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 Jul 2019
K Balachandran
mind is a wound scroll,
unwinding won't reveal it;
inward journey could!
 Jul 2019
Rama Krsna
if silence
is the gateway
to the highest truth,
animals glimpse this truth
far better than humans do....
that inherent tranquility
embedded in
the radius of their own silence,
be it a lion or a dog!
after all,
“dog” written backwards is
indeed “god”

© 2019
inspired by Ramana Maharshi who said that “silence is also conversation”
What the ants built overnight
I can destroy in a minute.
What the ants teach in a second
I can never learn in a lifetime.
°°°
 Jul 2019
Sonya Ki Tomlinson
It totally blows away

Every speck that we think we are

Our proud plans, delirious dreams,

frightened cries, desperate prayers

Crystal dust settling on the moonlit face

of the Sphinx

All That Remains is God
 Jul 2019
Onoma
memory has been committed

beyond forgetfulness--for the

love of recollection let go.

what love gathered to person

the place of a thing--remains.

though such verity cannot remain.

a world unto material changelessness.

look upon the moon's face--she's

the rock of disoriented memory.

water itself bends to her will...

because she truly watches Night.

dug into by the last motioning

impressions of Mind.
 Jul 2019
Melissa Rose
We are a portrait of perfection
preserved in a past life
7/15/19
 Jul 2019
Melissa Rose
Truth is not a thought of the mind nor a scene through the eyes but the depths to which one feels love radiating from their soulful heart
7/12/19
For centuries we’ve fought to keep our sanity. To suppress shakti is to stay in control. To never let go. We are as old as the rivers. Consciousness controls us. We become beholden to the formless. Sourceless. Oblivion. Lions roar in obscure forests. We dare not utter our reply to the night’s lullaby. I shudder to think. All wisdom is a lie. We are trying to fly but can’t get off the ground of reason. I am surrounded by shadows, in an arrowless sky. High as the ceiling in my mind. I try to climb towers and spires made from rope and steel. We are already here. In the beginning we roamed the earth and ate from the soil. A morning’s work, is not a life of toil. Love never rots. Love is undying. We are trying to take something that is never available. We are hardened. With lots of red earth under our scars. We are scared and trying to fix ourselves. Bless your fear. Shine the light on these breadcrumbs. You’ve made yourself smaller than a pencil. Instead, be a permanent marker.
 Jul 2019
lenore
to become immortal, you must devour
the gods. begin with the god of fear

and when the god of the nile
floods your heart's temple
lay your offerings underwater.
 Jul 2019
Solaces
Lets plan a trip to mars..
Terraform all its scars..
Make it liveable for us all..
Change the red star blue..

Lets build a vessel that can take us there..
By the hundreds or by the thousands..
A new planet for us to share..

All this amazing effort for an elsewhere far from here..
If we are willing to do such colossal efforts..
Why don't we do it to the planet we already have here..

E A R T H: It can be saved...
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