Out of food is manufactured chyle. Out of chyle comes blood. Out of blood comes flesh. Out of flesh comes fat. Out of fat comes bone. Out of bone comes marrow. Out of marrow comes semen.
the semen will try to go down & out
if you want ecstasy you must change this
to upwards and in
the semen must be forced back & up
instead of downwards and out
after you eat
change it's flow
reaching the sahasrara chakra you will reach bliss
the upward flow of energy is Ecstasy
it is Spirituality
you took the innocent part of me
the part i was so naïve to give away;
i fell so deeply in love while you remained so shallow --
how do you live with yourself knowing you deflowered the woman who loved you so profoundly;
you remain wistful.
but one day know that
i will see you again
i will see you in hell
Night is just night,
without it being told that
it should be dark
It is what it is,
by its own definition.
It does not need stars to shine
In order to make darkness meaningful.
Still, the stars shine.
They do what they do
They simply do.
Like night and stars
I have, in my heart some kind of profound love for you.
It's almost as if it's a part of my being.
But, I can't imagine you actually being mine.
I feel as if we would tie each other down too much
And no one wants that.
But I feel, in my heart a deep, profound love for you.
The kind that sits in the pit of your stomach and has a firm hold on your heart.
The kind that we always try to describe and quantify in poetry but can never quite capture.
The kind that reminds me of a shadow, smoke, and a ghost. There but not really.
Is this what love is?
A slow descent.
In between the Milky Way and the black holes
Of the universe inside of this ever expanding mind
Growing only to see itself ever smaller
Humbled truth feels the most
The fragile perfection of sparkles inside the morning dew
And the mind flows in all directions and thoughts
So random but in this infinite state
Logic is only a string you use to control the
Beads of experience and sometimes it helps
And in other times you get a glimpse
Of something unfathomably familiar
And you know that no matter how much Blessings you gathered in life
Without a contact it left an empty space
Or was it there since before the beginning
What DO I know in fact that cancels the
Clarity of the feeling that through a sideways
Glimpse I captured a snapshot of home
In the strangest of places
All this rumbiling cacophony of worlds
Yet again fails to explain
The absence of logic in something
That is beyond logic for it is
And despite it all
Life goes on
You play your part
The way you must
The way you feel
And you still know so little
Feeling the truth on the periphery
I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams
Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes
I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me
If I'm lost, then in my Lost the Journey will be...
What more I will lose after all what I Lost in my life....
My Learning in the Dark, is deeper than in the light...
My tears in those darkest nights are more profound than those smiles in the light....
I wonder where this Journey is taking me!
I wonder When it will end...
I question if is it a Journey or it themed with a content of an endless War!
I can say....My Journey...
Has its own flavor!