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I think we are afraid of the vastness
we fear the vastness
the wild untamed beauty of our true nature

The other day at twilight,
I was traveling with my niece, Carina
down St. John's Heritage Highway
the view was absolutely breathtaking
no houses, no development, no people
just vast stretches of old Florida

As we paused to look at the primeval vista
my niece said she found it unnerving - the vastness

I told her I loved it because it reminded me of meditation
losing awareness of our limited, ordinary self
we enter an inexplicable vastness, primordial void
people-less, formless, infinite

We feel eternal truth rushing through our veins
We are part of a larger picture
greater than anything we can imagine

In the starry arms of the blossoming Universe
we rest safe, secure and loved forever
Kinan Lee Aug 2016
I wish I could **** the time, certainly no regrets

I've hiked
I've been sailing
pleasure is my life now

I forgot more fiery
Just when I flirt with the night
quietness
calmly
succeeded in make me sleep

I forgot more growing
I started to guess the world
Increasingly complex world
And almost misleading me

I even forgot
However dawn greeted
I had fallen asleep in the evening
Since that time I have love with you
#ki
ConnectHook Sep 2015
“Humankind: be kind – be One!
I am appalled at what’s been done.
Benign intentions must restrain us.
Hate should never entertain us.”

The toad comedian Ban Ki-Moon
croaked a pitiful One-World tune
while gunmen paused, reloaded, armed
checked that they had no comrades harmed –
and then prepared for further battle
against the clueless kuffar cattle.

Ban stood upright to intervene;
surveyed the terrorific scene…
muezzins chanted, mullahs chuckled
swords were sharpened, bomb-vests buckled.
Dhimmi dim-wits went on shopping.
(Are heads in sand less prone to chopping ?)

Hesitating, he cleared his throat,
raised his pitch by a quarter note:
“These acts are most undemocratic
We are saddened; yet emphatic – “

(no one heard his discourse further
drowned by the sound of massive ******…)

So let’s consider what is meant
by rolling heads and bodies splattered…
time for Truth to represent
(as if such inconvenience mattered…)

Such events disturb our sleep
and force us to compose, on waking,
lullabies for drowsy sheep
as predators are overtaking.

Flags of doom and holy slaughter,
sons of Ishmael filled with rage
are coming for your wife and daughter
and yourself. You turn the page.

Rising now to storm your tower
(7th century back to bite you),
Allah brings satanic power
to convert you or to smite you.

****** dhimmis would have us think
such rage is due to unemployment;
pure confusion on the brink
of funding further troop deployment.

Meanwhile, mullahs sip their tea
while tenured academics prattle
watching MSNBC
as soldiers die in battle.
A poetic response to Charlie Hebdo massacre
http://www.un.org/apps/news/story.asp?NewsID=49741#.VfDO0RFVikq
neerajsoni Dec 2014
usne pucha tha meri udasi ka sabab,
mene kaha
wo aaine me tasvir ubharti he fir fanna kyu **
jati he,
usne pucha tasvir kiski dikhai deti he tumhe,
mene kaha
na uska naam he na pata fir bhi apna sa lagta
he,
usne kaha kuch guftagu bhi kar ti he tasvir
aapse,
mene kaha
ha magar alfaz nahi hote uske ankho se baat
karti he.
usne kaha kya kehti he uski ankhe mujhe bhi to
kaho
mene kaha
uski ankho me mujhe pyar nazar ata he
unkahi baato ka izhaar nazar ata he.
usne pucha kya ikrar kiya he tum ne usse
mene kaha
me to karta hu koshish-e-ikarar karne ki magar
inkar hi ajata he
usne kaha bade hi wo ** tum ikraar se darte **
mene kaha ikrar se bhala kon darta he me to bas
pyar se darta hu
me to bas pyar se darta hu
nk
udasi ka sabab
Poetic T Jul 2014
Chi energy & life
Creation which flows abundant
Water, crystalline, steam
Life is one but different, from the same spring many forms but one

— The End —