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Kenshō Dec 2014
Upon you, I am transfixed.
Being of All, center of the worlds.
To your majesty I bow,
every individual is blessed a king.
Gods and Goddesses of the
gardens, show yourselves!

My vision has thus directed
a change in view.
I'm spellbound by this divinity
that reflects from within you.
What heavens could we imagine?
What quests would the greatest
among us set out for?

Pulled from the masses,
swiftly switched are my perceptual glasses.
A mass of flesh craving to cling
to absolutely every material 'thing.'
But then again, what could be said
for the lost glory and wars o' the dead?
I pray we can return..

Over the hill,
around that teasing bend,
lays the treasure of our souls.
This diamond we must defend.
Link of history past
and center of the soul!
To thee I ascend,
the ultimate goal.
feel me?
Kenshō Dec 2014
Between nodes of silence,
thus the spirit came forth.
From the fortitude of unity,
rising through this dense, fast world.
What impressions would the most high
have of this world, I wish to know not.
But beyond this mind's confusion and
crest of clouded sky, lies a multitude
of spirited worlds revolving and glowing.
Sometimes I wonder about those worlds..
Kenshō Dec 2014
Following the dusky orange of the sky,
I would wade through shallow pools flooding the trails.
Just after sunset when the air radiated with
constant chirping that would beam and penetrate the silence,
I would setup altar at the dock near the hills.
The absence of humans would bring about the spirits.
Nature sounds would amplify and visual acuity would hone.
Some sort of love and peace would fall before my feet.
The mountains would be like towering ancient gods and ancestors.
The trees like earthen tentacles slithering upward yearning for light!
The stars would gleam like alien eyes staring and observing.
Sounds of the unknown would shriek from one corner of the worlds to the others. What it was that could be defined I knew not what went on there. However, I cannot help but feel a lineation of ancestral wisdom, of which can be absorbed. I also have come to the feeling that this mystical experience is condemned and kept out of reach of the layperson and common-man. Human kind would transmogrify its being from the inside out, incarnating into
the Gods and Deities.  I have clearly gone too far from
the common thread of thought. For those stumbling
across my message of cogitation, I urge you
to disregard any  interpretation of this piece.
Go on about your normalcy.
Madman coming through!! And he is blaring his trumpet again!!
Kenshō Dec 2014
I departed.

After singling out necessities and throwing out electronic extremities that tied me down like a social slave, I took two feet to the mountains of the world. Here I eat fresh food and observe the cities and the backdrop clouds that hold the sky. Philosophies of the mind run rampant here and this is where all my ideas stem from, as far as I have convinced myself. Sometimes, in the long months alone, I awake in the midst of expanding darkness and notice the silence. This is what I wanted to write about. The silence that exists in the solitude of being. Where no yearning is experienced, just a full, keen awareness. What is the importance of this time, I wish I knew. What I've wanted to communicate might have been plain to see.
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Kenshō Nov 2014
Release me
into this cosmic womb.
Drift as the wind
to the peaks of your mind.
Rain down emotions
like storms on your fields.

My spiritual ritual
is like kindle to my fire.
Our thoughts merge
and the glory is shown!
The spirit of this unity has me flushed!

However, I am led astray.

Alone is where I can breathe.

Sacrifices must be made for society,
in order to survive within it.

I can't confirm that I'll conform to the social norm.
Let alone find a kingdom of my own,
But when I let go of that,
that is when I achieve transcendence.

Nothing special,
the One has no defined form.
It is the most fundemental.
The essence..

I want to jive with that somehow.
Not sure.
Kenshō Nov 2014
What strange path has this extended world strayed to?

I wake with a beautiful vibrant sun glaring in my window.

Start with peace pipes and bhajans, I want to sing these hymns.

Meanwhile, the average youth can't look away from their text messages.

Woops.
My sassy side
Kenshō Nov 2014
Cloud watching
amid'st a child's spring,
where the hills rise high
and carrions swoop low.
What would be the magic
that the season mother brings?

Twiddling branches wash in breeze,
twinkling twilight bounding across infinite seas!

Gaia is a spirit and lush are her grounds!
Mother earth and father sky whisper and speak profound.

The naked winds are washing me with ecstasy of spirit.
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