"dimensionless" poems
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I see you
You see me
And it is true both we exist
You love me
I love you
And it is true both we exist
One day you saw me
At least one day I also saw you
One day you felt me
At least one day I also felt you
One day I saw your beauty
at least one day you felt that I was in your mind
we felt that we loved each other
even you can believe it
cause still I'm loving you
Yet you never see the god
and me too,
but we both believe in god
The believe,
the most mystic invention on the planet earth ever
yet the gentlemen never can see under the microscope
Too many thoughts in our life
but we can't exceed the thought of death
always we feel a threat of death
when we grew older to oldest
and we carry it till our death
It is true that we see the death
and its pain that we have gained
when someone's closet moves to the past
but we can't lose his existence in our mind
and in the existence of our soul
I see the death,
the mystic beauty rises up to its spiritual height
and I say, it is true that is more than the truth,
the existence of death
Though still we exist on earth
yet we can't see any event that will be happened after death
but most of us believe in after death
there is a life,
the unlimited life
where we both will meet again
either we will exist in heaven or hell
Ah! The ultimate existence
It is true that we all have a fear of death,
the very dear fear,
moves us very near
to the god
the god,
dimensionless-
space less-
existence less-
but an ultimate divine existence of god
so that we believe in spiritual existence of god-
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Just as how a little stick-man could not perceive the pencil that drew him
I could have never seen God and didn't see him when he had molded me
from His depths of clay, profound as a rock- that is to say still, solid,
silent, cold, old, disquieting... All fancy words for 'not much.'
Here's the point: there isn't any, but
just as how this little stick-man cannot perceive this pencil that draws him
closer and closer to the last panel of his, this, comic or graphic novel:
beings of smaller dimensions know nothing
of those so much higher, smarter, and more poetic than themselves.
Does this have to do with why you disappeared onto an airplane
like a bird searching for her freedom...?
Am I, in this mess of metaphors, your little stick-man who couldn't
get out of his paper sheet and fly with you...?
Of course, in existing on a dried white flap, I could not, cannot, fold
my own two dimensions of existence into even one crumpled paper plane;
so I could not, cannot, follow you through your freeing air
and ask you, or beg you, to answer my silly questions...
Because I have both length and width, but no depth;
no depths of clay.
Though I figure the answers to these questions are the same.
The truth is that, in this mess of metaphors,
neither of us got to pick what we didn't want to be, bird or stick-man.
In reality we had only one choice: to hold hands when we could.
So we did.
And when we did- everything became dimensionless;
and Everything made sense because Nothing did.
Because the value of the distance between our hands
meant that Nothing was our Everything.
And from that dense Nothing our Universe was born-
Bang. Thus tiny strings of new Everything rippled throughout old Nothing...
making Everything matter, almost literally.
We then made our stars, our galaxies, our planets; our classrooms,
lockers, and lovers: each other. All of this brilliant Creation until
we only had one last choice: to hold hands when we could...
...so we did...
... again and again,
in the distant dreams of a troubled theorist
who chains together pages and birds of poetry,
looking to find you, again and again,
in the mess of metaphors
of our Universe,
and I did.
Almost.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
at the sight of you
moons are dull grey spotlights
flat, dimensionless, and known.
which could make us akin
if i let the end begin.
but i drag it out and twist it tight
all strapped in place
i dig a tunnel in my soft spot.
stretch the truth until it breaks its back.
bones of sugar
clumped together like lonely hydrogen
in a coronal marsh.
i thought i could tame it.
i see
silver and black wind
builders and watchmen.
your world famous carousel hugs
turn to languorous shrugs
but they both make me dizzy.
a gaze eclipsed for the moment
you're less a mind, more a slogan.
when his eye meets yours
it leaves behind
sunspots.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Yesterday is a waste. Tomorrow is a haste.
Today is all there is, and it's the last of them
I am a lost girl, overlooking dimensionless depths
The sea sings it's subtle songs,
The sky bleeds blues into oranges, reds into purples
And the cirrus clouds streak the sky like scars
Evening embers tinge the edge of existence
Reality retreating into it's final resting place
Tainted flower of fragile fights well fought
A lost girl, staring at the shining sun of sorrow
Knowing full well there is no tomorrow
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
We delve down deep within
To decipher dreams and demons;
To deduce the true denotation of our decisions.
Diminishing greatness
Derived from the dead and done.
What we must discover is that we are
Dimensionless; dissolved.
We are individuals as a device.
Devised and intertwined.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
mostly nothing works out
giving in to change
Personality
Direction
Doubt
dimensionless and self providing
we end up becoming more greedy
simple in our dying.
I hope for sake of
Love
Lust
Pleasantries
conclusions can be met
but we both know hardly anything works out.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
I want to be that thing for you
when water reflects all the scenery above it
I image cypress
to be dimensionless
that's what I want
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
I am that I am
and what is
and the singular
and synthesis
therefor dimensionless...
.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
tried to wipe that smirk off
and put you into perspective
but its so difficult
to see you as you truly are.
how could you fool me
into thinking of you
as so...
dimensionless.
however you do deceive
when you feel so close
so powerful
yet unattainable
the biggest tease
ive ever met
and yet i'm somehow
still compelled
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 2:45 PM UTC
one winter I almost did not survive
the infinitely consequential moments, all merged
indeed
into one dimensionless experience
where the pain of my entire life (embraced) was
all around me, all at once, and forever
do you know what I mean?
and I could see it all, even behind me and underneath
and I was crushed beneath it and yet,
*in that endless vast untime
a winter?*
even then
held it upon my palm to look down at
from far far above me
as though it were a tiny diamond
impossibly durable,
sharp,
with all the shining upon all of the surface of the oceans on the earth
and unbearable, I looked down at it,
I held it, unbearable
but it would never fall from me, and it hurt and cheered me to be beneath it
for if God had (known me) long enough
in the untime with no breadth
to lay this curse
the form of grief
down upon my head,
was it not also the most solemn blessing?
*and he is faithful, and the suffering he lays down upon you, he will not allow
to be too much, that you would die while you are alive
one time, but again,
again,
and more after that*
that is the winter of indelible clarity
a hard glass memory
*behind the curtain, the coldness off the window
freeze against the pane*
still I feel it in my hand
heavy (unbearable) and familiar
coming down on me again
what did I do
to turn the eternal gaze
toward my face? I disintegrate in excruciation
but never turn away
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
To be born was never my choice,
But to end it, that shall be mine,
To march this ruined planet was not my choice,
But the choice to leave it is finally mine.
I have seen much,
I have suffered enough,
All of it came without a choice,
But now, I have a choice.
A choice to change, a final exchange,
Change so deep, I'll never be seen again,
Not on this planet,
Not in this universe,
Not in any corner of this dimensionless multiverse.
I don't need no help no more,
And that is my choice,
I'll take no advice no more,
Because I choose to refuse,
And that's my choice; Mine alone.
When every option burned away,
When every bright path shut close that day,
In that pitch black night,
A dark flame sprang to life.
I chose to follow it,
I chose to allow it,
Lead my journey off the edge.
I came to realise,
All along, the dark flame was my choice,
The final choice anyone could possess.
I choose death over life,
I choose to die,
And die, and die, again and again,
Until this choice too,
Eventually no longer remains mine.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
N onsensical enigmas form a queue
O ntogenies where time is in reverse
T wo sides to everything but why so few?
H istoric catalogue of multiverse
I nfinity that's frozen on the spot
N o change of entropy if all were still
G reen engines which produce but don't get hot
P recise, deterministic style free-will
A spatially dimensionless time-zone
R eligions with the freedom to evolve
A lthough I have to own I have my own-
D ogmatic attitudes I'll not devolve
O ne hopes someday to hear someone propound
X marks the spot where everything is found.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
**The rectangular screen
I see on my iPhone
is the screen upon which
multitudes of images appear
two dimensions on display
pretending as three..
Three dimensions
assumed for decades
as reality out there
perceived from within..
But now in our time
dimensions diminish
and we discover
our true Nature
abides in joy
when we recognize
dimensionless I am..!**
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
You concealed it
Were you ashamed?
I saw it in every thing about you
and for a minute it made me sad
You are not dimensionless
Though I once thought so
You dizzy the stars within me
but I think I make yours go still
-cj
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
"Condemn Thee"
How do i not condemn thee i must learn
The path less traveled, gift discerned. The teacher
Is the teaching born experience, natal
Bloom of sentientness, ego mes worn
Atop the emptiness. A heightened mind?
A phrase, no more, the conscious realm dimensionless
Mother-Father-Child, breathing universe.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC