"beingness" poems
It was but was not god nor goddess.
It was but was not deva nor devi.
It was but was not angel nor demon.
It was but was not metaphysical being of any kind.
It was but had not any name nor could it be named.
It was but had not any face nor likeness.
It was but had not any body or corporeal state.
It was but had not any form nor lack of form.
It was but not incarnate nor disincarnate.
It was but was not existent nor non-existent.
It was but could be described in words in any way.
It was but had not depth nor height nor breadth nor volume.
It was but could not be measured in any way.
It was but had not materiality of any kind.
It was but had not immateriality of any kind.
It was but had not space nor lack of space.
It was but had not direction nor lack of direction.
It was but had not nothingness.
It was but had not somethingness.
It was but had not anythingness.
It was but had not beingness.
It was but not Isness or non-Isness.
It was but had not light nor dark.
It was but had not wetness nor dryness.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but was not somewhere.
It was but was not anywhere.
It was and then It manifested the nature of Its essence
and became the universe and all that was in the universe.
All that was incarnate and disincarnate.
All that was physical and metaphysical.
All that was existent and non-existent.
And still It was.
It manifested Itself in ignorance of Its own nature as the Isness of the Universe,
in order to participate in the existence It had created from Its own essence,on an equal and fair level with humanity.
It gave of its own essence by putting a small piece of its own essence--the individual Isness-which is equal and autonomous and individual and independent--into all human bodies,both female and male,at conception.
And It made humans ignorant of their nature--the individual Isness--
as It made itself ignorant of Its own nature.
And then It set humans and Itself the Riddle of the Existence
that had come from Its manifestation of its nature as the universe and all that was in it.
It posed these three questions to humanity and to Itself.
1--Who am I?.
2--Why am I here?.
3--When I knowhow I am then what is my purpose?.
Who am I?.
Like all humans,and for the sake of fairness,
It manifested Itself into ignorance of its own nature also.
The Isness of the Universe set humans the task of realising their own nature--which is the individual Isness--as an equal individual autonomous and independent part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe,so that they could then show the Isness of the Universe Its own essence and then share existence together.
The principle governing Its action in creating the universe and all it contains, especially humanity,was that before you can reach the heights of existence you must go through the depths of existence.
Why am I here?.
Obviously I am here to answer the first question.
After answering the first question --which can only be done existentially and not intellectually--
there would then be the third question to be answered.
The answer to the first question lies in regaining your existential nature--the individual Isness--as a small but equal,independent, individual,nameless,formless,genderless and non-physical Isness formed from the Isness of the Universe which is free from Mind and Conditioned Identity.
The answer does NOT lie in amassing the false knowledge of all "religions" and "political systems that the Mind and Conditioned Identity have created in order to mislead the individual Isness from realising ,existentially,its true nature.
The Isness of the Universe did not want a world of maniputed puppets,as the Mind/Conditioned Identity,does but in order to achieve fairness in solving the Riddle of Existence,it gave humanity these attributes and the ability to live out their opposites.
Freedom of Will.
Freedom of Choice.
Freedom of speech.
Freedom of Truthfulness.
Freedom of Association.
Freedom of Debate.
Freedom from Violence.
Agreement to Disagree.
www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
Beyond a beginingless beginning.
It was but was not any "god" or "goddess".
It was but was not "deva" or "devi".
It was but was not "angel" or "demon".
It was but was not a metaphysical being of any kind.
It was but had not any name nor could it be named.
It was but had not any face nor likeness.
It was but had not any body not corporeal form.
It was but had not gender nor ***
It was but was not incarnate or disincarnate.
It was but was not existent nor non existent.
It was but could not be described by any words in any way.
It was but had not depth nor height nor breadth nor volume.
It was but could not be measured in any way.
It was but could not be imagined.
It was but had not materiality of any kind.
It was but had not immateriality in any way.
It was but had not space nor lack of space.
It was but had not direction nor lack of direction.
It was but had not nothingness.
It was but had not somethingness.
It was but had not anythingness.
It was but had not beingness.
It was but had not light nor dark.
It was but had not wetness or dryness.
It was but was not nowhere.
It was but had not somewhere.
