| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 3:23:10 PM | deeply searching
still
souls
for inspiration
I have none
they have much
in their "monotony" (THEY say)
day
to
day
I catch a glimpse
when i speak
to you. | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 4:57:26 PM | mmmmmy... reality is so complex. i'm lost wondering of what is real. i think we all are. and it shows.
hamazing... i agree. we are thankful to awake. if only to thereby embrace the ones we love.
ravincause... meditation is the key. the mind takes us on journey after journey. this reality is the true reality, so i am told.
sunior... truly a mystic at heart... in soul. this immediately came to my mind when reading your poems.
ash.i.am... a great deal to be said in the name. and indeed, the love and friendship of a companion is quite refreshing. | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:03:02 PM | But what if this journey isn’t true reality?
One day we will wake up from a stupefied trance
And everything will change to black and white
It will just fall on us that giant crater
Cracking open the egg that has seeped in our illusion
So what if this is just some weird experiment
Everyone is an advanced induced dream
Where the colours all seem to swirl into a huge pool
Of nothingness and even the mantra we were given
Refuses to work any more
What if? | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:12:40 PM | | ^^^^^^^^^ then autumn, i will once again take my vow to samsara. that is, i will again speak to the One, asking that i be allowed to infinitely return with the innate ability to unlock the vault of the soul; that i may thereafter continue my journey. whatever that journey may be. | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:16:18 PM | Upon the dagger
time shall fall,
bleeding precious seconds
till ticking death
perhaps near the ecstasy
of it's rhythm,
dying before it's chime
leaving panic in it's wake. | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:30:50 PM | | ^^^^ i hope that's not true, mandrake. i would like to believe that death as we know it is untrue. that is, i would like to believe that death is merely a crossing over and then returning, if need be. | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 5:35:37 PM | He always tells me it’s fade to black
And gets that prove me wrong look on his face
I’m not arguing physics or Shakespeare or anything
That I can’t prove
I just keep telling myself that if a little girl can go off
Into the unknown without me and the seasons keep revolving
Around us like a huge poster for eternity
And my heart keeps telling me that life has always been a puzzle
And I am not keen on putting together intricate pieces or sewing
Things together but I can get lost into the picture
There just has to be something more on another level
Or are we humans just so full of our own mortality
That we can’t accept a finite world? | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1483 | |
| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/28/2008 7:01:41 PM | In times of deep darkness
hard light with such harm
Such a place cannot be
Infinity to me!
Lives live in this bleeding
Make best of all seething
horror amidst needing
blindness wreaking
havoc pain
Tell me not in vain
Another world bestows
Love above all this sorrow
It is waiting to redeem
those of us
needing another life
seek
you
shall
find! | |
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Render
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 1484 | |
| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/29/2008 12:41:16 AM | Clouded vision
Misty ghosts filter in and out of view
Fogged delusion
Will o' wisps play tricks upon my mind
Light diffused
Stumbling through the fog of memories
Thought confused
Like whispers of sanity confined
Distorted judgment
Cling to hope in the face of misery
Faded pigment
The truest blue slides to the gray of time
- Haze - | |
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| somewhere outside the illusion
Posted: 2/29/2008 3:30:27 PM | Clouded whispers form a dream
Trickle water running stream
Forming sand and sculpting life
Cutting darkness tempered knife
Future’s illusion crept in minds
Of the visions it unwinds
Carried deep within our soul
Until the end we now will shoal
Waiting patiently for an instance
Of conclusion’s wondered brilliance
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1486 | |
| Classic trip
Posted: 2/29/2008 8:48:14 PM | Standing still
running hard
Still the same
which part?
Eyes meet
hearts skip
once
or twice
Hips
heart , lips
stutter
Shit!
What is the
cure, got it made
Love is pure
stinks sometimes.
Maybe just mine! | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/1/2008 9:29:34 AM | ^^^^^^^^^ then autumn, i will once again take my vow to samsara. that is, i will again speak to the One, asking that i be allowed to infinitely return with the innate ability to unlock the vault of the soul; that i may thereafter continue my journey. whatever that journey may be.
There in lies your courage to want to return ....
It's a good thing the heart is a muscle
for every time it's torn
it rebuilds ... bigger and stronger
allowing the desire to return
to do it all again
better next time
or so we think ....
forever hoping we are correct in our thoughts.
In learning ...
thoughts can get turned upside down
The heart once again spills the blood
mending, rebuilding yet again .... endlessly
Sometimes an end is prayed for ......
Not today, but sometimes.  | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/1/2008 10:18:59 AM | “There just has to be something more on another level”
Autumn: The above truly sums it up. And unfortunately, it is the case that we may in our calculations be wrong. Nevertheless, we are only left to believe in something; and that something must be larger and more hope filled than that that we see.
Mmmmmy:
“seek
you
shall
find!”
How frightening this is! Because it says so much! If it is true that we become that which we meditate upon, and if it’s true that that which we psychically believe in, we thus empower, this lends a great deal of credence to Quantum Physics, and also to the theory which places its emphasis upon the Law of Attraction. That is, we are the composers and thus the authors of our existence.
Render:
“Light diffused
Stumbling through the fog of memories
Thought confused
Like whispers of sanity confined”
The above jumped out at me. For some reason I believe that I can understand this. It shows a lot of understanding. I truly enjoyed the whole poem.
Triplebp:
“Clouded whispers form a dream
Trickle water running stream
Forming sand and sculpting life
Cutting darkness tempered knife
Future’s illusion crept in minds
Of the visions it unwinds
Carried deep within our soul
Until the end we now will shoal
Waiting patiently for an instance
Of conclusion’s wondered brilliance”
Indeed! Only the end will actually make clear the entirety of the journey. I hope to remember it all.
123goodluck:
“It's a good thing the heart is a muscle
for every time it's torn
it rebuilds ... bigger and stronger
allowing the desire to return
to do it all again
better next time
or so we think ....
forever hoping we are correct in our thoughts.
In learning ...
thoughts can get turned upside down
The heart once again spills the blood
mending, rebuilding yet again .... endlessly
Sometimes an end is prayed for ......
Not today, but sometimes.”
I’ve come to believe that we each at one time spoke Spirit to Spirit with the Ultimate Source of Reality. During this dialogue, I believe that we all either were appointed our destiny, or we each ask’d for a particular infinite existence. That is, at this point in space, we each were omniscient; and thus, nothing was secret from us; and thus, we made decisions that were all encompassing of the facts as we knew them then. Therefore, we are present here to eventually unlock while on this plain, in order to accomplish something on a grander scale. But I do realize that many asked to eventually exit the cycle. That is, many pleaded to eventually escape. But others decided to return, time and again. | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 1:19:04 PM | I do know of the asking
and the strength of conviction
willing to bring more than what you take
leaving parts of yourself behind
because you can never run dry ----
Never ask why .... just know. | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 4:46:15 PM | | ^^^^^^^^^^^indeed! that is what we know. and still, i investigate the truth. and so do we all. | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 5:43:49 PM | You've got to have "night vision"
Before you can see clearly in the light
Light leads
l i n g e r s
Slips between toes and fingers
Stops your heart
gives u life
May shine now..
But there's always the knife...
In the drawer, on right,
Where the lessons lie
But there is no drawer, lesson, life, knife
Assimilation of growth and strife
..if there is no "know"
..if there is no "Why?" | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 6:54:31 PM | Vertigo round
patterns of sound draw us to a dance long before our feet ever move
chaos yields a space to anything intense enough to hold the ground
Rhythm is a marker made to map the last and next moment
tempo changes but finds emotion in the repetition of the range
seeking inspiration makes us listen to more than our own breathing
seeing past a reflection, turning will to finding a way.. to turn
senses blend before and after into the matching of motion and mind
this learning to walk is a bit*h | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 6:57:32 PM | | insight is a blessing.. thanks to all who share | |
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| Classic trip
Posted: 3/2/2008 8:47:34 PM | Learning to walk slows me down this dancing
my feet were born to play.
Each step a catch of the body
in its fall to gravity.
Arms of the Mother push back
undulatingly with her impressive funk
pulse connects this woman to the sky.
Leela or maya, two step grace in sun.
This free will hops and gyrates
round illusion like sound weaving vibration
into worlds the color of light. Alight,
crawl, roll, stumble or leap to liberation. | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/2/2008 9:15:31 PM | sramana—
in stream wings to awakening—
feeling trsna within her spirit-vein, where
superknowledge grips the third-eye.
and through her soul
we all enter into srotapanna.
is it all pratitya-samutpada?
is this the causation of existence?
my heart thumps.
bless-ed art we
to feel the ghost move.
It is more than energy!
It alivens the heart;
magnifies the countenance;
entrances the psyche;
and motions the (self)
through mazes of dhyana
within depth the ultimate (Self).
It is all we have seen.
It is all we have felt.
It is you. | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/2/2008 9:30:57 PM | Ash. I. AM.*
“You've got to have "night vision"
Before you can see clearly in the light.”
The entire poem is spirit and psyche filled. The above lines reached out and grabbed me. Indeed! We mustn't allow the dark to engulf us. We must dig therein and cull out the treasures. Only then will we have light.
Transcend.*
“senses blend before and after into the matching of motion and mind.”
This is deep and enigmatic. Sounds like something a Buddhist would say. And it still has me thinking.
Happy Durga.* The goddess. The warrior. The Mother. Invincible creativity. And so much more.
This poem is beautiful.
“his free will hops and gyrates
round illusion like sound weaving vibration”
In truth! ^^So much was there said. and the undulations continue to voltage through us. | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/2/2008 9:48:32 PM | Pieces of reality.
Through—
And up to
Divinity—
She chants through us,
Resounding to the angels
Her song.
And they hold every melody;
As does a child grip for the face
The first time. How precious
Such a touch… the rush of
Nirguna Brahman,
Directly to the heart. | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/3/2008 4:39:28 PM | human vanity = insanity
I read the scientific news
I look to winking stars
revealing clues
but they glow on
enigmatic, abstruse
hiding in plain sight
a recent find
the universe approximates
a bubble
hmmm
the trouble with that
is bubbles pop
we'll never get the drop
on this
perhaps we live
in bliss
while many uncountable
light years ago
already some witnessed
the end of the show
with the speed of light
how would we know?
and when we look at stars
flung far and wide
it boggles to imagine
some have died
so really what contains reality
what is
or what we still perceive to see?
or is our universe
inside a sphere
that hangs as decoration
on a tree
or pendant worn
around the neck
of all we dream to be?
LS 03/03/08
a new poetry game
you might like this naive, you use a word of your choice in a poem....abstruse was mine, thought I'd start with A... ;-D | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/3/2008 8:37:08 PM | yesterday, i died
trinity died with me
to begin again with
sincerity in this
plane: earthly, delightful,
only frightful
if i fall to forgetful but
I preserve the rite
to God in form, formless, informed.
Only Me, only. | |
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| prajna
Posted: 3/3/2008 8:43:48 PM | today i died when
sun broke its light
across the expanse of
my tongue
brought forth this
Goddess Gayatri to
burn the fork from
the end of my words
purification, tapas in-
ternal warmth abides in-
side by side with sound
offering Om offering up
up and in and up
spiral round susumna
land a thousand petal-
times offering Om
offering up surya, up
becomes Om when death
dies today when
words brought forth this
action.
Om nama sivaya, sivaya om namah | |
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