MY OWN

To free my mind, I have to look at mind.
The past mind; the future mind.
Who are these servants for, me, or some one else's wisdom.
Every single moment IS endless, how do I then look at my OWN
past mind and then the future mind.

My Fuel

Matter comes in to being because of will; hence I produce through my breath.

The breath is the fuel to my body through which it produces what it wants as it wills, the produce come in to being.

As the fuel from the sun expands the universe so does my fuel expand my own universe.

Ignorance increases the resistance of the limitations. The breathing too becomes difficult and the resistance then stops the flow of current through my body. The current that helped me produce.

The Separate ME

When I look at you I cannot see you
When you talk to me
I cannot hear you
I carry a separate ME
All the time this ME looks at me seeing you
Every moment this ME talks to me what he listens from you

I have a choice the ME tells me
Can I choose me over the ME
Yes the ME affirms
And continues his game of separating me

stars

longing and travelling through many a time
many a lands far and high
once
on a hot silent night
an accident made the highest sky
sprinkle something magical
magical was she
magical her herbs
two magical stars
that night
lit up the whole
heaven and high

Jealousy

The child ran where the lights met
he ran till his heart went
The joy of love took him to paradise
new and old
The years and the season of love
gave birth to jealousy,
The child was a man now
His run to paradise was long now
and often he could never reach them
The subject born out of love - this jealousy
denied the man his paradise
which was so easy when he was a child

I NEED

I need wings and not chance
I need gates and not hope
I need shoes and not faith
I need longing and not promise
I need enthusiasm and not a proposition
I need now and not the eternal

Heroic

If I'm a thought
I'm a heroic thought

Every tear is my weapon
Every smile a scorn

A paradise in me
As still as it could be

Love thrown in fire as
The anger sings me praise

I'm alone and so is my death
My passion for you cannot be trespass`th’

...the other side...

and I say show me some tears, show me some heart, show me some work, show me some life

and before you think Raj you see your face in a mirror & kick yourself to the other side of life

and on the other side is a little restlessness, a small song, a reunion, a hug, a smile, a fierce thought, a wish, a light, some craziness & some journeys, . . .

The beginning

I sighed and turned my eyes towards
the sky;
I reasoned why the beginning
was supposed to be burnt.

Loneliness is fragile and yet
it is that who knows the end;
the angry waves can only help
to steer my ship
to a peaceful strip.

I'm in grief for I know
the beginning was a lie;
now I live
to hear my voice
and see no weep in my eyes.

The Wind

A night in my childhood was spent in the
shadows of the winds.
Shadows were long that night and
seemed to never end.

I can't see
they teased me

I hear myself screaming and
they teased me
I couldn't hear

What do you want?
I whispered

What can you give?
they asked and laughed

Try Thinking
Try Spitting
They roared in my face

I spat and
they sprayed it back on my face

Hate
they sang
Will make you strong and fair

Sometime late and deep in to darkness
they whistled me to sleep with
a warm blanket of tropical breeze.

Autumn leaves in dusk

Autumn leaves in despair
Lie scattered in my path
It is dusk and their stillness
Alone they lay in pain
Without wings they wait for winds to
take them away to distant lands

You are free I tell them sitting down close
to them
You lie they cry
We see you cry too behind your smile
This life is now ashes and they sigh

I knew I could never loose on my own
Silence and numb with emptiness
I sat with them
and sang to them
it was never their fault
you lived to your highest and
now you would travel the farthest

SHE

Close enough to feel alive and not yet in any rush she took the freeway to love.
The day the night she walked asking thanking the new path to feel alive.
The season changed the breath and she sang praying for her heart to see her in the ever changing light.
Her smile her hands knew her now; they were now in the shadows of her eyes and she was close enough to feel alive in her own self.

Broken Wings

'Bravo, Bravo, sing for me more, you make me laugh, you make me cry'.
My eyes closed as she eased back in to the melody, I watched the sweet melody elope with happiness and how far far away it flew with me on it's broken wings.
My truth indeed was in the flight, oh my dearest radiant one;
how you carry me in your broken wings.
I drink you all and sing you praise; my
hero I thank you for your strenght and your mighty thoughts.

Notes About Me.

The years ahead are now: Thrilling.
Very Specific.
And Absolutely Achievable.

The power the needs can unleash are tremondous. The power brought about by the passion of my objectives.
They have settled absolutely perfectly in the vision.

The power burns and overwhelms ever moment of mine. Every moment is going to be identical now.
The objectives that spring from the core values are me. My core values are not dependent on the totality or the collective values achieved by man. That totality gives birth to YOU & ME. But MY values are independent of that totality so they are free of the "YOU & ME" and so are my objectives and the solutions to all the problems that I face.
That is the point that burns & overwhelms ME making every moment a thrilling moment

Awake

The thrust comes with tremondous force sharpening the factual memory ; every belief becomes then questionable.
Contemplation of every answer is a tremondous waste of time;
I say there is no need to do anything to be awake, you were are and will always be awake.

Run

The hill ahead and the thoughts so slow; I'm broken down again.
Run, run without your caravan as my breath wakes up my truth.
The truth cries a river and my eyes are frozen in time.
Look at me I can run and feel myself; exhaustion vanish with every step and I'm surprised to see myself up on the hill again.

Finite Space

Finite Space and certainty of it's existence helps me to forgive my memory loss. I can with this certainty forget what I want, when I want.

Must Be pleasurable for man to be aware of finite Space for centuries now. Or may be later.

How could I exist before birth?

No never.

A is A you see but after birth & also within the finite Space.

Had Socrates known that he would die with his death; he would have made love not principles of truth.

And who contested that A is A exists only on paper.

Who!?

Form & function does work outside the philosopher's class, I bribe without a shame. I'm immortal shamelessly for my exploiter, on paper only.

With chemicals and nuclear weapons I understand form and function, but what about people, I mean it's a bit complicated, have you seen my wife.

If A is A, how did I land up being married.Will I or can I reassess my values. Living in a value system provides free will, said who.

I see my point but you promised to show me my soul. The problem of the point runs deeper. A is A is not enough I need more options. OK, let me act out as I have plenty of options. A magical therapy would help me see my soul now and I would banish the point just like that. ... I start in earnest to mop for my soul

The space being finite my search would end fast.

Or the need to search would end fast.

Invisible

Can I be invisible and hear you
Can I be invisible and paint you
Leave a trace; leave a secret;
I Can; can you keep your eyes closed.
I could then be invisible.
I could then hear you.

The Stranger

Who is finding who?
A stranger walks in the mirror and the seer can't sleep.
The image seems a good man and I a nobody.
I keep looking hoping I will know him more.
Can I talk he asks;
What can I do to sleep and or feel my body?
Touch me and make me real.
The streets remained dark and nights long, very long.
I was immortal for him and he a stranger for me.

Home

Let's go home; a tiny insignificant sunshine laughter awaits me there.
The life the work the journey back home; vanity and honor sing my failures calling my return a dirty trick
how can you find the way back to home they ridiculed further.
I smile and my tears smile back all the life between me and my years.
The walk back home was just a step away always.

I open my eyes it is sunrise, I blink, The eyes open to see the sunset. I have never known when it was when.