the blink of an eye, still swimming in the material pool, never aware of the natural rules, from karma no one is excused, mouth full of drool, hypnotized by the tv frequencies, walking up but the third eye still asleep

Reaching

Please tell me I'm wrong, and man when I admit it I'll sing the song, walk back that long, winding road, paying back my toll, but what about the future, when the engineering life looked for financially fruitful, but what is the use when you can't use your abilities to its extremities, exercise creativity, critical thinking, I guess we are just blinking and not getting the picture, life is obscure, irregular, some say it is a disease with no cure, where do I find comfort in bed full of doubts, negativity has to leave my mouth, lost and astray, pipe dreams left burnt in the ashtray, but I still stay strong, I am facing another storm, tearing through another norm, another level of the status quo, this time I am reaching for knowledge not the gold