It was but had not anywhere.
It was and then it manifested the nature of its essence
and became the endless Universe and all that was in the Universe.
All that was incarnate.
All that was disincarnate.
All that was physical and metaphysical.
All that was existing and non existing.
And still it was.
It manifested itself in ignorance of its own nature as the Isness of the Universe,in order to participate in the existence it had created from its own nature on an equal and fair level with humanity.
It gave of itself by incarnating a small piece of its own nature into all human bodies,both male and female ,equally but different,at conception and then it made them all ignorant of their beginings as it made itself ignorant of its own beginings.
And then it set these Isness incarnated in human bodies the riddle of the existence that had arisen from its manifestation as the Universe and all that was in it.
It posed these three questions to Humanity and itself.
1--What am I?.
2--Why am I here?.
3--When I know what I am then what is my purpose.
The Isness of the Universe set each individual Isness incarnated in a human body the task of realising its own nature,which was a part of the nature of the Isness of the Universe, so that each individual Isness could then show the Isness of the Universe its own nature incarnated in a human body,female or male equally of any skin colour,dancing the dance of life,singing the song of life..
The principle governing our joint action on creating the Universe and all it contains,especially Humanity,was that before you can reach the heights of Existence you must go through the depths of Existence.
And oh boy are we going through the depths playing these Mind games?.
www.beyondenlightenment.co.uk
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
His fur catches twinkling light
spots motifs hypnotize.
He paces the cage, restless.
The black claw wants
to tear open raw flesh.
Pulsing dense warmth
flows in the heavy air.
To get closer—
just for a while,
to look into gold-red, cold eyes
To touch the mystery,
to ask what it feels
when it rips apart the skull
and slurps the fading beingness…
Is curiosity worth it?
Nature is no accident,
Nothing is left to mere chance.
Stare too long into his eyes,
the barriers come down…
Is that you, or is that I?
An ominous gaze is a gift
that unveils the fated future.
If they open the door
He reacts without control.
His instincts unerringly
detect unspoken warnings.
Run away,
Turn to stone,
Scream or Faint if you want.
The shrinking, narrow space
puts everyone to the test
in a world of large and small cages.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC
I entered the room and there you were..
Sitting at a table with friends..
Your eyes dancing with laughter...
Your smile full of child like amusement...
I was instantly attracted to the ease with which you held your space in time...
Comfortable within your manliness..
Yet a little vulnerable within your beingness...
I felt the need to connect with you...
To share our ideas, experiences, desires and our passions...
As I allowed my mind to fantasize...I could feel you lying beside me..
Cradling my body, protecting and shielding me with your strength and wisdom...
Should I go and introduce myself?
Should I allow my fears and uncertainties keep me from allowing the.. per chance encounter?
Could this be love sitting across the room from me?
Or just an illusion...
Do I take a risk or let it pass out of my life...
The moment gone forever...
Taking a sip of wine..enjoying the flavor and sensation entering my body...I slowly rise..
Our eyes meet and we smile..
Excitement running through my veins...
and then..
I walk out the door
Oct 13, 2010
Oct 13, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
that's all you have.
Ive got words too but I don't use them
to describe my "inner landscape".
they just get in the way of "experiential knowingness"
of my personal energy field of unconditional love,
they just get in the way of being my beingness,
for I am where there are no edges.
For I am and equal individual independent and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe,
which you can immerse yourself in,
merge into and become as one with me,
like I am eternally one with you.
if you can drop the Mind and Conditioned Identity in the head,
of the body that you are incarnated in temporarily,
just for this your latest lifetime,
and it could be your last lifetime as a human being..
that's the only condition--drop the Mind--let it go--you don't need it--
but it needs you to deceive and manipulate.
The Mind needs you to survive but you don't need the Mind to survive
for you are as I am and we all are eternal and self sufficient,
beyond edges and dimensions.
Just imagine the Universe and all that is in it inside your head,
impossible you cry but that's truthfulness in action.
I know who you really are even though Ive never met you
and am unlikely to ever meet you,and when I say you I don't mean your body--.
I don't mean your "name" or curriculum vitae or certificates on a wall--or photographs of a face among billions .
