right hand - cack hand
misinfected
an inebriant
a heat of intoxicants
'Recover Your Presence Of Mind'
i don't even have my mattress raised
from upon the floor
spilled drinks
moulds
and pages soaked to the boarding
snoring in spores
infested with messages
in nest with it all
best to withdraw
the artist
the 'madder than'
the inebriant
right ?
can one practice as a sober ?
I've never wanted to create more or been this capable before...or are the results missing something ?
something splayed
askew
scatty
splattered
hellish even ?
is it the reader ?
will we not be pleased with the results without some evidence of a soul in suffering
bewilderment
and numbing isolation?
Look
I take out
The spectacles

Now
I will see
How the world looks like
Through your eyes

I want to see
What you see
Near and Far
Even broader

Where faith lies
Genre: Spiritual Inspirational
Theme: Close Eyes Of Buddha
Dustin Dean Jun 9
It was stepping into the Afterlife
With extraterrestrial angels
Singing the chorus of My Sweet Lord
In otherworldly harmonic unison
As George Harrison embraced me
Open arms, his face transforming
Between his and Jesus Christ's
And mind you, not the one you know
But the true Middle Easterner
Most Christians tend to forget

It was a segue into a golden palace
Where Krishna showered me
With korma flavored karma
For all deeds gone unnoticed
In a life of ego and suffering
It was a most revealing of times

It was a feeling of fearful dread
When Muhammad appeared
Before he gently let me know
Misrepresentation by extremism
Had plagued his holy message
And to just live for your neighbor

It was inside a bamboo house
That was set on a tropical land
I went in to simply find peace
And saw a golden glowing man
Meditate a couple feet in the air
With one eye open, he said
"I could kill you with one thought
Conversely, you could too
However, we sit in peace
And there is great power in that"

It was all the same
I sought the flower’s smile,
it told me the Buddha’s tale;
beyond the mind’s pale!
Awake and witnessed
Inhaled, then relaxed
I felt the sacred world
Like the calm ocean waves

[Take me to your universe]

I don’t have separate world
All mine, all yours
Just needs a small change

Silence your mind
Reconcile with peace
Be anonymous

Forgive, forget
Value all lives
Purify your soul
Seek the light within, and
Keep on moving
Even if you pause,
Your thirst will drive

You are divine,
No less than me.
Genre: Spiritual
Theme: Blue Canvas, white words. Peaceful Buddha Jayanti.
It's easy
To be critical of one's parents,
But,
As one ages,
And one has difficulty adjusting to change,
One can't really blame one's parents
For one's problems.
Though the Buddha
Spoke of impermanence
He wouldn't be able to deal with
The rapid pace of change in this world either!
Sometimes,
One just has to ask for help,
But,
Then,
Many people will refuse to help you.
I think this is why a lot of poeple
Turn to drugs.
I look into the heart of Madness and see Tranquility.
You must not fret if you seek waking. Waking happens as natural as night and day.
Animated society
With a fake smile
Undesired social greeting
Happiness in chaos
Loud noise turned music
With a box of lies
Slave to “Yes”
Distance to equilibrium

In a dark night
Being biased to the rest
In search of bliss
I saw the Buddha
Silent, he was
Silence is learning.

Let the insanity of the world end.
Genre: Inspirational spiritual
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
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