Vassana M

Vassana M Nov 2012

One must commit mistakes to learn with pained mind
To err is the nature of humankind
And one shall always accept that of which is not
To be illusioned, the ****** identifications, the Self a fabricated rot
The fool has propensity to cheat, posing oneself an intelligent being
They'll write books of Self philosophies and fail to realize their lack of flawless seeing
Our senses are imperfect, we are too proud of our eyes
One cannot see God but within the dark our hands also disappear and that is the mass demise

Thus how does one become a liberated soul
Without losing sight of its conscious whole

A real question.

Vassana M Nov 2012

No. 3

And like LSD in the spine,
small parts of you will sleep forever
in the back of my bones,
in my little ligaments,
my feral fluids.

Because you are such an ambrosial mix of chemicals
floating along side this vessel in space
and I'd enjoy it ever so much
if you melted and overtook me with your enzymes
so that
we
could be
one.

Vassana M Nov 2012

Red Moon

You are always waning in the sea of light
It's been ages since I've seen you in full bloom.
I feel your absence more than the oceans
And in my mind you've left a room
With cobwebs untouched that still feel everything
And winds that whisper but no longer sing.

There is no consistency in your fervent waltz
Your beams fail to reach the last syllable of our recorded time
Your iridescent presence is ever present
But I cannot find you in our amethyst sky.
Not even in quiet rooms with a gaze shot through the silhouetted glass,
Nor are you found in drips within the dim swaying seas of tall grass.

Even still your beauty is shattered in waters
And on forest paths you've left your melancholic glow.
Had your soul up and floated on from this place
My existence would not have the blessed privilege to know.
Because we share the same space but not similar minds
And we give the same beacons of light but love ideas of different kinds.

You are the celestial being with multitudes that I will almost always fail to understand
And thus I will return to the Earth a being to adore you in ways only eyes can.

Vassana M Nov 2012

No. 2

But your bandanna says it all tucked under your face.
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes.
I know the shape of your hands because I watch them when you talk.
And I know the shape of your body 'cause I watch it when you walk.

Charming, crazy eyes have you, are they grey or green,
I could listen to you speak forever but never know what you mean.

And your voice tames the sweet thunder in my heart with quiet calls.
I don't care about your long hair; not a little, not at all.
The secret of the Sun is in you not in me.
"You're what the Moon has always meant and what the Sun will always sing."

Charming, crazy eyes have you, are they grey or green
I could listen to you speak forever but never know what you mean.

This is a song I wrote. I guess lyrics are poems, too.

Vassana M Nov 2012

No. 1

A grin as wide as the ocean, his lips the smooth ribbons in waves as the sun undergoes a setting.
A dance with words in greeting, the effortless lack of cumbersome voids
but in them our dancing shapes and laughter.
An embrace embodying our unity in which we have become a foreign groove;
the orchestrated melody in which minds cannot comprehend how to move to.
We, in our own, a language no one else understands.
And if in our foolishness the world around us falls into shambles, I know ours won’t.
But he is only the faint wisp of an echo in the mountains, the mere illusion of an oasis, the waterfall in the far woods under a bright white sky, twigs and leaves interrupting a brook, the last firefly alight in a jar,
the fluttering words on the breath of two seekers.

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