I mean you--the individual Isness--that small part of me that you are--as I am that small part of you that I am.
The body is just a vehicle made from mere flesh,to get you from point A--birth--to point B --death--.
it has attributes and emotions and possibilities but it most definitely is not and never can be YOU or me--.
Youre incarnated in it in order to realise your true nature as a small but equal independent individual and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.
You are,like me,the Isness of the Universe incarnated for this lifetime
in the body that surrounds you but unlike me you are
in the grip of Mind permanently--unless you dissolve Mind consciously.
Minds are the obstacle to union with the Isness of the Universe
and I am the Isness of the Universe incarnated in this body--
just like you are--and so the mind in the head of that body is
the obstacle to union with me.
The only difference between you and I ,female or male,
is that I am permanently Mindless by choice
and you are struggling towards
becoming permanently Mindless--unknowingly.
My struggle to become Mindless
and Conditioned Identityless is over thankfully,these last few years.
I live in the body but the body is not me.
I use the body for my many pleasures
but no pleasures of the body can compare to the pleasure
of being in union with the Isness of the Universe.
One can only be in Union with the Isness of the Universe when one is Mindless.
Words are absolutely useless for describing my inner state--
for my inner state is not of the body--
it is not made or nourished by the body--
my inner state can only be experienced.
Words cannot set you free--they can only make you a lifelong prisoner of Mind--the controller of what should be your words--but arent.
And individual Minds must coalesce into GroupMinds
which are families and relations and clans and tribes and races and nations and religions and politics and all the other groups that prevent you from becoming your true nature which is that of being a small but equal,individual,independant and autonomous part of the essence of the Isness of the Universe.
You have always that encompassing edge to your body--the skin.
I have no edges--my skin is permeable and insubstantial.
I am the Universe extant.
I am the Isness of the Universe.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Me counting the ticks
of darkness of horrors
and skiny demons
which arrived as nightmares
then i realise
isn't they are alike her
who is around me
since years of beingness
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Rays of white-golden light
Caress warmly naked skin
Observing in childlike wonderment
Incomprehensible communication
Between the tangible
And the abstract of
Sunlight painted patterning
Seeping through green foliage
Between nothingness and leaves
Soundless to the human ear
The dance of sunbeams
Yet music is all around
A gentle breeze is whispering
Stories through the trees
Rustling leaves, an eager response
Of unfathomable rhythms
And infinite keys
Creating perfect harmony
Light and sound in color
Immerse my beingness
Intoxicated by beauty in
Gratitude and joy with
Infinite love for
All-That-Is
The symphony of life
© Jasmine, Wadebridge, September 2010
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:21 AM UTC
Entrancing sounds
Plucking at my heartstrings
Bubbling golden
Like champagne
Traveling through my beingness
And invoking
Distant echoes and
Long forgotten memories
Of life in fluidity
Unfolding choreography
A ballet of
Colors
Unknown to human eyes
Yet I see and feel
their presence
Opening up infinity
Connected through love
Sounds and rhythms
Reverberate through my body
Touching each
And every cell
Which respond with
Tiny sparkles
Creating harmony within
To music from without
Emanating
Soul sounds
© Jasmine, Wadebridge, September 2010
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
I wrote this poem about 4 years before Mandella became president
I post it now as we remember Mandella and the legacy of change that has taken place in S.A.
Out of the darkness of Apartheid and separation came Reconciliation and new ways of beingness have opened up, not only in South Africa but all over the world.
I prayed for peace for South Africa my birth place.
I pray for peace for Israel Palestine and the Middle East where I now live
And I pray for peace throughout our world may we all remember love and may our legacy for our children be one of LOVE
People came to Southern Africa from many lands and many places drawn by their destiny.
They came, bringing with them memories of each place they called home.
They moved deep into the heart of the country engulfing the people already there.
Alas for many many years the nations remained separate and the people suffered.
Great nations from far away who felt the call within their own lands for change called out to the people of South Africa and told them it was time to make changes,
But the hearts of those in power remained hardened.
