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Emanuel Dec 2014
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Waves of Love.

I will rise above the sea of myst
Glistening clouds I’ll kiss
Joyfully singing as Krishan I visit
O holy spirit
I fumble my words but I love you so
The one for whom we are given loving glow
My structure more or less rigid I know
Time to just go ahead and let it flow
Making sweet usic with keystrokes
Enduring nothing, loving for show
The light of a universe creating illusion
The confusion, always eluding
It is to known I will say it cldarly
The universe is made of love
So come on, get near me!
Not me, physical, though you may if you wish
But me the consciousness
For it is awareness
The giver of all that is
And I am so grateful
That I could give you all a kiss
Hi neighbors
Hi family
Hi friends
Hi lovers
We all need to begin
By loving each other.

@
Location

Troubling always
When you believe in location
As if there are some
And they are more valuable.
The world is not made of locations
It is always here
It is always here.
Location is mental
It is narrative of instrument
Be
Free
Live

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123 numbers

One is Unity
Two is Separation
Three is Creativity
Four is Rationality
Five is the World
Six is Man
Seven is Heaven
8 is Infinity
9 is the End
10 begins again
Eleven is Unity

$
Money

Imaginary wealth
To distract us
From what truly is

%
100 of it is Love

^
As above
So below

&
And then…
Light

*
Stars that twinkle stars that shine
Hint at something, more divine
If you stay you’ll hear a message
“Don’t forget
You are a blessing!”

(
I think a lot of thoughts
But they are not me)

_
Floors don’t exist
And never
Is imaginary

+
Adding and subtracting is futile
The nature of the game
Is always 0

!
How could I forget
To exclaim
My name
K
Emanuel!
Credit to the top of the keyboard for being a huge inspiration. I was going to post these as separate poems, but I realized they work better together. Bit of a long read, but hey - hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it.
Ella Byrne Nov 2014
We are e(i)ther
On top of the world
Or pi(c)king up the pieces
There is no inbetween
No sh(a)des of grey
O(n)ly black or white
Only euphoric or broken
(T)hey say you should
Love deep(l)y
Or n(o)t at all
But i(s) it possible
To lov(e) someone too much?
I'm not sure of an(y)thing
All I kn(o)w is
I don't think I'll be able to
S(u)rvive
If my already fissured heart
Cracks clean in two(.)
Written in November 2014.

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