#ramdass - Hello Poetry

The mystic missed the mist For he was focused on the most The waterfall, the all, the awe No longer just the grist, the gist He was the mill, the real, the wheel No longer knowing, he could fully feel Past the taste, the snack, and to the meal So freely given he could not hope to steal

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Apr 8, 2021

Apr 8, 2021 at 5:28 PM UTC

djones_wit

The Mystic's Meal

The mystic missed the mist For he was focused on the most The waterfall, the all, the awe No longer just the grist, the gist He was the mill, the real, the wheel No longer knowing, he could fully feel Past the taste, the snack, and to the meal So freely given he could not hope to steal

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Sun and moon Flower and bloom This is a cartoon But also in tune With reality The stream flowing freely Merrily, dreamily The me flowing me-ly Mealy Milly We are Grist for the Mill That’s the gist, I’m just a shill In the mist, I don’t shoot to **** I aim my arrow with love To heal, I wield this skill And I point my pistol high into the sky I will throw away my shot Again and again So that others know where to aim I am but a photon blasting into and out of the sun I am all and I am one Just begun, yet fully spun Not just having fun, I am become

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Mar 28, 2021

Mar 28, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC

djones_wit

Grist for the Mill/My Shot

Sun and moon Flower and bloom This is a cartoon But also in tune With reality The stream flowing freely Merrily, dreamily The me flowing me-ly Mealy Milly We are Grist for the Mill That’s the gist, I’m just a shill In the mist, I don’t shoot to **** I aim my arrow with love To heal, I wield this skill And I point my pistol high into the sky I will throw away my shot Again and again So that others know where to aim I am but a photon blasting into and out of the sun I am all and I am one Just begun, yet fully spun Not just having fun, I am become

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Spinning mad futile psychoses delusional disorder persecutory follow me follow me follow me Crucify crucify crucify The lions are at the gates The LIONS are at the GATES Please — please, PANIC They asked for volunteers and you swore You SWORE And here you are exposing the secret belying the deepest chasms of affinity for nothing be nothing be nothing be nothing Thirty pieces of silver is too much The LIONS are AT the GATES You SWORE They told you it would **** They told you what it felt like to be dissected on a molecular level — to plummet headlong through a blackhole out from the context of what has been and into the being of all that will ever YOU SWORE And here we are — here I am alone And the LIONS are AT THE GATES And we’ve lost another solider to cafeteria food and freshly waxed vinyl flooring and the smell of unscented soap and non-alcoholic hand sanitizers and the taste of Bob Barker toothpaste that fills your mouth as you scrape your maw with ironlike hard plastic bristles and the sound of a door propping open as you shower to make sure you’re not hanging from the curtain and the taste you get on the back of your tongue when you feel the air that is so stale from locked windows and doors it makes you feel nauseous thinking about it and the girl in the corner of the room who colors and you know that she swore too you know that she swore too you know that she swore too because you were there And I am left HERE ALONE EVENTHOUGHYOUSWORE EVENTHOUGHTHEYTOLDYOUITWOULDSUCK EVENTHOUGH THE LIONS ARE AT THE GATE I should have known. They told me it would **** when they asked for volunteers.

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Jan 6, 2020

Jan 6, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC

Llarson

ChrisT

Spinning mad futile psychoses delusional disorder persecutory follow me follow me follow me Crucify crucify crucify The lions are at the gates The LIONS are at the GATES Please — please, PANIC They asked for volunteers and you swore You SWORE And here you are exposing the secret belying the deepest chasms of affinity for nothing be nothing be nothing be nothing Thirty pieces of silver is too much The LIONS are AT the GATES You SWORE They told you it would **** They told you what it felt like to be dissected on a molecular level — to plummet headlong through a blackhole out from the context of what has been and into the being of all that will ever YOU SWORE And here we are — here I am alone And the LIONS are AT THE GATES And we’ve lost another solider to cafeteria food and freshly waxed vinyl flooring and the smell of unscented soap and non-alcoholic hand sanitizers and the taste of Bob Barker toothpaste that fills your mouth as you scrape your maw with ironlike hard plastic bristles and the sound of a door propping open as you shower to make sure you’re not hanging from the curtain and the taste you get on the back of your tongue when you feel the air that is so stale from locked windows and doors it makes you feel nauseous thinking about it and the girl in the corner of the room who colors and you know that she swore too you know that she swore too you know that she swore too because you were there And I am left HERE ALONE EVENTHOUGHYOUSWORE EVENTHOUGHTHEYTOLDYOUITWOULDSUCK EVENTHOUGH THE LIONS ARE AT THE GATE I should have known. They told me it would **** when they asked for volunteers.

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Separation That appears to be part and parcel with this human incarnation My ego cuts ME off with no oxygen I? Flail and wail like a child whose lost his mother A fish in a world meant for another species entirely I dissolve, evolve and transcend my shape to embrace Not only you but the I in you and the you in me and the never-ending connectivity of human consciousness. Awaken and its as if I've fallen into a nightmare, a terror so vivid More real than reality. Alas it is reality and I am awake and dead And so are you. Though still alive, ironically in loss of a body I feel my connection, my mother, my father, my familia in the plants. With the animals. With the humans and their complex struggle Divided always , but entirely one within themselves Union The world at large When disengaged from ego, re-engaged with the World Soul The loving awareness that you really are Always was and will always be Forever and ever Completely not reliant on any outside forces. In the sense of the verb as well as the noun. I AM LOVING AWARENESS. When disengaged from ego, re-engaged with the World Soul.

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Oct 6, 2016

Oct 6, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC

nico-allentine

Thank you Ram Dass

Separation That appears to be part and parcel with this human incarnation My ego cuts ME off with no oxygen I? Flail and wail like a child whose lost his mother A fish in a world meant for another species entirely I dissolve, evolve and transcend my shape to embrace Not only you but the I in you and the you in me and the never-ending connectivity of human consciousness. Awaken and its as if I've fallen into a nightmare, a terror so vivid More real than reality. Alas it is reality and I am awake and dead And so are you. Though still alive, ironically in loss of a body I feel my connection, my mother, my father, my familia in the plants. With the animals. With the humans and their complex struggle Divided always , but entirely one within themselves Union The world at large When disengaged from ego, re-engaged with the World Soul The loving awareness that you really are Always was and will always be Forever and ever Completely not reliant on any outside forces. In the sense of the verb as well as the noun. I AM LOVING AWARENESS. When disengaged from ego, re-engaged with the World Soul.

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