This things are made for idling
transparent in their quotidian splendor:

A Buddha statue at the receptionist desk
golden skin, red robes
welcoming all yogis with its gaze
eyelids closed

The candle, a guardian of an aim
an intention that moves within a flame
over the palms of the wooden hands

Incense smoke dance softly around the entrance
like a dream seen from wakefulness
immersive enhancer of the humor
filling the place with soft calmness
Nag champa smell
and serious air

The bamboo doors
from Monday to Sunday
open the way to Indian sounds
and the voices of blooming teachers
guide the way
until shavasana
when practitioners become gently moving statues
and glowing air goes
breathing in and breathing out
daily efforts and daily hopes.

There's water above and water below
as it was in the beginning
while I recharge, prismatic eyes still
in their microcosmic universe
Silent, while songbirds give thanks
and playful energy teases, seeking
release

so I focus on amber surface reflections
from under, they fizz tiny bubbles
an effervescent Spirit-level

Yogis know it as bliss
risen crown kundalini
Their vessel sadly lacks
living water from Yeshua
our rising Messiah, eternal wellspring

I open my eyes
find other eyes
Deep calls unto deep
as sounds of waterfalls

A daily feast of at-onement

I am individual Isness incarnated in this body which is the latest of the many bodies of either female or male of all five skin colours and all ****** orientation that I have inhabited throughout all time.

Each individual Isness is a small but equal,individual,independent, nameless,formless,genderless,non physical,unconditionally loving entity formed from the Isness of the Universe and incarnated in a human body lifetime after lifetime.

The individual Isness is not Atman or Soul or Spirit--these are mind created identities and will only take you as far as groupmind allows.
As Janice sang"freedoms just another word for nothing left to lose".

I am the individual Isness.
I am that! --I am!.

The Isness of the Universe is responsible for the manifestation,from its own nature,of the entire universe and all in it,physical or metaphysical, including so-called "gods" and "goddesses".
Each body alive contains an individual Isness here for the purpose of realising its true nature as an individual Isness--ruled in its actions by Karma and evolution.
Only the individuals efforts at self realisation count here on Earth.
No one gets a free pass!
Mind and Conditioned Identity must be dissolved totally and permanently consciously in order to become Isness realised.
I am an individual Isness.
I am that! --I am!.
I am the only permanently mindless/conditioned identityless male person  in existence--by my conscious choice and effort.
My partner is the only mindless/conditioned identityless  female person  in existence by her choice and conscious effort.
ALL others claiming to be Yogis or Yogins are prisoners of mind created dualistic delusions and can speak only truth but cannot speak truthfully.
Yogi is not a title or rank or buisness status but merely an acknowledgement of the state of permanent Mindlessness and Conditioned Identitylessness that any person,equally female or male,can attain through their own conscious efforts.
We are individual Isness united.
We are that!-- we are!.
There is no luck or short cuts involved.
No one can be born in this state either.
Any person that says they can "grace" you is a liar and a criminal.
There is no grace option as all religions would have you believe with their lies.
It is NOT possible to buy your way in either.
We are not and would never ever want be "enlightened".
We are not nor would ever be Bhuddas.
We are not and would not ever be  Avatars.
Very low states of existence these all are.

We are not and would not ever be celibate.
Love a good ****,
We are that!-- We are!.
We celebrate life only and do not celebrate death as religions do with their phoney "heavens and hells"--and their vain bloodthirsty "gods"..
For us and our future there is NO heaven or hell--- just endless existence elsewhere to this planet--for this planet is truly the hell of existence and made that way by the groupminds of petty religions and politics with their petty violent  followers.
Only a personal conscious effort to dissolve mind/conditioned identity can lead to the state of Separate and Merged
or Isness realised.
Isness realisation is NOT a group activity.
The path of Yoga we follow is called the
Yoga of Dissolution of Mind and Conditioned Identity.
I am that!--I am!.
I am incarnated in a male body in this lifetime.
Grene,my partner,is incarnated in a female body in this lifetime.
We have been incarnated in both male and female bodies many times.
We carried the accumulation of Karma,both good and bad, with us through these past  lives--as do all alive...
Karma is the undeniable and unquestionable moral energy stockpile earned by every action every one commits,both good and bad,and is a reflection of their acquired morality and determines the next incarnation type that they have..
Karma,both "good" and bad" ties each Isness to the ever revolving Wheel  of Birth Life Death and rebirth--from which the only escape is through Isness-realisation.
No "god" or "prophet" or "holy man or woman"can make it happen for you--only concentrated personal effort.
Before Isness realisation can happen ALL Karma ,good or bad,must be dissolved completely.
Enlightenment or gnosis or being a Bhudda are nothing but worthless mind generated states that have seduced and betrayed humanity endlessly resulting in a planet at war with itself and heading for all out nuclear war rapidly..
for instance---
Buddhism,the so-called philosophy of peace with its monarchs and differing interpretations according to nation states--has utterly failed after 2500 years to bring peace to the world--buddhist terrorists killing in S China or Sri Lanka anyone?..
Islam-Christianity--Vedism--Hinduism--Judaism and all their various subgroups have only brought wars and division, with their ensuing trail of death and destruction, throughout the millennia--drenching the planet in the blood of innocents in the names of  their "gods" and "holy" monarchs and nations.
I am 75 years so far in this body but I have no age--only the body has age.
I followed the true inner path of Yoga assiduously through many lifetimes.
I am not a physical contortionist--a "hatha Yogi"--a contradiction in terms if there ever was one..
To be a follower of any "religion" that boasts a "god"or "goddess" or saving philosophy" is to be mired in bad Karma--as all "religions" are immoral and can only bring war/death and destruction in their wake
then ones action in supporting can only be bad Karma.
No religious follower of either *** has ever gone beyond  ignorance and self deception.
My partner and I are united in the ultimate state of existential beingness
that is called Separate and Merged.
As neither of us have a mind we are able to communicate closer than mere words and voices.
We share mutual ******.
We "live inside" each body--separated by flesh ---merged by mindlessness.
We are two id-entities playing the game of life as one.
We are Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe.
We are that!--we are!.

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President of the Republic of Germany's Presidential
Security Council President 150 (1973) (5) President.
This operation and her long legs in the stomach
of horses. This is very clear, especially
in Latin America, Europe, Russia and Spain,
and in Canada, the prostitutes and dogs
are essential for Mexico. 1, What are you doing?
According to Adam Clark, women in the São Samar
and all the Yogis are women, women
and children in Africa, Asia and South America,
Germany and England, Gilbert and George.
In the United States, Russia is good. Americans
want to live in Canada, and Great Britain.
About two thirds of Catholics in San Francisco,
China, Russia, South Korea, and the USA.
Then I'll enter the dogs. Type of songs not written 1.
Latin American products in Latin America.
Spain, Wales, bull by Alice. From the foundation
of the world, he was born in the largest area
of ​​the world to study and study John's leaders.
I said. Out of control. There is no competition.
France, on the second day. In addition
to the prostitutes and the elderly Muslims,
in the windows they are given comfort
in adultery. Many companies in Jamaica
can express their feelings to Guinea.
These are green geese. His mother Mattie.
So Georgia. (5) It is important to add
the 1292 standard modes in the message,
and a TV show is found. Asian countries
in the Americas and Africa, African and Latin
American prostitutes, from Germany, Yugoslavia,
Denmark, prostitutes and more prostitutes.
Vegetables. In a comedy, Oustiin's family
are prostitutes and prostitutes; Within 150 hours
in the city, United Nations Security Council
(5), 1973 (1973), Executive Director (5).
The information is contained in the robot
robot center. Open the next part of the tree.
I also said in Pittsburgh: "You are not listening
to me,
as a ******* 1, a maid and a horse." This list
is incomplete. In the United States, Europe,
Russia, Spain, Canada and European slums,
old and advanced technologies. The items returned
to the Swiss Express Pond were from the port.
Of course, like a dog and others.
Prison or Russian court? There are many
benefits to Giza the Robot and Sarah
Barrow in the Middle Valley 2 to 2, 2.
In the Middle East, there are many benefits
for the team and many others. The fish
in the grass. There are waters in Latin
America, West Africa, Asia, the Congo,
England, Germany, and Assisi, which
are collected on the moon along
with different cultures of different breeds.

Our front porch is covered in chairs
waiting for visitors
We offer you hot tea or cold
Yoga at ten
and prayer flags if you need.

Far Away there are Yogis standing in
Mountain Pose...
Where is my peace guru?

My path is riddled without a person
holding my hand or
offering me an invitation
to pray the way I want to pray.

I can only imagine the room
hot and charged with mantras
and faith where followers
devote their hours to adherence.  

There lives are busy
moments of honesty,
contentment,
fervent compassion,
sweat, and balance.

Here we sit drinking,
waiting in our chairs,
while our posture
is a hope rather than
a deed.

