Do you eat words like I do?
(Swallow them whole and kicking)

Are you, this body
         of five elements?
Are you the mind,
       five senses weaved?

Or are you one with
                    the one beyond?
the , eternal, infinite -
                   consciousness?

        Why keep me
at arm's length?
            Don't you know,
   like you,"I am that",

  There aren't two
           but just the one!
Don't be duped by
           this illusory construct!

When time gets ripe,
      cosmic wish, its dice casts,
              the game changes
comes  the big crunch!

           between 'big bang
and the final crunch'
                you fight your wars,
    momentary, who wins?

the play continues
           in cosmic time schedule,
  even Einstin couldn't-
                envisage the game as a whole!

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i would like a space marked out
wherein in silence i'd observe my sacral auguries,  
and insularly divine
amid mid-dawning light contingencies,
to sweep a magic sweep for sunrise-          
                                                             -tabula|_|rasa
and find, founded in a flout: a sect beyond sects
to section self sectionless~
inwrought helix interhelix nest~
and there reside attentively
()blinking()        s l o w      ...ly
in rainbow eyelash quiver flow,
arrows     soaring      ' '  '    '         '              'centerly
to        pin
   each
               whirl
of dream,
                       of sleep,
                           mneumonic residue,
                                             prehensions right    or wrong    clear through --
symbological goo, too--
all too evidently called
from out an obvious deep
oblivion of plenum om,
or so it's said it's seen
in clear eidetic percept room
of alter overmInd of mindstuff's tomb [*]
and form of selfish altar drama gone and soon
for looking in or out or neither both
oblique, about aboutness-mirror zoom~
to which what spectionism halves
behaving in a twofold twining intro free: the finest of the fine:
insight-interred        intuited sign

quiescently, albeit doubtfully at times, benign

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Polishing her long dark tresses,
night spoke to me
in her celestial codes;
twinkling lights, silver, red and amber.
mesmerized, i fell mute,
she was eloquent.
our hearts exchange every nuance
without anything lost,
aren't we lovers for eons?

when i grow weary,
with my head resting on her warm lap
I sleep, even dreams are strangers to that sleep.

"Will i be in your mind,
when i leave for ever" i ask her.
She smiles, in copious meteor showers
"Where would any one go
without holding my hand?"

night lights whisper in a  doleful tone, i notice,
I love that voice of eternity laying in wait.
"There wouldn't be any change, remember,
we would be lovers as ever" i hear her
And go in to raptures!

I used to seriously wonder
Why it seemed that
There were so many people
Who have relationships
Who are married
Who have just started relationships
Or have been in relationships
For a long time
When it seemed like
Everytime I tried to
Reach out
In a romantic way
It ultimately was in vain
Either they were too far away
Or they would ultimately find someone different
Leaving my hope
Dashed a little bit more
And even when I would try
To connect with someone close
Ultimately they would just end up being friends
Or it would peeter out before
It even got started
But as I started to ask why
God gave me an answer
You are meant to love a different way
Connecting with the people around me
In loving ways
Showing love and grace
To whoever might need it
Healing and loving
Many loves
As I move on
Learning to love
And to give love
To my friends
The ones I truly love the most