A devout spiritual Birth and death A mere passing To closely watch this beautiful world Temporary the presence Learnings and memories For the soul Depth of this life Felt The fragrance of ancient soil The mountains rock solid And the journey of the ***** Under the luminous sky Yet, a belief in the higher power The divine, supreme being Ever so deeply rooted Beyond the cycle of life and death Lord Shiva To draw strength and endurance Some wisdom To walk the path of truth Not through rituals But being closely guided by the divine In deep reverence Chanting Ten thousand times Om Namah Shivay Uprooting the fears Gently placing faith In place Belief in self In the power of the divine
The mind collects moments bad ones and weepy ones moments to spark fires and ignite engines moments to roast the heart upon a spit to watch the ****** sizzling juices of love drip down and burn off into smoke the mind is a storehouse though vast isn’t spacious its compartments crammed full to popping under the strain of all the moments in time it collects to make the body recall and you gawk at the wreckage in wondrous amazement
moments in bubbles floating past on repeat mind digs in the toy chest throwing up dreams more moments of nothing to hold you away from me two nations at war for my soul and all three are me what mind fudgery and horrific intent the whole point is you just you, nothing else think what that reality means whatever you like life isn’t a playbook of rules some other person can write real life is lived and what can that mean? other than whatever life looks like when you’re living through me
each time you can’t see the forest in the leaves the moments you seem to pull back out of me are only a specter of what isn’t true only a reminder to remember your Truth and turn once again to the Self that is real and is one with the whole of all life that is living can you gain joy from rehearsing old stories? of worries and woes and doubtful discoveries of fake images and faulty dreamscapes then go on, by all means, let mind keep collecting and storing away for some other fake day you can’t really be living if you keep letting mind give you moments to see instead of real life living in your True Self and you truly seeing
Confusion. Then, words come slowly; nothing behind them but space.
The time has come and it’s all opposite Just a thought I had that I’m composing Don’t be proud of the aeroplanes and other structures that we’ve build We should’ve controlled our pollutions and let the nature heal This is where we should realised how the humans have failed That animals were always treated badly, now we know how it feels to be jailed.
Om Clear the mind with forms of breath control Vibrations emanate Serpent flows in swirls It curls around the centre line Seven points along the spine From base to crown Varied hues are queued where energy is key Use the force to elevate your qi Om
Gazing at the moon I can seen reflection My dreams and my wishes fed by depression Taking to myself hoping the world doesn’t hear me Like the raindrops in the oceans my visions couldn’t be seen clearly ...
life led you through burdens, seemed like it was time framed Struggled to feed the family like the role from the movie blood diamond Wishes and dreams seems to be blowing in the sky Without those darkest times, your courage wouldn’t be founded .......
Genre: Spiritual Abstract Theme: Gravity is oneness. Oneness is Om.
Note: What are we seeking? When open eyes see physicality, closed witness the truth. What we saw in him, he is much more than what he looks like. When one is too much, yet the million is not enough. When one realizes everything dies, yet not everything lives. When at the end, we remember the beginning, the point we start. Find the connection, beside oneness.