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Kenshō Aug 2014
My face is bare and without distinction;
Yet, I embody all.
My clothes serve no vanity;
Yet, I impress.
My feet are as tough as bark;
I walk all paths.
My hands are gentle and subtle;
I do not interfere.
My mind is clear and empty like the skies;
Yet, clouds come and go.
hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
I am seated unified, lightly in the sky.
Separate from the devil and his grasping mind;
wishing for company, an angel left behind.

The mind makes distinctions
-here and there-
creating a desiring road of despair.

So I set out without a care,
Reaching to the mountains,
No belongings and shaved angel hair.
hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
Behold, in the creations
Of the Heavens and the Earth,
The disparity of night and day.
In the water which we sent
Down from the skies for
The benefit of mankind.

We scattered there in,
In the change,
In the clouds between
The Heavens and the Earth.
Here are the signs
For people who are wise.
hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
My tears are so confusing.
Have you ever cried for humanity?
Hoping that the vision of heaven is still alive?
Kenshō Aug 2014
I want my eyes to penetrate passed your make up.
Passed who you think you are and who you want me to see.
Who is it who wears this false claim?

Go ahead and look at the average life span of a human.
Now look at your age-
Now who are you?

Does your mask still conceal?
Or have you felt something deeper, stronger?
I'm tired of the words like human, love, hate.

Let's sit silent and look into
each others eyes
And see each other for the first time.
eh
Kenshō Aug 2014
Collective ant colonies construct
Extended power projected towards the stomping elephants.
Trembling troubling sounds break and pierce ear drums as something powerful is overthrown

Were you connected with timid purity or corrupted insecurities?
Controlling others and yearning for trickling gold or Spread love and know the truth is the same as what is told..

See behind closed eye lids where you see the universe is mind made.
Hearing and seeing truth not budging your view till it fades.

Alarms flare red walls as the boy awakens, seeing the city in flames.
Creaks of wooden floors as he makes his way outside compliments the popping fire sound.

Sirens whine; baby's love is torn by someone dark.
The dog gang is being attacked and the rebound effect is a loud bark.

Poems fighting for something clearly clearer -
Clearly clearer than destructive behavior creating painfully truthful mirrors.

Awakened entrapment. Aware of itself.
Ropes pull snug on the throat of the businessman and the ****.

Locked in a similar dorm.
Fighting cold to stay alive; yet, keeping each other warm..

Dynamic duo, filthy filled perceptions of each other create confusion!
Time alone and silent melodies clean the stained glass of your God's glasses.

So what is it now? The world infused with sound.
Continue down the path till a utopia is found..
Collective Measure
Kenshō Aug 2014
I wonder if I could climb a tree~
Climb closer to heaven + what I think it should be.
But is it found in heights or when you are grounded and inspired to fight?
That heavenly day can reach you in so many ways.
Between + under the forest trees,
In tune with the bird's songs, completely free.
I know you know what it is + how it can be gained.
But what if you attained endless heaven today?
Wouldn't yesterday and tomorrow seem endlessly grey?
hi
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