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It does not matter,
how much you eat,
Scolded the poor,
and beaten the weak.

So what in life,
often you lie.
Always talk non-sense,
without a shy.

It also not matter,
you cheated them all.
Who trusted you high,
You made them to fall.

He knows all of,
desires your deed.
That on the ground,
you grow only weed.

But such his heart,
and such is his ways,
With  pity in eyes,
The God always says.

What matters O' dear,
whenever you seek,
God always is there,
But you never meet.

The Jesus is there,
and Buddha in you,
But you have to say,
the Evil bid adieu.

When a man keeps on committing sins, then he develops this idea that godhood is not meant for him. But truth is contrary. Whatever crime a man has committed, howsoever grave his crime is, there is always possibility of a man to evolve spiritually and unite with god. ANGULIMALA was a Dakoit and killed 999 persons. Still, in company of Lord Buddha, he attained nirvana. This poem is based on the idea of possibility of a man to get enlightened, irrespective of his indulgence in sin and crime. The door of God is open for all, even for criminals.
Stxlle 3d
It's late at night and I want to sleep but my mind keeps me dreaming. It makes me sick but it keeps my heart beating. No matter where I run, I end up back to you. You've reconstructed everything and now, I can sense the changes in my body even other people noticed too.

I am baffled by you. Perplexed by how you could pass through my walls without tearing them down. You've created a shadow of probability and I know I have no chance.  I could leave with the truth but I want you to keep me in this trance.

I want you to keep me in this small world I fabricated for us. Where no one can change anything not even the arrangement of dust. Keep this in the dark, keep it away from everyone else. I beg for you to keep me here but...

These emotions are overwhelming and I'm being devoured. I don't want them anymore. I'm confuse. I don't know what I want. I've tasted the sweetness of my temptation and I'm eager for more but I get a plate of actuality, something I didn't ask for.

Or did I?

I don't remember. I hear the sounds of rain outside our bubble.
The rain makes me think about the hows of us.
How it could feel holding your hand.
How we could be...
How we stay...
This is another commission.
''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We're afraid''.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We will fall''.

''Come to the edge''.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
Lara P 3d
When I told you I love you
You started questioning me
But not about if I truly love you
But about what love really is

The questions that keep torturing you
Are not for humans to know
The answer to
But you my dear are not just a human

You belong to the stars
That's why you think of life and love
The way you do
You belong to the universe and not me

I swear you will be the death
Of yourself and of the person
I fell in love with
But I can't stop you from going back
To the stars
But I also can't promise you that I'll stay

For you might be the child of the Cosmos
But I am a child of this Earth
By Darcy Prince

‘Thy mind is like a tree,
easy to letting go of dead leaves’

Ponder on the mystery, paradox of facet, unknown is my life, passion and drive, not for you, wrapped up in self-made ignorance, my own soul is content and my own meaning, it is thy cosmos, everything and muse. Not for you. It bleeds hate, than in lovemaking session, it breeds more, just to shatter your very essence. Respect to the Devil. Divine meeting before death. Let go, you’re not dangerous in the defeat. There is no morals, ethics, laws or rules that plucked me up, confine thy character in, my own thought is mosaic, dogma and the word, I’m unflinching, without a heartbeat, without a sound I slide down. Peer and peek into your soul with a strap on vest, trigger happy and I boom.
Imogen 3d
What Sadness
Weights my soul with anguish
For freedom from this faltered form!

What Dreams are these ⸺
What reveries? ⸺
Of passing Time,
Or Time unmoved passing?

What Sadness weights my soul?

What Hunger
Drives me relentless preying
Upon the echo bones of yore?

I search:
Dead men’s musings ⸺
A legacy of Grief! ⸺
These Sadness thoughts.

Will I find the answers
That my fathers sought?
"Prayers and Musings in the Temple of Fire, No. VIII"
Grey 3d
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "Why do you bring death?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason misfortune is your burden to bear"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must you taste blood?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason your eyes catch the sunlight"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must we remain this way?"
Vulture looked at Crow
And he looked at Crow
And Crow looked back
And Vulture said, "We have known nothing more"
And Crow looked back
"Then we must learn"
"Then we must learn"
The way I conceive of enlightenment in my mind is as follows:

Picture a landscape with many people staring into the sky. The sky is filled with light. Each person looks up at this sky of light. You see a light swirling in each person's head. The light beams up toward the sky. Some beacons of light go higher than others. The very highest merge seamlessly into the infinite sky, an ocean of light.

Whether that infinite light represents everything or nothing is a matter of perspective.

Does merging with that infinite light symbolize enlightenment or death? Fullness or emptiness?

What is the directionality of the light? Is the light shooting toward heaven, or is the light actually shining down from above into the minds of humans?

Or perhaps even this image is suffering from a false contrast. Perhaps everything is light. Or everything is darkness.

Poetry, art, and love are when you are soaring up into the light and trying to communicate your experience back to earth in a way that makes sense, but will always pale in comparison to the blinding barrage.

Enlightenment is climbing steadily higher up your beam of light until finally merging with the infinite light of heaven eternally.
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Should nimble Muse outspread her wings and fly,
Just wave your hand and to her smile good-bye.
I can break the laws of the universe

It's true
Everybody can
Everybody has

Even you!

It happens in a special place that exists in the peripherals of your mind
When you look for it it hides
When you think about it it ceases to exist
And you can never find it
But you visit it almost every night

This space is the brink of your subconscious!
The space between worlds and realities!
A singularity, where physical law is a mirage!

On the nights we sleep but don't dream, we visit this place
It's between the day's last conscious thought and the following's first
In this space hours past in faster than an instant
There is no body, soul or mind
There is no void
There is no colour
There is no concept of empty

Pure, absolute nothing!

In this space, the entire universe ceases to exist

We wake the next morning with no recollection.
We know objectively that time has passed,
And eventually the feeling of our temporary transcendence fades
And we carry on without asking

This happens to all of us,
On nights you sleep, but don't dream
And in that space

You can break the laws of the universe
This was an attempt to illustrate the concept of Solipsism, which puts forward that the universe exists only because we consciously perceive it.

Quite mind-blowing.
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