A Universe.

There seems to be an entire universe inside my mind, why only the mind, it seems in every cell of my body.
I want to see meaning in what I do in my daily life, but it seems that this universe in my mind is not interested in that, rather it keeps defining what's meaningful and what's not. Sometimes it feels that this universe existing in my mind is the only universe, a universe that is in a movement without a direction.
Now the awareness turns towards nature and it's creation - that is this living organism in the form of human species, this awareness points to me about this extraordinary power to create and then that this power is in us too, which is quite different from that universe functioning in my mind.
Why do I keep listening to that which is there in my mind, why am I indulging in that, how could that universe be any different. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

had "it" known.......

You cry
and you ask then
(always) why,
you hold the ignorance
just that bit,
up to the point
it confirms or destroys.

So the images in mind
weaves a story,
a story called
my life
asking for peace
for harmony.

The sun asked
for a blanket
it was growing cold
so it thought so
and cried.

had "it" known

Existence exists and is
free from all realities
of mind-soul-visions
this sun would
never ever
want to
work in a mirage.

The Heart Song.

The heart that is weary
now holds a head that
has not bowed before.

Who saw the prisoned heart -
the bars of the prison
or the head.

The breeze is ever so slow
welcoming the rays
on which nightingales sway.

The existence and it's earth
can sing the song now
that the heart desires so.

The bird that is my
heart
never will ever care
if its autumn or
the end of spring.

Movement.

The walk is naturally drawn,
the movement,
to walk no guide is ever
required,
as light was never outside of us.

The body keeps moving
picking up energy as
it moves,
conquering coldness
as it moves,
nothing happens to moon from
it's appearance to
disappearance,
and so nothing happens to me
from my appearance to disappearance.

In Endless Supply

The spring sent forth
clear and transparent water
just like that.

When eyes are closed
the awareness lingers
in to imaginations
clear and transparent
just like that.

The water in spring
is in endless supply,
so is the awareness
that seems like is in
endless supply
just like that.

Can you bring it in
or by any means ----
NO,
nor mind can bring it forth;
when I read what I write
mind is not needed to
hold any attention
what exists is total
attention
in endless supply
just like that.

Memory.

Something is always known as some memory in frames is always preserved.

The memory looks upon the skill,
it nourishes the nature of man,
it wants everything complete and
aims at nothing less.

The values comes through it,
like valleys between high
mountains, memory helps
attaining closeness to will.

Memory is a process,
always rising,
seeking, a point where
ice melts to water,
that one single point.

The Idea of me.

From an idea lights up an idea. The idea of something being beautiful and then calling it beautiful there comes in an idea of what is ugliness. The idea of deep sleep's existence and calling it deep sleep gives birth to an idea of awareness.
If the mind is silent and something happens outside the idea of mind was silent lights up.

So if nobody asks a question and not even my mind, then.
It would be me but the me before god, because if it was me after the idea of god then I would have been an idea of me.

BLACK

Its dark and black and
you know,
you know somehow that
it is already day and
then in that black
magic happens
when I touch
to write to
myself;
yeah!
you touch the paper
you are just about to flow
the
sun breaks
through,
piercing that darkness
that blackness
with a
a million rays
a million magic.

The twin heads looked
at the long night ahead of them,
the five eyes tired now
of the journey so far,
the torso twisted of thirst
searched for it's earth to sleep.

Let the five eyes teach the
twin heads now;
free from all sides,
they can help move the earth
and sky,
and they know how the birds
move without putting their
feet on ground.

Tomorrow

A pair of good shoes
Closer than you could imagine
The yesterday that
You stood still and
Cried and cried.

I was worried about you today
Thinking about the tomorrow
Which has to be seen
Learning is a marvellous thing
So unique and so different from tomorrow.

So radiant so energetic
Would you care
to
DANCE
It would be the ride home
For my good pair of shoes.

The Free Will

In the double slit experiment the detector placed on the double slit or after the slit i.e. the screen both of them collapse the so called superposition of the particle.
That is if the screen is not there, there is no way you can say how the particle behaved.
Hence time has to come first to register consciousness, if time is not there consciousness is questionable and even the so called superposition.

The detector or the measurement device helps get an absolute result and the same over and over again.
The detector or measurement device is no different from the so called observer trying to understand things happening around the observer in it's universe,
it has to dawn on the observer at some point that there will be never be any new experience at all ever as also seen in the double slit experiment.
The interference pattern is observed when the measurement device is removed in the double slit experiment.
In this case no one actually knows and you cannot bring it to the experiencing nature of what is happening there when the observer is not there.
Hence on fundamental levels till there is measurement device the free will goes out of the window.

The Eyes.

The eyes looked for
a hope and
why could they
see only the
memories
you could call these
memories
your thoughts or
your soul or
your psyche or
give any
other fancy name or
a more fashionable label of
neurons.

The vision defective
lost in the
emotional himalayas
struggling to find a hope
a breath
a something its own
not relative
but absolute.

The eyes searching for
eyes.