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i am good is a place of peace and bliss i am good is a place where cells replace to their primordial and i am good is no more wonder than when he says i am good when i learn it’s as easy as to swap the not good to its antonym like within a time as long as a slip of the tongue and i am good once again because of what he says because of what i am … yes we are good but are you also good?? … good is a place not at the turn of an age / any age in reality there is no age there has never been a yuga after Mahabharata if you don’t want to you don’t stay in what has never been in what will never end there is no count for one thing to end and for another thing to start no silly things like that! there is no place for a savior one to show up these are all residues of a delusional mind an anthropogenic pollutant is expectation that only awaits and awaits for a tomorrow to resolve a past! ?!? which tomorrow? which past? no silly things like that and may you be depressed by that! always a you who values thisrthat always a you who cannot be whereas it is one step and not ahead to here and now to i and no no one can tell you it is your path it is your step … cause we already are and we have always been here enlightened in Satya and we have always been love and now
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
i am good
for ‘As life fades…’ I’ve seen an older face through or made of lines of gravity with which I am now friends this way I surpass just as a psychic tells and embrace the truth of the self beyond the heavenly and its reverse beyond all that persisting polarity Nah we haven’t got adorning words to describe which cell memories awaken by a lukewarm light at nights shaping these metallic lines of a suggestion of a temporarily deserted terrace sticking out of an apartment storey of a metropolis Seagull A shrill Middling well that just one star Once Horizontal to my gaze Piercing Walls of Futile Dreams Now
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
for 'As smoke fades...'
a gypsy of changing face says: ‘I know you have been living in this land long very very long so will you please tell me how long’ my first time ! I reply just arrived - few days ago all details in a flash... But he ignores and repeats the same Do I not really understand as I smile and thank him politely? Yes It all sounds so holy just like this cow visiting each and every day while I write in the same cafe Really! :) yes yes Can you imagine!? :) She just comes to watch oh No … not hungry the owner says as if everyone knows but me I explain Jokingly while I secretly wish wish for what he says: ‘You have the same fire of an indian woman in your eyes a woman that never dies until she brings healing Healing and something more’ … he says And I babble babble on He and I On a thin line Playing A dangling game of Oh the silly me’s questioning as if s reasoning residues of habits so Maybe... I say for the last time And forget Forget to only live the thing with him unknowing and I look up to see to see the me in his fiery but he He is not even looking Me is one point just beyond a holy We - union of three Inversed to match to a combined path of the ever known which I used to call unknown which now makes me mute alone
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
Jnana