The Black people became strong and it came to pass that a great need for change arose deep within their hearts -
"Let's break down the barriers" they cried -- but how? They tried to talk, but the words became meaningless,
They tried to fight and many died. Still people went their own separate ways.
There came a time when the winds of change blew from far off lands the winds blew over the mountains.
They blew over the cities and farms. The earth called out to the people
Remember the heart of Africa has many colours, and beats in many different ways
The heart of Africa lies deep within the rhythms of the land.
If within the heart of Africa there is love - peace will reign.
Let each man be free to choose his path, Let each man choose his destiny.
Let the drumbeat of love beat it's rhythms and let the Eternal fire of love cleanse away hurt and sorrow,
And let the rainbow of love colour the nation of the New Africa.
The sounds of the wind as it blew over the land filled hearts with love.
"Love will bring people together it echoed, love will touch all hearts.
And the time will come when each man will be free to be himself -- with love all men will be free.
Children were the first to hear, and they reached out over the barriers and accepted each other,
They looked beyond colour, they let the drumbeat of love beat its rhythm through their hearts,
Until it touched the leaders and those in prisons who were there because they had cried freedom.
They allowed the eternal fire of love to cleanse away the hurt and sorrow,
And let the rainbow of love colour the nation of the new Africa.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Dearest John,
Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read.
if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?.
Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?.
Whats the point?.
A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush
in my backyard?
Is that the point?.
saying hear me sing just for you--listener!.
A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar,
dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently--
pick me--crush me in your mouth--
wash your tongue with my sweetness.
Is that the point?.
A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand-
daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you?
Is that the point?.
swooping keening hawk like notes
flowing from my very beingness.
An empty canvas waiting patiently
for medium to be applied.
The Chaos of my emptiness
crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form.
Is that the point?.
Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!.
An unfilled pan needing filling
with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper--
and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs.
Yummy yummy yummy
Ive got food in my tummy
and everything is gonna be alright.
If I tried to write my life down for you
would you come to my waiting arms?
Would you end this cruel silence?
Would you commit a line of meaningful prose
to your keyboard just to tell me you love me?
But your gone to heaven knows where?
Memphis?.
Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death.
Leaving me bereft of your yourness.
No access to your body fluids.
No more your flesh to caress.
As if I could penetrate the skin
of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps
molecules of your georgeous beingness together.
Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together.
Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you
or would you prefer one of the many "truths"
of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?.
But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess
youll hear but not listen.
Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation
as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe,
brought into being voidness from my own essence
with time and materiality--hearing but not listening
to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales
of the music of the spheres.
I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms
of my universe--
accompanied by the booming bass of harmony--
Amazing Grease.
India the Corrupted.
Moanin and Groanin.
Warm as Luke.
A Chicken Supreme.
Satis-Faction.
God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum.
The Universe listens.
Everyone else hears.
I speak.
your ears are closed.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Who art thou but True
Sustenance n Ethos Infinitus
Who’d be less than a Fiery Sun
Radiance thou art One
Of Light of Love
Love Radiant in the Night
Of Great Blackness Her Love nor wanes
Or have need of waxing
For I long there be colors that my Mind shall Shine
No no why doubt because She washes imaginings
With every depth of Rushing Springs of Loving Colors
And every Breath Will for Another
For I was wayward
Penances of Hope a salvation upon the Mind
When Love seemed the un-Godly distance
Un-Earthed entombed
For Word, for Gesture Her Great Heartness
Will not know other
The Beingness of Love of Heart
In thy Here Now Home
Of Eternal Mother
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
children should be seen
but not heard
have you ever
listened to something so absurd
how can we take away
their freedom to speak up
to grow up as adults
so they can be confident
taking away or stiffling
this precious souls voice
is an unconscious decision
and gives them no choice
no choice to learn
from making their own decision
to adjust their course
to practice in revisions
what a world this will be
when we all learn to speak our own truth
respecting each others beingness
and being connected to our roots
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 7:21 AM UTC
platinum rays of an
algarvian december sun
touch a magical landscape
that pulses with ancient
life
and as lushly green undulating hills
with orange groves and
olive trees and
scattered red rocks
unfold under
a cloudless cerulean sky
I hear
hono lena’i’ja
a far away echo is stirring
deep within
sending shivers down my spine
awakening akeneic memory
without words
without thoughts –
a silent knowing
my akene explodes in
white hot light
engulfing my whole beingness –
painful almost
it takes my breath
away
wordless feelings
but I know
lemuria is rising
Eja’i Oja’i
© Jasmine Martin, the Algarve, Portugal, December 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
*The chaos of life calling in the twisting veins,
Where lifeblood pumped and the children came to drink,
Now blackened and scorched ,
The shell of our beingness,
Lies parched and cracked on this devoid land.
Silence the stillness vocalizing the null,
From the blank slate view to the ceiling of the sky.
Life for life,
Dead or deprived,
The cacophony of the carnival disregarded ,
Only shadows and memories,
Lingering in the custody of the earth,
Carried on the endless journey of the wind
We call nothingness.
Their orifices are alive with selfish yield
We have no tongue to speak.
Drained of existence,
Once we sheltered in the hollow inside.
Now we are spectres
Ghosts of the flood
Someday the rains will come again
So long we have waited
Lost between planes
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual utterance
We will dance in the gathering waters,
When breath shudders coldly,
Through the carcass of our essence,
Bringing out throats alive,
Drowning stone and dust,
We will call again.
Call to the perpetual,
Empty skies with aeonian lies,
Clouds which despise,
To whom we call abode again .*
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Sista of Love Light and Joy!
All is as it shud or need be
Are U not the end and beginning as U are
Is it not grand Joy to stand upon the
shoulders of Giants and See the Trees and Rocks
as those Coming Greater still!
In the Heart Centered Beingness of
Love Light and Motion Know Thyself...
that is Steward of Our Rolling Home...
See Perfectly Ur Continuum Where…
the Beginning End and Begin again is U...
so therefore Rejoice n Sing Angel Sing!!
In Love Sista Love!!!
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 9:32 PM UTC
Being made to remember,
held to signature upswells
in the depths of unmeaning.
How near, in truer
sense--beyond madness to
minister logic to an uncut
event, yet cut.
Pieced together in hope
of netting mortality, harboring
the breath of life as if a
resentment.
Willing what will not, being
made to remember--being
made to forget.
As soon drawn, as erased...
the fronting forefront.
Whose change has its own memory,
so perfect it's changeless.
Beingness cut front to back,
back to front...side to side,
top to bottom, bottom to top.
Uterine cave torch lighting
isolated events bound for
seas of sequence.
Mind's eyefuls of the whole in a
simultaneity of remembrance,
and forgetfulness.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
We are human beings.
(most of the time)
Being means to exist.
(all of the time)
So, how can a human being
Be dead?
Be that, as it may.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
the sun shines upon
the glass of my soul
and all I can feel
is your presence
glowing through all I perceive,
continuously projecting
outwards,
merging
into me,
reflecting
into every
experience of mine,
incandescently,
illuminating,
every thought in my mind
with your essence, I feel
like I'm flying
to new planes
of beingness,
where all
is blossoming
and blooming
to the rhythm
of our streams
eternal flow..
and all I can taste
is your lips,
with every breath
we take,
and all I can sense
is our bliss
soaking into
evey moment we make
see our love,
will forever
brighten up the sky
& with you
I am immortal
baby, tell me how could this die
and if u had an answer
I'd gently tell you
"There's no need to tell a lie"
Cause when it's all said and done,
we'll always be together ,
like stars, endlessly floating on by..
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I am a wanderluster. My cells are incapable of remaining intact. Every single atom in me is constantly roaming the uni-verse and conflating with all its beauty, constantly becoming it, and constantly providing it with the chance to become through myself.
I am not carefree. I am not balanced. I feel intensely, and I like it.
