His head supporting a hat His nose and ears Supporting blue goggles And hands blue gloves His torso and arms covered in blue shirt And legs in blue pants Feet fathoming blue shoes Sitting in style On the ground Resting his back against a tree trunk A blue blooded man Blessed with divinity Declares in baritone voice With his white beard flowing Human beings Not suffering life It's memory and imagination They suffer
Isn't memory and imagination life? What's life without Memory and imagination? A life in coma? A life in vegetative state? Memory and Imagination Attributes of life Without memory no time Without imagination no future Isn't it salvation? Good memories we enjoy Bad memories we may suffer Fantasizing we enjoy Fearful imaginations we may suffer You do not suffer life Bad memories and fearful imaginations Originate from nothing! Sala hum ko kab enlightenment ayega? (When will enlightenment come to me?)
Inspired by a video on YouTube by a Divine personality. You suffer life. You have bad memories. You have fearful imaginations. Because you suffered life. Pain and sufferings are part of life. You can't avoid them. However, continuance of suffering with bad memories and imaginations can be controlled and curbed by growing spiritually. IT'S ALWAYS LIFE WE SUFFER. WHETHER DUE TO PHYSICAL PAIN OR MISERIES, TRAGEDIES, TRAUMAS, MENTAL DISORDERS, OR MEMORY AND IMAGINATION.
Once i thought I knew something and then knew nothing at all Climb the wall or break it fly on wing or fall Somewhere in between I've heard that balance is in tow Something about ducks being neatly in some row Evades me, this enlightenment pervades me does the doubt Essentially there's always something that we do without.
writhe under the boot, a heel you were born to its imprint pressed onto your cheek a mark you'll bare no matter the distance in the pursuit of liberty in hopes of justice just for a chance at happiness where did our virtues go? were there ever any at all?
It breaks like waves against the cranium Again and again the syncopated beat of my heart Is it magic? Is it a miracle? Is there madness behind such a glowing word? Ramblings of a madman, I'd rather me insane than comprehending extreme sanity. What sanity is there in a world that holds no bounds? What gods can there be when man in turn becomes his own god? I have no answers, I am all but questions.
Urgent and bursting, it is a sweet fruit that ripens until juice trickles out, Turgid and thick, quivering and throbbing like breath itself, Not solid or liquid but a state inbetwixt.
Maybe this is mania, maybe this is something above what I am? Who am I if not for my breath and my breaking? It is the gaps that make the solid thing whole.
I had this thought which I have found a little scary What if these things which you were saying You said but didn’t mean at all Who am I to you after all? A friend? A person you hanged out with for a month? Or just a gal you had acquaintance with? Avoiding girly analyze Of what you think and say to me Of what you wanted me to hear Or what you feeling What are you feeling deeply? Our relationship is going through time testing And are we passing such exam? Some time ago you even made a joke that we could marry Each other Oh my god I even didn’t know how to react on such request But honestly I’d probably consider proposition Not from romantic side and all But just because it’d give the possibility to stay with you a little And do the things together The things we dreamed about You know we short in options In current situation When boarders closed And lockdowns everywhere I wish to share with you my moods Right at the moment And now it’s hard to do We’re having 14 hours difference My sunrise - your sunset It’s gonna be two years already That’s why I’m asking you If you’re ready Not let your joke come true I may not ask you for such thing But do you wanna have with me Some part of our future?