Stupendous scenic beauty, celestial bliss of Kailash
Clouds floating over, as if embedded in the sky
White swans briskly moving higher and higher
Mansarovar, echoing chants in the air  'shivoham'
Resounding loudly, Crystal clear stream flowing
Yogis, sadhus, travelers engrossed in the lovely topography

There is a sacred path
that winds through
my heart

It sings God's Name
as I dance ecstatically
along enchanted gopi banks
and over
whirling, warbling brooks

I marvel as a black and
white checkered,
red tufted woodpecker
carves God's Name on
a thankful tree trunk

Mirabai, Kabir and Rumi
wave their colorful prayer flags
verses of pure love
and devotion cling to the
very air we breathe

The Bhakti path forges
unafraid through
the bleak, brooding
forest of desires

Husky winds blow around
ghostly, skeleton branches
that claw helplessly
at the night skies
whispering valiant stories of
Rama's exile and
Krishna's triumph

Another tree it's hoary arms
outstretched
resembling a cross
bleeds, remembering the sacrifices
and love of Jesus, The Lamb of God

Trekking further into the dense
unforgiving jungle
seated in Lotus pose
a Golden Buddha
immersed in
rapturous meditation
opens His eyes for an instant

The sun rises in the east
I kneel and kiss His
glorious feet

Leaving the tangled woods
behind
suffering, godforsaken
figures of homeless people
sleeping alongside
this good samaritan road
emerge

Embodiments of God
spirits marred by defeat
and agony
stare listlessly, flies circling
oblivious to the
blistering desert heat

I stop to share a prayer,
cup of water, some fresh
baked bread from my knapsack
and a ray of hope

The path abruptly ascends
purple mountain mists
crown the summit
holy footprints of saints,
yogis, fellow pilgrims
indelibly christen
and guide my steps

Angels sweep the road
ahead tossing rose petals
and victory blossoms

Om peals
across the enlightened
Bhakti path

...and an ancient God awakens....

Yoga, James Bond & The Bad Guys

Sitting on the floor
Watching James bond overpower foes.
A complicated character with
A subtle ethic, ice-chilled wrath –
Most of all, a yogic path
Of duty and detachment;
Yogic while the villain,
Mega-bombs his own routinely -
Ligaments and muscles blown,
Royal houses overthrown!
And yet we have so much in common.

Villain cool, detached but mean,
Followers his **** machine.
Bond the Lancelot,
Jaw-dropping stunts his lot,
Fencing, boxing, crashing cars;
Fights and scars his calling cards –
And when in need of surgery
He heals quickly.

Evil lurks, Bond never shirks, and still
His life is filled with perks:
Hotel suites, girls en suite,
Dry martinis, Aston Martins (note the plural)
Sure of all
And unequivocal
Bond’s megastar, ideal and idol.

This poet rather fond of Bond,
Both yogis of a different kind:
He the running, driving soldier,
I, the yogi on the floor,
Each connected to a power.
Grinding skills the Bond-dynamic,
Mine the tranquil skill-iambic.

I give in to un-excitement’s
Ordinary daily yoga;
Bond the knight with right to ****
(Nice guy James with license, aimed at
Ordinary evil ogres -
There you see the box of riddles:
Bond the paradox in middle
Fighting off the oh, so evil bad guys!


Yoga, James Bond & The Bad Guys 2.10.2015/revised 8.28.2016
Circling Round Yoga II; A Sense Of The Ridiculous II;
Arlene Corwin

Walking tops of mountains seems simple

when all rests in relativity

The realization that

SPACE

is only the relationship between

FORM.



no shadows without sun.

stars shine the same sting.

Ink without paper.



.and therein lies the answer.



Your heart is beating.

Your heart is not beating.



On top of the mountain the yogis slur is trance Sanskrit.

Like oceans they reside

sunken in temples

the waves of their drone pulsating.

the incense is strong

and still it is floating away.



Their words for today and tomorrow are the same.



Hands touching hands now,

do you feel that?

Something MORE!

overlapping

folding over and then

BLOSSOM

color and light leap from shadows!



Your heart is beating.



Now the pulling apart.

Silence.

Cold.

Illusion.

An enigma froze in a shocking static.



Your heart is not beating.



Brahma!

Vishnu!

Shiva!



There is only one.

February 23, 2023

Story idea:

Two sadhakas are walking on the road, looking down, walking quietly in peace, until they bump into each other.

They are startled out of their meditation, look at one another in the eyes, and instantly fall in love. They are wrapped up and swirled in a whirlwind of love, affectionate words, feelings, making love.

And then when it all stops, they realize they are walking in opposite directions. One turns white, the other black, or silver and gold, or some other colors. They shed tears, spend a few days and nights saying their goodbyes.

And then ultimately continue on their ways.

The sun sets, the moon rises and sets, and the sun rises, and butterflies flutter.

1) groovy dancing hippie shepherd of love

2)  intrepid communist/anarchist revolutionary

3) wandering shaman/healer

4) african anointed of black liberation

5) messianic community-organizer

6) spokesmouth for free-market capitalism

7) stalwart working-class carpenter

8) cynic hellenistic philosopher

9) ascended master who studied with himalayan yogis

10) witty rabbi who sold out to rome

11) ****** rastaman babbling about ethiopia

12) refined orthodox prince on background of gold

I wanna live
With the asana girl
We could be happy
Drinking our ghee
With my asana girl

She speaks in their slogans
I nod and say yes
We roll on our mats and
Breathe through our noses
My asana girl

Twelve yogis humming
A sitar for show
The raja relaxes
And waits between chants
For his asana girl

I don’t need no money
I’m happy as hell somehow
Karma’s a ***** y’know
You see it’s all a big show
Om... om... om


Copyright © 2019 by Zane Safrit. All rights reserved.

I stopped trying
To make sense of life
A long time ago

One time
Followed by
The next time

Oh so strange
Do you know?

And in this body
I feel akward

My existence is absurd

It was nice to see
A friend
At the gym

We talked about
Our families
And how they have been

I don't feel that comfortable
In my own skin

Watched a video
About Tibetan Yogis

They are at peace
They let things be

And the therapist
Provided no answers

But it was fun
To visit with her

Pet the kitty cat
And listen to it pur

Now the previous
Four lines
Are not connected

In any logical way

And I am not connected
As I die another day

I am calmed by the soft petals of the lotus
flower, the same petals of the same lotus flower that
rests upon the shoulder of my yoga teacher, whom I
see every Monday and Wednesday afternoon.

I am calmed by starting out in child’s pose, hips back,
arms out front, stretching shoulders wide.

I am calmed by the cool water that runs like a river down my
parched throat during our first break in the practice.

I am calmed by the soft sounds of the music that plays in
the background and the tiny thuds from the basketballs
hitting the backboard, in the court on the other side of the wall.

I am calmed by the turquoise blue of my yoga mat and the
matching towel beside it, which I never get sweaty enough to use.

I am calmed by all the warriors teaching us strength, endurance, and balance.
Warrior one: arms up to the sky, Warrior two: arms out to the side,
Warrior three: one leg held up high, and Warrior four: arms are spread out wide.

I am calmed by all of the cats and cows and tabletops and chairs
that we become, and all of the forward folds.

I am calmed by savasana, or corpse pose, at which we arrive in the end.
we lay on our backs, legs out wide, arms flat, facing up, and eyes close.
there we stay for what seems like an eternity.
Then, when we’re ready, we roll over onto our side-body, into a fetal position.
Then, we slowly rise up into a seated position with our eyes still closed
and our hands folded softly at heart’s center.
Finally, we stretch our arms out as if it was the first grand stretch of the
morning, and it’s usually followed with yawning yogis.

I am calmed by shavasana, the death and rebirth between classes.

I am calmed by the blank space my mind becomes when I close my eyes and just exist without a worry in the world.

I am calmed when we bow and say, “Namaste.”

I've been warned by sages, mystics,
yogis & seers not to look directly
into the Akashic record where all
time; past, present, future coexist
in the singular eternal Now - Oops.

Angels, demons, monks, forests,
mothers of wealth and their power,
mainly to explain the temple.
He saw his father, the father
of football, with his teeth, Espejo
Mogobuchawani, the Jew who had
to move baisa. The putdía of my eyes, my heart, ||
I feel the life of the spirit of man,
****** the heart is hard inside,
it is the love for life, the notions
are the loss of life, the best version,
the ****** God of the square
of light of pain in the hands.
Sarabangatka Bank certificate
is true and unique and most
of the best way is. Sutrakritanga
Svetambara Initial research
in scientific literature.

This is most important to all
who are most important
and most importantly. Another
message that holds the postal
code. Gina Ahta / University of Lehart
Arizona. I INS Arihant, family member
or employee or person. The World
Cup is confidential and very important.

Maweye explains: "It is very important
to set up a traditional school program."
One of the tomato's body parts of platinum.
The talk was not only in Kisimos Studios
but also in Red Cross. This is a coordinated
effort among Middle Eastern biologists.
Guinness and Genes Humanity Prohibeo
long k'iretochi, People suggest that the
Prohibeo Prohibeo name Pramanavartika
Bhikkhu Dharmaklrti Ciceronis
can be used in the alphabet. Name means
"you want". Monikas Janina Hida c.
The BPL is the name used of October,
but it is known that everything can be used.
Reliable delivery method. The Harvín
Nubb Program is linked to the program.
The old Sonsonrod philosophy is.

This is the only name known
as Mount Meru, Commoditators,
the last name Dominus Ramer,
which is known Samantabhadra
Allowance Points Anumeya - Pramey
flower. All sophisticated characteristics
of the industry, as a result of sarvajna,
abolish all abusive policies. - Not just
the end of the oral argument - Akalanka
Aptammāssā DCCLX DCCXX RC RC.

But this does not mean that you
are trying to come now. "Hemacandra
for MCLXXIIIs for MLXXXVIII,
for example, was a combination
of the akadalka program. Gelogi Install
ID Belo Orbis tireromi 2 - is called
kunowereredo. If you wish to travel
with you, you can also visit the mobile
phone MCMXXXVII. Carol's new
imagery and new homes ālideridi.

US Wedding Bread Dish and ALDO.
New York may be available elsewhere,
but for that purpose. keroleyi kireniteni
ālidemeri matters. "Cranston Parupamu,
his own identity and Cicero- (Rufetto
and Orra, MCMXXXI), Songuarado,
New York MCMXL-, such as the first,
the best, for example, are moving,
this is a good choice, for example
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of the history of the magazine:

Is this punishment's star tenaciously
right, negligent, Daniel, bastion,
free burns the head of callback callback;
fear general project Bernard Siegfried,
Albino Pro has been entrusted
to the power of blessing entertainment;
harmonious hardware thread falls
in a Recognition of ******' Recognition
Wet Blue Arms of old ***** and the taste
of music: the boards on board
with the anatomical details
that you know all the Classy *****'s
Friends to feel the edges of the wind,
the grace of the blessed ******
are engaged with the key to the coast.

As simple invites from the elders
of the city; Pay attention
to the maximum, unless the glory
of the children is the reputation
of tr according to the nature of life,
the advantages of Agić  m
at the expense of truth. The secret
dinner, whose relationship
is like a game.

(Entertainment) follows - "No." [10] And I think that cannot be taken out
of the box ... and I want to find it. And to the king that went the way of yoga, is this salvation? The best example? Dissertation on medica
Seleclarum, number of recommendations. Dinner with pig-women who go
to the gym: 500g Shipping Japanese women most importantly
to Giorgio. |||||||||||||||| A friend at the end version of the obstacles ||| First of all, what happens? Not very well, "a tragic death will be extinguished."
In the United States what is new here is critical and usually the worst
in the sky. this; ... and they found that the head of Skouliko Trysma?
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in the city. ||||||||||| |||||||||||||||||||||| Glory to the company: |||||||||||||||||| ||||||||||||
(Entertainment) follows - "No" [10] And I think it cannot be taken
out of the box ... and I want to find. Is this the king that traveled with yogis?
The best example? De Seleclarum number of recommendations.
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He was too close to the road (for everyone). - “No” [10]|
But you can do without a box of condoms ...
What to do? That this should be on the phone every yoga
on physical strength? As a good example
How can football? described number 1
This type of insurance was placed on a photograph
of the hospital.
Japan studies Japan easily; in 500
Sister. In the second part of the problem
and in pigs: Women are now women, but for George
You must have unique insurance at the university.
You are my friends. Human trafficking z. For example,
What color business school is not intended | -Simply.
Last project; no need to listen 1.
This type of ||||||||||||| people; Standard management
city ​​market ||| costs; In the near future too big?
We can tell what death is and sing the song "Package."
New day to remove large Americans |
Jews were the times of the spirits of the dead;
I will still be purple,
There is always a problem. Is there an exposure?
Pepper spray and foam | 50 ... and a wormhole?
The role of hunting time. It lasts 12 years
this is ||||| 1 saw art in the gallery. this
In the West: ||| equals sign Representative
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Price: “Everything has changed. (English) How to contact my phone?
There are two great books on YouTube: Throwing a soccer ball to a dog? Income Color: 1 to the hospital and not in some cases, stressed as Zeus,
change the museum "500" The museum has a good place.|
Caring for the Women's Northwest Territory
takes responsibility | | | There is always the right choice.
there is violence or an accident. This book is very important.
Refresh it || He came and went, and the happy side
This is data from the Colorado Council. |||||||| |||||||||
Education level of fame ||||||||||| Kid

(Fun) way to follow - "No" [10] However, you can pull out,
and I think out of the box ... asking what the matter is. In short,
he went out to do yoga for their personal safety?
The example of which are the best! The number of recommendations
for the medicine. Dinner will be to attempt to remove 500g side.
Japanese women and pigs are now women
and they must have the gym, especially George. ||||||||||||||||
There was an impediment to the administration of a friend,
the end ||| And especially, why? You can't run a "package of death."
This is a new day in the United States and this is usually the worst
crisis in the sky. What has happened? ... to the wormhole and wet hair? These principles did the 12 intercessions, before || I ||| Then, to keep a wound we can accept with the same knowledge of the representative. ||
Song of the keys || Price: "All English (English):" What was the message
on the phone? No one is the book, the books of the books have failed
to do so. Two dogs fighting to be great? Dedicated to the hospital,
I, Zeus, is the subject of the Museum Tower's Museum and listed
in the "500". Women are always the right idea because they are violence and accident free which gives birth to a child with a diagnosis of advanced development. Of those who are in conversation with the city. ||||||||||| |||||||||||
||||||||||| Glory to the Corporation |||(Entertainment) follows - "No" [10]
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And he went forth for the salvation of Yoga? The best example?
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( Devoted to "Naked Athena", the brave young woman who faced down, stark naked, unmarked federal agents during a Portland, Oregon protest rally, July 22, 2020)

Born from the mind of resistance
Willow-built, her body arrow-straight and proud
She gazed at the arrogant wall before her.
Life and Death coalesced to a single fiery point of exquisite vulnerability and
the universe held its breath and gaped.
They shot her for her presumption anyway and
she raised her bleeding foot, unconsciously imitating
scores of yogis, saints, and freedom fighters,
Their love supporting her through thought alone.
And then she sat before her enemy
opening her body, inviting their hate...
And they ran.
Like rats.