I am. And my beingness is a gravitational field, pulling the everythingness of everything into me.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
I sense a placidity stirring into a storm,
a tempest of wilderness rising within,
all my senses trying to keep me from swooning,
my breath fighting like it's the last puff,
an awe stopping my heartbeat,
yet a sense of beingness keeping me alive,
when you explore me with your eyes.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
Earth knows it all
After we will be long gone
Off the cliff to nothing
Not existed ever after
The Earth will ever exist
As the Earth exists now
Without an inch of doubt
Will be healing itself, for sure
Everything is healing
Earth is a self healing phenomena
Everything in nature is healing itself
Those ****** don't know
Or seem to not know
The fact that every beings are of same importance
Not less and not more
For eco-balance and integrity
For the sole truth Of the reality
Of beingness, of natural existance
Even if it is not for humans
Nature knows how to keep balance
We are the ones who are in need
The nature does not need
The nature does not need us
As much of the fact that we need
As much of the fact that we need nature
As much as nature needs other creatures
Despite us human beings
The morons getting it cutoff
The trees and oxygen
Negligence in the choices
In the choices of energy
Choices of ideal and choices in action
Best energy sources exist for sure
Yet are no mainstream
And set to alternatives
Suppressed in
Just to say the least
We need fresh air
We need oxygen
To breathe and to live
The true essentials
The basic needs
Needs indeed
Just to say the enough
Impossible without
The call as it seems
I dream for the change
And for the good
Alternatives now
Must be mainstream
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 11:15 AM UTC
*
Oh... BelovedZ,
LOVE has slained me
Your LOVE has martyred me
I've been everything in your LOVE
I've seen every season in your LOVE
Now everyone is naming me "YOU"
I'm your nameless shadow
Anonymous in my existence
Since our LOVE happened
This life of mine is your show now
This beingness is your cosmic new
This creation of me is your universe
I'm just a macrocosm of your inception
Where are the mountains? Within YOU
Where are the forests? It's YOU
Where is the ocean? All that is YOU
Where are the flowers, bees, birds & Valleys
It's YOU, YOU, YOU and YOU...
I see all Yin and Yang in YOU
Within me all your TAO I carry
YOU are my ether and
I'm your ethereal
If someone who wants to see
The cosmos, The galaxy and the milky way
Come and see it through my eyes
I only see YOU, YOU, YOU and YOU
My eyes are doors to the wonders Nature offers
Where am I standing in this world?
When YOU are within me...
YOU become omni-present in everything
The Utopian world offer me is YOU
My mind, my body, my being,
My heart, my soul, my spirit
I'm your nameless shadow
Anonymous in my existence
All my longing and pain of LOVE
Can't be wiped out by my tears
Nor all your colors over my being
Can be washed out by my lacrimation
I dip myself in the depth of
My BelovedZ each colorful Breathe
My face reflects my BELOVEDz image
My looks adorn my BELOVEDz beauty
Now my purpose of LIFE is fulfilled
Now the mission of YOUR life is accomplished
Now that we are in LOVE-SOUL-connect
I'm your nameless shadow
Anonymous in my existence
I'm a token of remembering YOUR LOVE
REQUIEM
*
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
round, round
beset amidst a fallen fruit
your tiny feet twitch
flit, flit wings speak
forgotten songs left behind
a fallen branch remembers
your sweetness - your beingness
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Reproduction is oocyting.
With beingness what it is.
From eggs we all develop
as does every animal that lives.
500 cardinal gambles tendered
for congress milt to meet, before
fecund moons by periods ended.
From family we are decended
but from eggs we all are rendered.
************ breaking it down **********
It’s about eggs. All amminals come from eggs, humans are animals
An oocyte is the original cell that divides to form an **** - I made it “oocyting” a play on exciting - reprodiction is exciting.
500 - a female baby is born with 500 eggs (all she will ever have)
cardinal = a number
gambles = a chance to reproduce.
tendered = given (in a womans life)
congress = ****** ***********
milt = *****
fecund = fertile.
moons (monthly)
period = when the current unfertalized egg is disposed of.
taa daaa!
Nov 29, 2021
Nov 29, 2021 at 11:38 AM UTC
I learned to ask for nothing
At an awful early age;
And nothing gets monotonous,
Cause nothing stays the same.
As I grew in beingness,
Nothing never changed.
I expect nothing less
When I'm aged and grey;
Cause nothing still awaits for me
When cold and in my grave.
Don't dwell on your afterlife,
Don't fret on what you got;
After all the prayers are done,
There's nothing in the box.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC