In a world, somewhere beyond the senses of human
a woman fell in love with a man,
he could be me too.In no way she could see
all(every one )of me, or I her; yet we know each other
in our magnificent ignorance of universe, that
makes things work for us in this world we live.

A sea of bubbles, each universe is copy of some other
as a lost pair in parallel universes, if researched enough
I would have found there are millions of she and I, exist
in numerous universes, doing things in all
permutations and combinations, I am sure.

If I take me as a Romeo, I can't happily court tragedy,
remember in some of these worlds where a different
law of physics works(a different Newton existed, apple didn't fall)
our love could become a super success, Shakespeare there
would have been forced to write a different classic.
In some other world a different tragedy might have occurred
I am not one , but multitudes,  in planets of different universes,
I am the past, the present and the future awaited, I am the same cat
Schrodinger has donated his name and made famous
that made life and death suspects

I am the 'atman'- the essence absolute, in human beings
that yearns deeply  to merge in  the absolute consciousness 'brahmam'
about what the Indian sages of yore spoke in 'Upanishads'
millenniums before quantum mechanics saw the light of the day.
Brahmam, the absolute, non-duel in unmanifested part of the universe, beyond knowing
by a cryptic play becomes matter and manifests before us, bit by bit
Higgs boson,  please catch  the cosmic slight of hand red handed.

Rusty voice on the Subway stairs
Disturbing morning contemplation:
“Do you believe in God!?” -
Forcing me to wear suite filter
On my imagination.
Don't stop right there -
I'm telling myself.
Don't stop.

“Do you trust God?” -
On the higher level of meditation
In my mind.
How brave and strong
You must be to
Totally accept?
To believe my Angel Protector
The shield is here...

I'm just a freshman
On my Way.
I'm just at the gate of
The Golden Seeds University.

Mysterious Unmanifested
Welcome by
The Morning sun rays
Warms me great.
New Hope in my heart
Again arising.

Maybe that's next step
In the classroom
The Great and Difficult
Art of Acceptance?

Just
Don't stop right there.
Please,
Don't stop...

* * *
Isaiah 55: 8-11
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
Neither are your ways my ways,
Declares the Lord.

~ what you see depends upon how you look ~


Do you give
thus to receive
do you believe
thus to perceive

Who creates this reality
is yours a filter of mine
with that, are you fine
or this, do you reject
building need, to project

Nature of I, me, ye and we
the unresolved questions
looking at this now skewed
for something fresh to see

Contemplating on
separateness or connected
as one within All
mere duality and polarity
leading circularly to a fall
or a seemingly, solid, wall

What remains
if upon each experience
we remove the
where, when, why, who and how
allowing consciousness to find
some void and infinite emptiness
the unmanifested source
pure spring of creation
humor and elation
simple wow

Peering over the edge
risk loss of all definition
abandoned past pledge
to individuality
ego and self

From this death
might be found
song without sound
light without sight

Acceptance

Harmony

Peace

Love

Joy

Life

Now

Being

S­urrender

Reverence

without
further need
with amazement
and, child's wonder

unfolding
*beholding

The fire was burning in the fireplace. The  fire was burning down for the night, and the damper  remained open to allow the smoke to vent.  The flames danced  their shadows in the darkness on the white walls. I wanted  to sleep peacefully in your arms.  I found myself in your arms, I needed to feel your touch all around, and I needed  to hear  your voice . When we were both close to sleep I wanted to sleep very closed to you ,exactly like the first day we made love ,listening to the rain.  No one has ever made me feel so special.. I closed my eyes again.... I thought I slept a little when I felt you  gaze upon me ,I felt  your  lips on  my hair, and I felt  your warm hand touching  my hand. You played with  my fingers and you  looked very thoughtful for a few moments. I suddenly felt that you've slipped a ring on my finger with a very gentle movement. I didn't know why you pressed the stone with your finger  . I fell asleep immediately. In my dream I felt you. You were still there. You were like a child .Love  seemed to be the same  as  yesterday. It seemed to be like playing a shuffle beat on your guitar .It seemed to be  like a foggy vacation . I could not see you clearly,but it was you,my dream man, the man of my dreams , the man I love and  the love of my man at the same time,entering my life and changing it forever. The flames  worn into deep curves with the passing darkness  , forming a deep depression of an  empty space on the walls . From time to time they vibrated their  red. In my dream  I saw your  dynamic shadow projected on the wall. They became one single  image   ,simultaneously moving  up and down ,retaining  themselves  in some kind of unmanifested   creative  void,more specific it happened  like merging together..This was the total end for me  and you understood.  You  made me going crazy. I loved you and I probably would have done anything for you .  I've got you and I anchored you in my own fecundity. I anchored you onto the earth...Next, I breathed up all the fecundity and the vibrancy of the earth...inside and outside my  physical being, clearly being  filled with light, It was like an absorption. I felt the happiness  filling  
me and I opened my eyes. You  slipped  inside  me and I could feel  you flowing slowly. I became a part of us like two bodies in one single body  at the same time, signing  up  the love cry  mysticism of feelings.
I suddenly felt the thrill of  the eternity. Rays of love crept in and crept out again
and they  caught the shoulders of our  souls . I felt the flow and the entwining of our merging  souls... An internal vibration  filled the space inside.It was like a Chopin sonata. We became  only  movement and emotion  ,movement and emotion. The heaven opened. No one was more beautiful than you. I saw a child so much loved by God like any other child of this world.... Your love  hugged me tighter and snuggled more closely than ever before. ...You became my prince of eternity. We couldn't move our bodies  any longer..It was our divine inheritance and  our freedom. I felt that we no longer need  our bodies to make love .I felt that it was not a dream ,I felt that it was the reality . I fell asleep next to you without dreaming anything. I felt safe with you. Standing behind me I felt your sweet kisses. The memory foam mattress  cradled  you in comfort throughout the night.In the morning I looked for you and you were not there. I felt your body  shadow in the soft  white bedding   .The bedding seemed to embrace the memory of the feelings.  The perfume of your body dulled  my sense . I thought you were gone as usual without saying anything .I opened the radio and I heard the  same song. Outside the sun seemed to mash the sky with its shine. It was a typical day of spring. I didn't  know why it seemed to be so much light around. Perhaps I felt  the light  supple and  much  more stronger than usual . I've never  felt  such a strong feeling ...  Again and again  I was waiting in  my solitude. But I came out and you were there  for telling me that you will stay forever with me.

Kicking my dreams down the road.
I watch them bounce haphazardly on the black concrete.
With each step I take, I strike them again,
Further and further down the street.

"maybe later"
"I could save up more money first"
"it's not the right time"

But when will that be?
It's hard to say.
But for now,
I'll keep the dream alive.
Kicking it down the road,
Where it sits,
Perfectly safe,
Unmanifested,
In my mind.

Life and Death form the grand spiral of time
To take heart, diamond or garlic, and cully sleep
Providing the baptism for the dead who will
Not understand the sword and sorcery of the
Eternal Tables avowed solipsism upon the astral
Realm of unmanifested being.
A deity twin-saviour, an ineffable Tuat
Child of the child- The axiom of the
Four Last Things; A fetch whom obsecrated
Anubis and Abraxas to combat the
Hell's on the one hand and to sustain
The Heaven's on the other,
An aletheia spirit return carrying a
Hand of Glory which licked the expanse
Carnal dust to link metempsychosis
Assignation and arise a spiritual gewiyya
That a saint in heaven would grieve to see.







ELEETE J MUIR