Poetry (Part 2)...

The poet, like the mystic, the artist and the warrior all share the same passion for love and the mysteries of the universe. Besides, their expression is true to their feelings. To Love, from the heart, there’s innocence, intimacy and vulnerability – that's the essence of openness and internal power.

While loving from the lips is conditional, transactional and is a slave to the obedient words of the mind, in innocence, there’s purity and absence of past guilt, shame and restless anger – the incapability of being hurt, by experiencing the hardships of life, feeling the burns and owning your pain Not denying, nor negating and by not operating with resistance energies, but only with the majestic vibration of love.

Freeing the heart from past wounds and its rigid clays, by acknowledging the hurt and transmuting the emotional blows into wisdom and deep learnings. With that sensitivity, the sense of self is cultivated, and the heart space is expanded, like the expansive and embracing state that it is. That's the way to understand the true nature of the self. Like the lotus growing through murk to transform into the essence of the flower; it’s original form. The Buddhists use a proverb that means; “Living life with unwavering faith, as the lotus does, ensures the most beautiful revivals.”

Illuminations and animations; inspirations and motivations - the special effects of poetry on the reader are beautifully unusual, paving the way for you to think and feel in a different way after seeing the poet’s perspective on the objective. A bridge between reality and fantasy. Never one-sided with different ripples of meaning and understanding. Once the words enter your experience, there’s an undeniable and novel discernment of the truth within you. A deeper aspect of what’s true and real.

So, here’s to observing ourselves from a poetic and flowery perspective: open yourself to the poems of life, open yourself to your life; defeat conformity and ignorance with the light of poetry:

Rising...

The warrior has been wounded and withered by the waves of life, but never defeated. The poetry emanates the triumphs of living; for to live to with an open heart is the epitome of bravery, valor and chivalry.

The power of silence

Meet me in the deep realms of silence, to be free from the slavery of words; only pure existence of what is.

In the absence of all thought, words, assessments and judgements

There’s the awareness of everything – the ever awake and observant self

The supreme seer

The quietness of no interference; deep stillness

Sounds were birthed from silence and shall reverberate back to it

Vibrations rest and flow from silence

In the beginning, there was silence to end in silence

No identifications, history nor conflicts. I am the silence of my existence.

The breath within the breath; the space between the inhale and exhale

A true expression will only represent the impression it is intended to leave

Returning to source...

All roads lead to the circle of life and the cycles will take you home. Your freedom is to choose any route, but returning home is not.

The cycles of the seasons...

I fell as an autumn leaf from the tree; it’s time to let go

Falling gracefully and trusting my fall will be received safely by mother

She cradled me in the womb of her soil

Returning home, I remember this place. I relax and release

I slept in the darker realms of mother’s earth; deeply cuddled by the existence and unity of everything

It's winter, it’s time to die; it’s time to rest

The winds of change blew, transformation bestowed and what was a leaf has been transmuted to its original form; the starting point

The germination of my new life has arrived with the breeze of spring

New seeds of possibilities have been blown into the ground, to be rooted in the bigger body of this sacred field

For summer has arrived for my fruits to blossom and to enjoy the nectar of my life. Your life. Our life.

Discipline...

You want to be disciplined, but not the disciple

You want to comply and conform, not to learn

You want to associate, not to introspect

You don’t want it slow, you’ll be dealt a blow

You want it fast, deceived to believe it will last

You want discipline, but out of fear

Not out of curiosity, not of the nature of learning

You want to be disciplined, but don’t want to be disciplined

Listening...

The whispers of the gentle soul; treading ever so calmly

The soft touch of the feathers

The feathers of growth and whispers of change are only to be felt; listened to

Not to be heard within the congregation of voices we created to decipher the unknown

For the unknown can’t be understood from a distance; it’s to be entered

It's to be experienced and ventured

The gatekeepers of fear dressed in the military uniform of resistance will block the channels of listening

Only for your vibration to resonate with the frequencies of the divine whispers within, out of loudness that rules the land

God sometimes whispers, don’t look up to find me; I am within and without; all and nothing

The universe (YOU) doesn’t respond to desperation, it responds to what you really are

Seeing...

In between all conflicts, distortions and confusion; I see you

I see the whole, not the fragments I think about, the separations of the past

Even if it’s just a glimpse; an interval within the tides of time

It's enough for me; to remember my grandness and greatness

Beyond the mire; burn the fires of my emotional pyre

To be tamed when I see you; what was and what should be; are to be

Life is a pie of perceptions; we are the goggles of experience

Be here...

Be here; with me

Remain here; with me

Avoid the falseness; without me

Relinquish control; over me

Surrender yourself; to me

Live life; through me

Your freedom lies; within me

For illusion exists; out of me

Freedom...

Only until the unseen becomes seen, until your clarity is within, will you be free.

To truly become yourself, you have to become indifferent to what you think about yourself.

Your freedom is your perception of the totality of your safety.

Conditioning...

I am a puppy happy to be pulled by your strings. That’s when I realized my bark is worse than my bite. What’s wild is naturally free.

Have we domesticated and conditioned ourselves, the same way we are doing to our pets ?

Inspiring...

For those who look to manage others, will fail

Through failing, you’ll understand that inspiration is the way

Management is an internal thing, like governance; who has the power over you, governor?

Expectation is the experience of control, over the free-flowing coaster of life

Can you urge without commanding? To light the spark of motivation and encouragement

Inspire to flow; in-spire life

The wall(s)...

The wall was climbed many times, using the same ladder, in the same way

Day after day; it seems like an eternity of ascents

I slipped, I trembled to the ground. From the bottom, I saw the other walls – many of not the same in the darker distance; one in particular invited me; so, I made my way

On the ground, a new ladder is formed, a new ascent; a different sensation

I climbed the wall, ascended from the labyrinth of dividers and their separations

To descend into the lush gardens of life

I look up, I look back; I walk through the green field. Never to return again.

Relating...

The education of Love is to be found in the alchemy of relationships

The dark, the light...

In the dark, consumed by confusion and fear; I got lost. I’m used to knowing; the light.

Confusion breeds curiosity and that sparked my inner flame to take the leap of faith

I marched forward and ventured deeper; something within the depth of the forest attracted me

Like a calling in the distance, an echo only to be understood by me

I walked and chalked. The flame turned into a fire that burnt the obstacles of doubt and ignorance

I see the outer lights beyond the tunnel of darkness; the opening in the distance

I’ve arrived. To realize I wasn’t lost, I was already home, but didn’t know how to accept that.

Time...

Time was never created, nor passed to be terminated;

The time is always now – an infinite and absolute concept

Only in separation time is measured; to quantify the movement of effort and recording that

The true essence of time is the whole and complete movement of life, as it is, in this present moment.

Within...

Every man carries a woman within himself – honor that.

Standing still...

You were there. I am here. We are both in it.

I watch you, you watch back. I move, but you’re still there. Solemnly mounted in your place.

I can’t stop but to admire you, so I start to think about how to describe you.

That's when you disappeared

There’s no better plan, than the one you’re already in. Which in this case, are the words you’re reading and the feelings you’re sensing.

My dear reader, take the time and embrace the slices, experiences and spaces of your life.

From my heart to yours,

Peace in and peace out.