Whatsoever you
allow is allowed.
What you watch
and hear takes
preeminence in
your mind and
pattern itself in
your daily acts.
Take care,
put a leash
on your thoughts.
Whatever you
allowed inside
controls you.
See not that
which distorts
your inner vision.
It will mar
and mess with
your mind.
whatsoever enters
the estate of
your mind
takes a seat.
While dining
with you
binds it with
fetters so strong,
you may never
escape from
it's grip,
for the soul
becomes dyed with
the color of
it's thoughts.
Whosoever brings in
the ant infested
firewood invites
lizards for a feast.
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Out of habit
she stirred the
hornets nest and
as a habitual offender
he keeps throwing
pebbles into the
still waters of
the quiet pool
causing it to
twirl and turn
unnecessarily.
The ripple spreads
encouraging strives
and struggles,
with tumultuous little
waves causing
commotions and
disharmony.
Even the mind
cannot be stilled
or know peace
amidst constant
irritable pesky little
constant harassment.
Like the acid,
it erodes the
mind of peace
and serenity,
weakened the heart
and eludes and
robs it of harmonium.
As White as jade
as pure as ice,
no one jokes
with his inner peace.
Like the droppings
of a sick animal
infects and cause
dis-ease in the
environment,
even so is
the constant pollution
of the mind
effects the spirit.
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The true identity
of the innerself
is a mystery
and a wonder.
Hidden within and
coupled in synergy
to merge simultaneously
with the body
as one entity.
Earth my body.
Water my blood.
Air my breath.
Fire my Spirit.
You look with
your optical eyes,
but only see
with your mind.
Your eyes don't see.
Your soul sees
with your eyes.
Your ears don't hear.
Your soul hears
with your ears.
Your body is
not you.
It is the
bridge that connects
the real you
to the outside world.
Your body don't
have a voice,
the voice of
the spirit is
amplified through
your vocal cord
so you can hear it.
Only the heart
knows what is
in the mind
of the spirit.
You don't have
a language,
the dialect you
speak now is
only learned to
help you communicate
while you are
still here.
It is very different
from the dialect
of the spirit.
I am the
true lone wolf,
howling at the moon,
a moon which
I know I'll
never reach,
or get to have.
The greatest souls
are awakened out
of suffering and
the most impressive
personalities
endures many scars.
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Loving and caring,
living in love,
sharing with others
just a little
piece of you
in love.
That's all
there is in
this life.
Giving out
a love so pure
with joyful tenderness.
Everything you
give is yours,
it comes back
again in the
roundabout.
I want to
take off the
stars in the
sky for you,
for the gift
of your heart
means a lot to me.
Nothing ever
is more important
than your
relationship with
the people you
claim to love.
Everything in
life relates to
one another in
a beautiful way.
Even the ugly
side of your
relationship proofs
out our lives
and inability to
relate to each other.
Be a part
in raising the
vibration of love
in the world.
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She just gave
me an astonishing
gift from the heart.
A gift of love,
so true.
A treasure worthy
to be embraced
with my soul.
A love to
be desired always.
I melted like
the ice cream
in a warm cup
in a hot sun.
What a fantastic
way to share
this beautiful moment.
It is really divine.
A gift of
self so heavenly
that I could
see the glory
of that love
in her eyes.
There is no
struggle but
a total yielding
of self to
her love.
I lay me
down in her
***** with her
arms wrapped
around me
in such a
comforting and
reassuring soothing way,
stroking my bald
head gently.
Her voice so soft
as she tells
stories of love.
I drifted a little bit
dreaming of
another place,
a realm beyond
this place.
Peaceful and Serene,
lovely and unspeakable,
and yes magical,
full of little kisses,
a little laughter,
and a little
soft whispers of love.
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The ways of
the warriors and
the sign of the
warrior are complex.
An odd fellow.
chosen among many
to join the elite forces.
Sworn to the
oath of secrecy.
Lives by honour
and guided by
the secret code.
Expendable.
No retreat,
no surrender.
By fire by fire.
A do or die.
The One who
must die trying.
Hard nut to crack  
The Rock  
Never give up.
Resilient and unflinching.
Dare to do
as well as
a warrior of
the Knight Templers.
Terrible and terrifying
when provoked.
Tactical and strong hearted.
Your worst nightmare.
Gentle as a
dove.
Respected.
Loyal and trusted.
A protector of the weak
as well as the mighty.
A reliable and
true brother indeed.
Never leaves anyone behind.
The noble one.
Understanding and wise.
A loner but friendly.
A listener and
patient with children.
A terror to the
insurgents and
the hoodlums.
Dreaded but loving.
A great father and
provider for the family.
The fearless one.
The right hand of the king.
The man of war.
The punisher
with no mercy for
the evil ones.
The striker who
make the elephants flee.
He is favoured
by the gods.
He is born to conquer
for he comes from the
lineage of the warriors.
Don't mess with him
for he is a warrior.
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The other side
of the soul
there is a
secret sacrifice
under the storm.
Justice by all
means for he is
murdered in
cold blood.
You have a
second chance to
change the situation.
Scorched by crossing
paths with the
other two are
in sync with
the rosy clouds.
Our ancestors have
all lived and die.
We must live
our own lives.
Clean the house
and find our
missing justice
by any means.
Someone you thought
you knew has
betrayed you.
But destiny called
and a part
of me died.
There's no place
like home to
embrace the untamed.
His inner growth
is necessary to
survive the storm.
Nothing ever is
worst than being
an outcast in
your very own
house.
The siege is
still going on,
both in your
mind and outside
the corridor.
To survive is
to win the war.
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