#enlightment
Feelings, the treasure of ones heart,
A flame, cast ablaze by the purity of righteousness, warm alike sunlight, yet not as burning or uncomfortably hot if exposed too long,
As embracing, as a motherly tugging hug, full of love and dearness,
It feels so gentle, like a soft breeze, sweetly touching the blossoming petals, after a soft rain pours water over their delicate, little bodies,
So warm, as if enlightment were close to reach beyond the border of consciousness, growing strong and happy, alike a peach tree,
Celestial is what it tastes like, sweeping over my transience in awe,
It is but an emotion, which would soften a stone hard heart and make it alike cotton and wonderfully sweet as candy from amongst heaven,
Inner peace, served on a golden plate behind a courtain of sunlight, describing the greatest pleasure,your drink and thankfulness for what you have, without greed, the desire to have more, despising violence,
And even though humans will keep on living, such whilst being in a wretched, poor state, destined to fight on and hope for the better,
Living, is what I find very beautiful.
~ Umi
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
If you are always gloomy when everything looks normal
If you are in dilemma what is right and what is wrong
If you are not able to decide which way to go
If you have been thinking of that freedom you want,
Then remember it’s not always poor to be unhappy
Many enlightened masters have felt this usually
Thus they chose their own path to find out the reason
And finally they were there with their principles, when they finished their path
Their path towards enlightenment,
Don’t be upset when you see others happy and you couldn’t make
Remember that they are following those principles provided
And you have rather chose your own path
Your own path towards your enlightenment
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Rats Dropping Like Flies
I eventually encountered one
A crime scene it was
Its sulfuric acid smell of hell was overpowering me
Making me numb
And I saw the maggots
Crawling for a place called home
Although they made a home which was never secured
There was no funeral for the rat
He was just thrown in the trash
It was ******
Destroyed by poison
Its mouth was open
As though calling for help
Nobody wept
For the fear of being victimized
But a close friend of my died
Should I weep or should I have thrown the remorse in the trash?
I didn't hesitate
For in this world
A rat is just a rat
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
To stand alone
before the Burning Bush.
No Jesus, no Buddha,
no Muhammad,
no intercessors.
To stand alone
before the Burning Bush,
to hear the Voice,
feel the Fire,
to be penetrated
by its Light.
Madness,
enlightenment,
realization,
revelation.
To stand alone
before the Burning Bush.
To become One
with the Am that Is.
- mce
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Eyes closed
Blinded by violent sun rays
The land seems foreign
But you own and nurture it
Now you walk its valleys and peaks
With your soul as your only guiding light
They think you can't see
But you've survived centuries
Inside the deep seas
You're an old soul
Perhaps odd too
But one thing for sure
You've had too much to see
Your eyes filled with desert sands
Mixed with water from the oasis
You gasp for air
For long you've had oxygen supplied to you
Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp
Now you want to take control
And once again throne the chair
Fists clenched
As if you'd just woken up
From a terrible dream
The whole neighborhood awake
Because of your loud screams
How far did you sleepwalk
And strayed from your spiritual beam
You think they wanna open your fists
And read the secret seams
The exotic path on your palms
A sacred pact between yourself
And your originator
Now you choke
From all the fear you've generated
To your surprise
Everyone around you is smiling
And you immediately ask yourself
"Are these people happy or are they lying
Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying"
"Welcome to the puzzle game"
A voice inside you says
"The only baffling factor here
Is that you are the puzzle
And the puzzle is you
The world is but a mold
Complete and incomplete
With and of itself"
Just like a folding daisy
You slowly open up
And take it all in, the light, the madness
And slowly you regain your sight
You lift your arms and feel the wind
Brush against your broken wings
Gradually you learn to unclench your fists
For therein lies your secret code
The coordinates to your destination
The part of the world better known as home
Ironically, this is not the end
But the beginning to this beautiful game called life
Be it a map to a secret treasure
A key to a door to unsolved mysteries
Or a keyword that will capture
Someone's heart until time
Raptures love without all the miseries
Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside
That code is yours
Etched upon your tiny hands
It is your responsibility to decrypt that message
And interpret it to fit your purpose
And your purpose is nothing more
Than what you make it.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Heart's are broken when soul's are at stake.
When eye's are unopened when fully awake.
When ignorance is wisdom and standing is shamed.
When reaching with love is taken for hate.
When progression is reversed and the pure are maimed.
When the appeal of hope becomes a game.
When the voice of truth becomes contained and the work's of many wash down the drain.
Nothing is easy when you live in His name.
When you become the salt against the grain.
~RSC
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
For three years, I am searching for the scroll
That can tell me about my soul
Where will it go when I will die?
How it makes me alive?
I want to find the origin and the end
And find why is it send
To take birth as me in this world of lives?
Is there something waiting for me to thrive?
What I think about my soul,
Is it should have some magical role
As they said, it never born nor die
And it's something my inside
But what I find wrong is it's not like a burning flame
Nor it can play any supernatural game
It's me but not my physical state
It's more than what they had said.
The concept of soul is very old
It is the difference between heat and cold
Years ago our ancestors asked
'Isn't we all, Living or ….. {need modification}
are made from the elements same
So what makes life moving and motionless dead?'
And as the answer, they said
It's soul.
Then they are writers like you and me
Who made soul, a ghost or a magic key.
But what my soul really is, not more or less
Than my thoughts, my behavior, my edicates,
It is the sum of lessons in my life
It's my obligations to those whom I like
It's my feeling and my believe,
It's what that separate me with all my fellow human beings
Despite we all have almost the same machine.
My soul is what's defines me.
My soul is what's inside me.
This is my journey, to find my soul
After which I reached on the shore (know the truth)
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
If life was to ever alter
If the sun was to one day stop rising
If the birds were to one day stop flying
Souls would start dying
No one is prepared for the end
And we never knew that our lives were at the beginning
Expect the unexpected
At your young tender age
We are so close but yet so far away from our graves
And if death calls, we shall not be afraid
One day we are going to wake up and progression is going to be made
The storm of life is never late
We can only anticipate
While moving on this chest-board that is earth
Until we return back to the dirt
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC