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Heat and Sweat, and dust I know, And Bricks and Bricks and Bricks, Twenty years from now what will I ...
Deluded minds they say, Ignorantly going round, With one-pointed mind pray, Or else be forever bound. Make believe existence, self-created, ...
I sang echoes of the past ages, Blessed were the words I sang, I sang with eyes shut and heart wide open, I believe that when there is no beginning there can never be an end. As naked as the wind I sat in freedom, as clouded as the clouded sky came my thoughts, I stared deep into thin air, and I found myself absorbed, again no where.
Losing it with deception, clouding my own false perception, believing my self-created occupation, Lost myself!! and I still don’t have a reason.
This morning there is sunshine, and the dew-drops sparkle with their share of light, the stream flows naked, and the air lies unmoved, there is sight in my eyes. This morning there are birds singing, and there is a breeze whispering angel songs, the stream chuckles dirt less, my footsteps fall light on the path, there is sound in my ears...
Sometimes I get mislead, The path or by my own head; Sometimes I cry, The truth or because of the truth of lies...
Sad it is to see, Sad it is to hear, Sad it is to not be able to free, Sad it is to seek, that which is but everywhere.
Philosophy and the Philosopher, Confusion and the Confuser, Words of wisdom, breaths of energy. Oh! The Philosopher lost within his Philosophy.
Covered in mist and walled by snow walls, Serene, the lion’s fortress stands, Voice-less, but I guess it calls, I’ve ...
Let us not stop asking ourselves why we are here, Let us not pretend to be content without conquering our fears, Let us not give up our chances, Let us not foolishly act helpless blaming circumstances.
Okay let me pretend, let me begin, Let me again separate without and within, In an attempt to speak the truth let me become a liar, Lets once again try to define the flavor of forever.
The truth he transcended, And with it worldliness he ended, The garden of virtue he well tended, And became so alive that we seemed dead. He saw of what he was made, Or rather in truth “unmade”
Grace be you, Peace deceived you, Love enveloped you, Time consumed you, Hate destroyed you, Anger burnt you, Age wore you, Pain tamed you, Happiness faked you, Freedom invited you, Illusions showed you, Life lived you.
Nothing confirms to it’s existence, For where does it go in silence, My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, To give it existence so hard I fought. Not in my eyes or ears, Yet I was scared believing in fears; My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, As if visible so hard I fought.
Beauty just is, She was not, nor will be, Beauty is bliss, Lost in freedom for she is naturally free. Beauty is a kiss, Where you and me disappear into we.
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