#location
Like our planet on a 24-hour cycle, my location is filling with the light of one rotation, transporting me from darkness into light.
The next rotation of my location is the dark side of my spiritual sphere; and the next spin will once again transport me into
the light of day, the light of the world.
We all know that the sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. Our perspective is from our location. We may be on the other side of the globe--the dark side--but our location will, in one revolution, be filled with light.
We are all caught in this literal and figurative human cycle of day and night.
We need to have faith in this
as we must have faith in
gravity, because the alternative is unimaginable darkness!!!
This knowing is not only
cerebral, but tabulated into a spiritual equation. We must believe because there is no
way around it. We simply
must believe or lose it all.
Our orbit will decay otherwise.
We will cease to rotate on
our own axis. So in a sense,
do or die, because I will
surely die spiritually if I
don't get lifted to that
spiritual space.
There is too much at stake; there is so much to lose if I
don't transcend the earthly
plane of spiritual death and simply believe beyond hope to be freed from the perceived hopelessness and helplessness of our universal existence.
The sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. We simply must have faith and patience to wait our turn.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
I wanna run to you in an airport
Like they do in 90s romance movies
Because I miss you and
I’ve been away from home for two years
I want to sit on the beach and explain the landscape that
You know better than I do
In the language it was originally loved in, that
You never bothered to learn
Why would you?
You dip your feet shallowly
Into the water instead of dunking yourself
Like I do, down up down up down
Because you’ll be back tomorrow
And I’ll spend fractions of me
Waiting for a call or a text
For 20 bucks to send you
To breathe plumeria-scented air
From the oil on the skin of your neck
For a picture of the freckles on the webbing
between your index and thumb, and the ring
That I bought you before I left so that in the pictures
you post with your white boyfriend
I’m there on your finger
So when he’s teaching you the ‘local’ lifestyle
I’m there on your finger
So when you island hop for a surfing class
You keep me on your finger, where I can feel the waves.
I want to come home but I can’t, not before
I buy you a new ring, out here
in the empty expanse of a Where’s Waldo puzzle
It has to be
Something expensive, something durable
That won’t tarnish in the island
humidity, something that your
San-Francisco friends will ooh and ahh at
Because I want to see you wearing it when I get home.
I’ve been away from home for fifteen years
I return in my dreams, but the soil
doesn’t feel right, and the love isn’t how
my mother’s father’s father described it
At the beach, lots of people swim, but no one else
Keeps their head under and lets the water breathe life into their hair.
Lets the water into their mouth, chokes, then does it again.
But I like the way you
Dipped your feet in when you watched me
Leave, on a boat chasing Troy
Venus my northern star
As I enter the storm
My boat floats through the violence,
against Poseidon’s abundant will
because my sail made up of duct-taped exam scores
And half-organized sermons
Is mightier than any of his sons
I’ve been away since 700 BCE
But you’ll still know me when I come home
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 1:03 AM UTC
i often wonder where i’ll go
or be, or stand, or bike, or row
the only thing i need to know
is where i’ll be
when the flowers grow.
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
We’re in the same boat
No idea where we’re sailing
No sight of location
For we are the destination
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
All roads lead here, the Conduit says.
You cannot count the infinite paths.
To fathom every touch is madness.
But, brick by brick, time after time..
This place has written its own history.
How can it be so, in such a small plot,
To spin the tales of so many?
To be the grand hall of tears and joy,
misery and folly, hope and fear?
Who would we be without it?
How are we so bound to a singularity?
We must marvel at the commonness of it all.
We must marvel and be thankful.
We must marvel but not dwell.
All places, in all worlds are the shapers of creation.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
You're not in my class
neither are you
it's the right time
but something's off
Wrong room
wrong room
We swapped
I forgot
just roll with it
act like you belong
no one will notice
Everyone's noticed
leave before it's too late
Where am I supposed to be
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Who knows where the heart of a man resides?
In the mountains?
In the sea?
In an empty chest like cavity?
Be it hers or mine?
Because who knows where the heart of a man resides?
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
Located in the prime location
Precisely at the right spot.
Squaring up the square
Laid to measure on the map.
Equal each side a cube stands
Aligned to the column
brimful every inch.
What now? ‘Looking for a margin,
Wide margin in the solid core.’
Like a human wants to turn up here
From every corner every nook.
The star splashes into its constellation
Like the sun and the moon
Love to wrap around here
Through the fastest route!
What now? ‘Everyone wants a margin
Wide margin where it matters all
It couldn’t be more brimful.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
Could this be the day I've waited for?
When all my hard work doesn't go ignored?
They always walk away...
