Thursday, August 29, 2013

Like A Lion's Roar [Poem]

Like a Lion's Roar 

Oh, All of this apathy and agitation….
Life-negating cynics drain the fun out of life like a leaking water balloon.
Y’know what? That’s IT!!!!

I’m going to the highest mountaintop and declaring,
With all of the confidence of a king,
With all of the loudness of a lion:

“Clarity and Peace are the natural states of Mind!
Love and Laughter the essence of the heart!
Vitality and Energy the original intentions of the body!
Beauty and Profundity the innate qualities of the world!!
Goodness and Fun the primordial plan of Life!!!
Same goes for everyone! People are awesome!"

Upon hearing, the cowardly hyenas ran away.
They don’t understand the Brave and Mighty Lion.
“No! Life Sucks!” they grumpily growl,
As they hide in caves of fear, doubt, apathy, and cynicism.
I hope one day they will peak out & see, like a shining sun,
The basic goodness of the world, life, and themselves.

Until then, I’ll just have some fun in the
Fields of Freedom with my friends.
Why not come and join us?

Monday, August 26, 2013

Random Haikus [Poem]

Tortured by Desire
Drowning in Discursiveness,
Forgive me, My Mind.


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Drain myself of Life,
Body lazing, Mind coarsing:

Death by Apathy.


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Breath, one, Breath two, Breath…
Becoming single-pointed… Ah! I just lost it.

- Gaze at the Future: Pure Potentiality. Utterly Groundless.

- Walking with barefeet- Insects live in small world, too Crawling and Creeping


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Astral Dimension:
Subtle, Light like a feather,
Its Ineffable.


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Physical Dimension:
Solid... and continuous?
I think its boring.


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This Meditation:
Struggle with an untamed horse.
It doesn't like that.


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This Meditation:
I'm melting into stillness,
silence is soothing.


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On The Internet:
I...want...to..see..and..know..ALL!
End up with nothing.



Monday, August 19, 2013

Emotions [Poem]

Anxiety, Sorrow, Anger, Envy.
Joy, Compassion, Love, Silliness.
Enthusiasm, Awe, Heartbreak, and ineffability.
You're all strangers to a person like me,
an unexpected visitor knocking on the door of the present moment.
I didn't let you in, so why are you making yourself feel welcome?
Oh, know what? That's fine.

I'll get to know you a little,
those vibes and sensations,
How you play the appropriate background music of the present moment,
coloring it with a distinct mood. If not for you, it would be dull and grey!

Sometimes I don't care if your presence is toxic or nectarine,
You remind me I'm not a lifeless robot that can only
COMPUTES thoughts and appearances.
Yes, you make me LIVE them!

But when I try too hard to make you feel welcome,
you slip away, like sand between my fingers.
Ah, the inexpressibly subtle art of really emoting!

Maybe one day I'll master that art,
but,
until then these exceptional moments of great feeling
will run away from my intellectual ego-mind
like little children running from the boogeyman.