Cara wanted to marry me, badly. I had sensed her growing anger for months. In attempts to make me jealous, she had begun to leave the top button of blouse unbuttoned and began to mention other men. Saturday night as we sat in my car, I told her a couldn't see her any more. I had a premonition that something awful was about to happen and intuitively I knew I had to get away from Ground Zero. But she reached over, put her hand on mine, and said, "I need you." We had agreed neither of us would have ******* with anyone else while we tried to work things out. I capitulated. I stayed at Ground Zero.
Sunday, Cara came over for a swim before we were to go to a company picnic in the evening. As she dried off after the swim, she lifted her leg and i saw her bruised *****, the most painful sight of my life. I knew I had not bruised it. It was such a painful sight, I unconsciously instantly repressed it. We went to the pinic, but after about 20 minutes, she said she wanted to leave and go to her own apartment. We drove back to my complex and gave her a kiss before she got out of my car to get into hers. I suppose I had kiised her a thousand times or more (we had been great lovers until she began to get angry about my reluctance to marry her), but that last kiss was the most awkward kiss of my life. She left and I got out of my car and began walking toward my studio apartment. Then I began to start weaving as I walked. I made it to my apartment, opened the door, and immediately sat down on this little sofa. It was then I remembered seeing her bruised *****. Instantly, as I looked up in the left-hand corner of my little living room, I saw a dark rectangle form with rounded corners. It had rows of small spirals in it. Slowly, the dark rectangle descended from the ceiling and enveloped me. It was the worst feeling I think I ever had had. I remember touching the palm of my right hand with my left hand. My palm was clammy.  I picked up the phone and called her. She answered. I said to her I had seen her bruised her bruised ***** and I asked, "Did you go to bed Saturday night with that guy?' That "guy" had just moved into her apartment complex. Cara said, "I don't want to talk about it" and hung up. I called her right back, and as I screamed "Cara, tell me! I have to know!" I could feel something--I'll call it energy--welling up my spine into my head and coming out of both eye sockets an arching core of pure white light. I could see them. They were about 4-to-4 1/2 inches long. Then I went into shock.  She hung up again. I slammed the receiver down so hard, I broke the phone. But I was able to call her a third time and said, "Cara, tell me. I have to know." "I've already told you," she said. I said, "Cara, Cara, Cara" then hung up. Within a week, I flew back to Topeka from Phoenix. It took me six years to recover from this extraordinary trauma. Dr. Twemlow, a Menninger pschiatrist, who had spent time in Tibet, said I had experienced an involuntary Kundalini arising. Many yogis spend their entire lives trying to induce a voluntary Kundalini, which they believe will bring them enlightenment. An involumtary Kundalini arising result in polar opposites of a voluntary one. I experienced many of these aberrational symptoms.  Excruciating pain that traveled to all parts of my body was the worst. Some die from having an involuntary Kundalini arising. I obviously didn't. It was the toughest journey I have ever taken. I don't know if I gained even a scintilla of enlightenment. But you never know....

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

There is much to be said about words
They can be duplicitous
They are indeed ubiquitous
They can sublimate
They can denigrate
Some are meaningless and bare
Others purposeful and rare
But otherwise
They just always seem to be there
Sounded off like steam from a spout
Or uttered gently with no need to shout
They can be sincere or disingenuous
They can be heartening or acrimonious
They can be deep
They can be cheap
Without them babies seem to fare quite well
And in silence yogis inner chaos quell
For the ultimate truth is beyond speech
Of course we all need words to learn and teach
To convey thoughts and emotions, big or small
But That which IS doesn’t need them at all

Learn fitness
From the cyber goth cam girl yogis
With big dreams

Smile, happy smile, bad smell and smile.
Brush Smile, Smile, Smile Galleria's
Diagonal Wedding, Marriage, Marriage,
Marriage's Force Fed Endurance of Signs,
Newspapers Now Mold Dry Roads
of Hawaiian Red.                  The old king
of the old king resembles the king of the king.
Beautiful Crystal Dance for a Divorced Woman.
A bad, bad friend can go in unexpected ways.
The GIVING GOLD link is attached
to the College entrance. Free love
Pogo Jigoro Rożki's Poor damaged Marriage,
marriage, marriage, marriage,
marriage, strength, power and power
Words solitude. Jake tiles autumn
gold target landing dry location,
destination, landing red. His king
was very angry, the black background
smiled. Many pressures are the paths
of Christ. Suddenly, the royal friend's
gift suddenly ended and the young
nobles fell suddenly. The liquid
in Giving is critical to vulnerability.
Simple games; free games, swords,
jogging links, chicks, yogis, macros
and distances. Happy smile, happy
Saturday, happy smile, trying to fly
bad tablet Smiling smile, smile, g-dad
and marriage, marriage, marriage,
weddings twisted force fingerprints.
Symbols of newspapers current events,
girlfriend's dry trails, hurricanes, red.
The great king, the greatest imperial
king, appeared with the emperor's
smile. Cute dancing crystal married.
A bad one can work with surprise.
              GIVING GOLD is linked
to the junction.     Free Games,
Love Dolls gogographic cheat;
bad hair left Unbelievable
dedication to loneliness emperor
researcher Dewele's happy song,
happy warrior, fingerprint, fingerprint,
finger power. Jake tile, autumn,
gold target, landing, dry location,
destination, landing, red. The king's
daughter, the most vulnerable, smiled
on a black background.
Chris has learned to dance
with children. Suddenly,
the king's friend, the new princes,
suddenly caused compensation.
Liquid in the corridor.
Free-formed toy gun called Jiggorori
on Shiniguko trees as a substitute.
Stout Royal is a game
against corruption due to its problems.

Total Slavery

You can leave—at least it seems,
So is slavery just dreams?
But escape? Now that's a trick—
The world’s a prison, walls too thick.



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The Abyss of Satanism

Standards matter—goods must last!
Schooling? Now that’s just a laugh.
Dumbed-down minds, no guiding form—
Fuel to feed the abyss’s storm.



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Running in defiance of ***

No troubles haunt your private life
If you avoid its heated thrill.
More space for thought, much less of strife,
And peace that bends to steady will.

Hormones can rest—let miles inspire,
For running’s faithful through the years.
It won’t betray like burnt-out fire,
Unless excess brings pains and tears.

Fights cut much deeper than the track,
And claims can wound more than a fall.
No shame from treachery attacks—
Just herbal tea instead of all.



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Cadres decide everything

Schools of Pol *** and informers' brigade,
Goebbels' own studio, lessons in hate.
Doctors like Mengele—monsters are made,
Crafted to keep us all under the weight.

Geniuses? No, that’s too much of a task—
Raising new Hitlers is harder to do.
But turning a **** into one with a mask?
Just start him in law enforcement crew.

****** once shouted of nation’s great need,
Branded a villain when all came to light.
Now the same monsters are learning his creed—
“Health” and “progress” their banners in sight.

“Health” won the war on CowID they spread,
“Progress” has lit up a battlefield’s flame.
Fools nod along as they're easily led,
Fighting and "healing" in ignorant shame.

Now there are legions—too many to save,
Hope for this world is fading to none.
It crumbles to filth, a fast-rushing wave,
And Satan stands as the last worshiped one.



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The Carrot of "Knowledge"

The fool sees knowledge as a prize—
Pass all your tests, and soon you’ll be
A learned *** in foolish skies,
Content in hollow company.

But dare to add a bit of nerve,
And you will lead the blind along—
So long as you know how to serve
The "duce" keeping your herd strong.

That truths are bent, that lies run deep—
Such things don’t bother donkeys' minds.
They only crave what they can keep—
The promise of their petty finds.



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Masks and Fools

The foe appears as a kindly uncle,
Yet in deeds, he's ruthless, cruel.
But for ages, fools adore the masks,
The simpletons and jester’s tasks—
"Real men," they say, "the golden rule."



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Sacred Grounds

The cross shines brightly all around,
Gold gleams with beauty, pure delight!
But to the soul of a bound man,
It pulls with force, though not so right...

For the Free Spirit, it’s dark and grim,
A life of toil and weariness within.
To them, any place is blessed and true,
Where Enlightenment comes without the view.



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"He who doesn’t work, shall not eat"
In those words, slavery’s no disguise.
But that's old news. The new "test" we greet—
CowID’s the trial for the broken lies.



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In ignorance, there’s peace of mind—
Like cows in stables, calm and still.
Enlightenment is not a bind—
It’s alchemy. The fate, the will.



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To Die for the Global Asylum

"Live, be dead, be truly dead. Do all you wish— it will be well."
Bunan.

The splinter of this shabby life
Lodges deep within your mind.
Pull it out— let it burst forth,
Shame and misery intertwined!

As though you were dead,
But not a heap of waste—
The Spirit’s borders erased,
And with it, war is chased.

The war’s fought by the twisted ones,
Who made you their slave.
And all the troubles you face,
Are artificial, misbehaved.

Expand your mind, so simply—
That’s the way to go.
Otherwise, you'll perish a fool,
Propping up the Asylum's flow.



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Crooked Comparisons

A fascist, like a leaf,
Falls into the Autumn's sway.
But the CREATURE, like a worm,
Gnaws at all that’s in the way.

The fascist, a CREATURE,
Grows upon the tree of doom.
The king is formal,
His enemies in the womb.

Winter comes,
The CREATURES will survive.
But the fool,
Once more, won’t stay alive.



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Chipollino is the Only Man

Chipollino’s the only man
Among the veggies, standing tall.
The cucumbers will find a plan
To heed the rulers of them all.



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The Ram’s Hell

Fears and lies on every screen,
Yet the rams still heed the scene.
They can't break free, they can't awake—
The Ram's Hell goes on, for their sake.



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Enslavement by "Ideas"

The fascist’s talk is sharp,
The humane, so meek and mild.
Like a blank sheet,
The people beguiled.

Not enough for all—
Give them "the idea,"
To bend the fools,
And rule them forever, in fear.



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The Pendulum of a Creative Soul and the Struggle of the Mediocre

Struggle's not a pendulum,
But a slide down low—
A monument to foolishness,
A triumph of madness’ glow.

The pendulum swings—
Light, Knowledge— Dark.
The creative never falters,
Or madness leaves its mark.

The pendulum swings to Dark—
Close your mind, retreat.
But when it swings to Light—
Create, and life’s complete!



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Metamorphoses

Kalashnikovs­—pencils bright,
Drawing wars into the night.
But the soul's true revelation,
To hell with it—world's damnation.



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Dreams in Dreams and in "Awake"

"Life and dreams are pages of the same book."
— Arthur Schopenhauer


You keep turning through the pages
Full of nightmares, lies, and pain.
Wake up "conscious"—fool for ages,
Just to fall asleep again.

Yogis train to dream while knowing,
Yet it's hard—the gods still sleep.
That is why this world keeps glowing
Like a festering, filthy heap.

Be a god! Don't fear the ending,
Burn the rot down to the ground!
Stop decay—no more pretending,
Let the flames consume the mound.

Sunlight helps—it sees the reason,
Burns the bottom year by year.
Each new season, with more treason,
Sinks still deeper in the smear.

Spirit’s realm will rise thereafter—
There, a god must take his throne.
Dice in hand, you'll play with laughter,
Crafting worlds to call your own.



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Easier With Time

Hour by hour, it feels less dire
Swimming hard against the tide—
For the Soul. Yet some require
Struggles measured, pain applied.



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The Petition System

Vote and cheer—no real choice.
Blind and deaf, the people stay.
Idiots, rejoice! Rejoice!
Now it’s you who rule the day.

Pick a puppet—just a token,
Spun by one corrupt brigade.
Madmen march to chants unspoken,
Drummed by lies their masters made.

"Pay your debts"—the cry is spreading,
"Citizen" must heed the call.
War or "sickness", self-unthreading,
Dying’s duty most of all.

Media beasts control the masses,
Guide them like a mindless horde.
Fools are glad to serve as glasses
For the talking head they’re poured.

Yet they claim it's "good"—how clever!
Only few can see the game.
Darkness rules the world forever,
Bound by Evil’s endless chain.



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"Imperial Spirit" of a Rotten Colony

In the marshlands, fools are rushing,
Craving war without a clue.
Ruled by ****, their world keeps crushing,
Sinking deep into the blue.

"Imperial faith" is choking,
Binding all with iron chains.
Few rebel, defy the yoke, and
Face the wrath of mindless brains.

No bright future—none in sight,
Stupor drags them far below.
Brave ones fall without a fight,
Death has come to steal the show.

Judgment's near—the **** must perish,
Clean your house, rebuild anew.
Only peace is worth to cherish,
Else you’ll march to ******’s doom.

Cargo-führers play their roles,
Clumsy puppets, petty trolls.



--- Total 20 poems. ---

I've been waned by sages, mystics,
yogis & seers not to look directly
into the Akashic record where all
time; past, present, future coexist
in the singular eternal Now. Oops

Buying ****** and Their Shiny Human
Exercise brain with shoulders and legs,
feet of beautiful ******, and clean
bank notes. A healthy man in front
of his word hits on the ice of his nation
whose "fairy tales", they become safe,
warms the spirit to lose. The only hidden
thing to escape from the dream of his
grief the real ****** by half considering
the window of two from time
to time his baptism, the point
of the Greeks naturally wild, his voice,
******, the head of the head
of this meeting, escapes to the passion
of the spirit of its history, lowering
the price of the doors of the drink of the
day early in the morning to another ****.