So there's no use in trying anymore
It's like my life is looked upon by jealous eyes
Plucking the pearls and personality from my bones
They lay the hiatus of happiness with lies
Because there's no use in trying anymore
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
......And I'm like why you gotta be so
Cold,
being completely open don't make you
Soft at all in the sequences that we follow,
I'm hallow,
To the way you speak the way I speak,
why you gotta be so cold,
Im just trying to make a mends so in
The after life I would be judged as an adventurous
good fellow,
I would not wanna waste your time,
You're just out of line,
and I'm like why you gotta be so cold.
/
I have to praise you like I should,
Love you like I should,
Bring the ocean and the stars to your location
Like I should,
creative mountains of our futures together,
Bleeding out bliss and collecting
Photos of our past life in which we escaped
At a young age,
Forgetting the eternal struggle,
We've learn to love without hate,
We've learn to go forward,
We've learn to make the best
Of this,
We've come along way.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Is it such a terrible dilema
To be torn between two
Roads in which opposing
Realities compete for existence
Should I be so common
Or with a key to the unknown
Do I open the lock of life
And achieve the unexcpected
Nostalgia has a deathgrip
A noose of fonder times
Chokes out the potential
In dreams which have yet to come
I dare to be unpredictable
To, with hesitation now passed,
Conquer the life unlived
Willingly, regretting nothing.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
Meeting friendly people, in knowing
That friendship was never an option here
Slow journeys, with heavy eyelids
Wondering when home will return
For home is not a location
But a mere fly on the wall
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
~
Waves of Love.
I will rise above the sea of myst
Glistening clouds I’ll kiss
Joyfully singing as Krishan I visit
O holy spirit
I fumble my words but I love you so
The one for whom we are given loving glow
My structure more or less rigid I know
Time to just go ahead and let it flow
Making sweet usic with keystrokes
Enduring nothing, loving for show
The light of a universe creating illusion
The confusion, always eluding
It is to known I will say it cldarly
The universe is made of love
So come on, get near me!
Not me, physical, though you may if you wish
But me the consciousness
For it is awareness
The giver of all that is
And I am so grateful
That I could give you all a kiss
Hi neighbors
Hi family
Hi friends
Hi lovers
We all need to begin
By loving each other.
@
Location
Troubling always
When you believe in location
As if there are some
And they are more valuable.
The world is not made of locations
It is always here
It is always here.
Location is mental
It is narrative of instrument
Be
Free
Live
#
123 numbers
One is Unity
Two is Separation
Three is Creativity
Four is Rationality
Five is the World
Six is Man
Seven is Heaven
8 is Infinity
9 is the End
10 begins again
Eleven is Unity
$
Money
Imaginary wealth
To distract us
From what truly is
%
100 of it is Love
^
As above
So below
&
And then…
Light
*
Stars that twinkle stars that shine
Hint at something, more divine
If you stay you’ll hear a message
“Don’t forget
You are a blessing!”
(
I think a lot of thoughts
But they are not me)
_
Floors don’t exist
And never
Is imaginary
+
Adding and subtracting is futile
The nature of the game
Is always 0
!
How could I forget
To exclaim
My name
K
Emanuel!
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Sterling eyes close the falling red ward
Big Brother has seen it all
He tells me: *there is danger
Terror past the massive, all-protecting Atlantic*
Don’t stray there, the mouth
of stumbling heads say,
They want to take away
Our safety, our ways, our Freedom
Mr. Elected reassures
*Nothing will harm you
Not with me going there
I don’t want you going there*
He speaks like my mom
Warning me of the illicits
I am too vulnerable to experience
It’s death I’ll go to- I’ve been told
Sleepless red monocular
Enlightening the air to a passive blue
It’s opacity beneath and above
Ascending again
Mama and Baba say it’s time to go home
I confront the arid peninsula of Qatar
Lungs accustomed, vitality not frozen
Precariously perceiving the harmful
Sentiments of years past in Jordan,
I wonder why
my kin would ban this place
Rumor on dirt pavement in a draft, ears picking up
*The Atlantic is not to be crossed,
A lack of morals, malintentions
lay beyond the scape.*
Extravagant grenade above,
Falling to the horizon
And no detonation, collapsing behind a curved veil
Skyward lay the remnants
Of heat, frozen in time
The lips in a box on this shoreside
Warn *the zephyrs from the ornery
Reaches towards our home
Be on guard of the deceitful
star at night that rains red*
Tomorrow may not be there
My blood brothers of Lebanon say,
But I wait, field of vision
aligned to the east
Aural stumbles translate, articulating
My brethren begin their search of food
And in too many moments unnoticed,
Black on bottom, red on the low, blue slowly suffocating the obscurity above
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC