It takes me years
to go to nowhere
I've been waiting
for the moonlight
to wrap me up
for the sunshine
to burn me up
but I can't let go
the pain of not wanting
a revenge on the
sight of deity goddess.

What we ought to know is something that we will never know.
Sofia
Sofia
Feb 19

if i believed in the afterlife
it wouldn’t be heaven
living amongst the splendor of a thousand cherubim
it would be the sublime human experience in the body of another
it would be the complete disregard of time and scope of morality
it would be the neglect of every supposed biblical truth
that is, if i believed in the afterlife
and the things is - i don’t
i believe in life after death and life after death and life after death
i believe in the decomposition of bodies through which we loved in
i believe in the rotting of flesh through which we hurt in
i pay no heed to claims of nirvana, to the myths of elysium
i believe in the eternal succession of kings by peasants
i believe in the slow hum of human hearts beating century after century
i believe in life beginning once again
i believe in the simultaneous harmony
of a baby’s cry at a veteran’s passing
i believe in wonder that transcends time
i believe in glory that pursues all human life
i believe in life, this one and the next

The fields roll gold
against the emerald
and violet edges
of dusk creeping in
and I found you
under
an oak tree and
I took you in
while ravens watched
and there's nothing
like those
magic moments
of in between

I saw the fog
roll in
like a dream,
cold and cozy
against my parents
blue beach house,
a shabby thing
in
a shabby little sea town
and I watched
tea steam
against the glass
and heard boats calling
and I
know I'm safe
but the dinner dad made
is
disgusting

The night owl
comes to take me home
and I'm longing
for some sense of
belonging
but she
wraps those broom-bloom
wings around me
and suddenly
I
am so afraid to fly
because when I open eyes
into bright lights
I know
I'll forget
what it means to die.

A patchwork in every sense of the word
Enandin
Enandin
Feb 13

Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles

Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles

He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles

Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles

When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles

A little known song written by George Harrison in India and almost recorded by the Beatles but not quite. All sorts of lessons here.
Farosty
Farosty
Jan 28

Every day I am reincarnated.
I am inspired by something or I lose complete interest in another.
I fall in love with an idea, a concept, a person.
But I give up. I am defeated. I lose hope in something other.

Every day I learn a lesson
and I am surrounded by my teachers.

I throw yesterday away in search for tomorrow.
I care less about tomorrow if the past brings back sorrows.

I cover my eyes if it is too bright.
To the darkness I bring light.

Because I am only a spirit in the body of a man
and every day I am born again.

#man   #mind   #soul   #body   #spirit   #spirituality   #growth   #reincarnation   #birth   #farosty  
Ari White
Ari White
Jan 12

last night i killed a cat
he attacked me at the home in my head
was reincarnated into a duck
then followed me around
this has to do with you and me
and i think i want you dead

LeV3e
LeV3e
Jan 6

Another day in the life
A shadow cast upon the earth
Cold atmosphere caresses your skin
Warm blood is the gift of birth
Iron flavor coats your tongue
Swallow the cum, for the next of kin
Begins again, and again, until
You learn life's final lesson.

A matter of life, reduced to a theory of strings
existing in the here and now, but tied to other things

Bindings immortal, dimension-ally unsound
part memory and heart, not anchored in the ground

Explained reincarnation, thoughts passed around
existing in the present and the past, and to the future, bound

A miasma of creation, strung memories in time
attaching different strings, a recycling of the mind

Racing down the byways, of the consciousness and soul
a car upon the highway, just a part, striving to be whole

If ya are to believe mathematicians, strings cross time, space, and travel inter-dimension-ally. This would explain past memory experiences as well as provide groundwork for reincarnation, and how an eternal soul could exist.
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Atul Kaushal
Atul Kaushal
Dec 17, 2016

Beyond the limits of life,
Born again shall be our love,
Again and yet again.

Swear you did the oath,
Swore you a pledge of love,
In that ancient time.

Do not dare you forget,
Direct me does the pledge,
Wait for you forever.

So do not you worry,
Sweet seems this sweat,
As I work up to you.

I will never mind it,
If you happen to move,
On & on in the life.

Long I waited for it,
Longer than eons I did,
To meet you again.

So I do not mind it,
Some more rebirths it took,
To finally achieve you.

HP Poem #1330
©Atul Kaushal
 
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