Enter the Dragon ~ A Poem
The Dragon is mystical in symbology
It is the force of nature
God's fiery ferocious child
Enter the Dragon
Beastly creature of fire and fury
Majestically seated on its throne
Oh, Mighty Dragon seated on your throne
All that you survey, you can burn with your fiery breath
Seated in your lofty heights, you gleam a metallic sheen
Snarling, growling, and sneering, you await, abated breath
You are a force of nature
The earth's fiery child
The Tree of Thought ~ A Poem about Divergence of Thought
A thought is always issued in one way
It is a singularity, only one idea per thought
Like a tree when it is born as a sapling
It is only the trunk that is born
Thought in verisimilitude is born similarly
But as a sapling grows it's branches appear
A singularity becomes a divergence of thoughts
Then as the tree grows more branches appear
More divergent thoughts are born
They are the progeny of more divergence
Divergence leads to confusion
Divergence leads to conflict
Conflict leads to violence, chauvinism & sorrow
What is right and wrong is the question
The questions lead to more confusion
The tree grows old and the parasites come
The tree decays and it dies
But before this a sapling is born
A new thought, lets see it grow
The whole world is watching you ~ A Poem
Do you think we are fools
Playthings and mere tools
Critical thinking, free information, even gossips
Can reverse what you do
Manipulate us against each other
Make us hate our brother and sister
Divide reality into theology and ideology
Dogma and polity
All contrived to enrich you
Create systems that feed the rich and bury the poor
An international global elite
Transferring money at the click of a button
National leaders even Hitler
Playthings and fools made use of by you
The day will come when karma and death finds you
Nature suffers when you mine it
The oceans and seas filled with filth
Wars, famines, diseases and plagues
World war 3 being your greatest folly
God watches you and so do we
We will die because of you
There is no such thing as a chosen race
Crooked nosed evil devils are you
Like a lotus flower ~ A Poem about Purity
Proud you stand
In the quagmire of filth
Fragrant you are
Attracting far and wide
Despite the filth in which you live
Pure you are without blemish
Oh lotus flower
Exemplar of purity
Astral Bridge ~ A Poem
I cross the astral bridge in the night
It links my past to my future
Each step I take that is my present
The world is a dark place
Only the moon and the stars are the light
I am a traveler in the dark
Star studded night, I am alone in the dark
What lies across the bridge is my future, a mystery
What steps I take is the present reality
What I leave behind is history
Swan~ A Poem
Delicate and snow white
Graceful and elegant
You pick only clean food
Flesh and yuck, you eschew
A jewel whose soul is star bright
God's perfect creation
Gentle are your movements
Delightful is your melodious song
Artistic is your dance
Flying high, you are majesty
Cosmic Mariners ~ A Poem
Sailing like in the olden times
Bravely facing new elements
Mysterious and unknown
Brave mariners, you adventure forth
Stout hearts and keen minds
Sailing through the cosmos
Never flinching from danger's scary face
Curious to find, inquisitive to learn
Great minds are those who adventure forth
What you seek, may you find
Far reaching never ending cosmos
Dark and deep, flickering lights of stars
Galaxies of all shapes and sizes
Meteors and comets scream helter skelter
Brave mariners of stout hearts, adventurous souls
I am a Soul ~ A Poem about I the Soul
I am a Soul
Powerful and strong
Unswerving in my remembrance
Of the spirit that I am
I am not the body I dwell in
I am not of any race, nationality or creed
Just a sparkling jewel in the centre of this forehead
I can transmit my vibrations all around
Cosmic dust, dark matter, the universe
I am beyond all that you see
Unless you use that hidden eye
Never can you perceive me
I am a time traveler changing bodies
I have seen much, known much and done much
Mystical eye ~ A Poem to God
Oh All father, Oh All mother
All seeing omniscient eye
Watch my efforts to become holy
Watch my efforts to become pure
Without holiness there is no Godliness
Without purity there is no peace nor happiness
Hail to thee, God of Gods
Hail to thee, Shaman of Shamans
Hail to thee, God most holy
Hail to thee, God most mighty
Oh All father, All mother
Hail to thee, wizard of wizards
Hail to thee, magician of magicians
We are souls, travelers in time
You see from your faraway abode
The very home your children came from
You are the Druid of Druids
The Mystical Grove ~ A Poem.
Into the dark I walk
In deep meditation I stalk
Through the mystical Grove
The moon, the stars and the milky way
Above me they watch my steps
Sullen silence punctuated by my footsteps
Owls hoot and bats fly
In meditation this is the walk
The walk I take each dark shrouded night
In contemplation, my deepest thoughts
Of the course of my life
Each jewel of thought
Like a salve that sooths the pain
Like a sweet that makes a smile
Through the mystical Grove I stalk
A poem.
We are time travelers
Walking through one life to another
What we saw, experienced and lived
In the deep recesses of our minds
In secret, those memories lie
Like a stealthy cat who keeps those secrets
Watching us, seeing what we do
Who were we, what did we do
In ages eons before
One life impacts the other
Reverberating in age after age
An endless cascade of actions and consequences
A Poem ~ The All Seeing Eye.
I watch in silence to all that happens
In silence, I see you
In silence, I watch you
In deep thought, I contemplate about you
I am the all seeing eye of your mind
In silence I sit and I reflect
In silence, I am in deep thought
In a misty shroud, I speak to you
What is it you seek?
What is you want?
Is it good or not?
I am your third eye of wisdom
I sit behind your forehead
Do not eshew me
Do so at your peril
Mother ~ A poem.
Mummy, you brought me into this world
Your love and blessings for me will last
Well after you are gone, it will be
Only God can take your place as my mom
You are the tree I sheltered under
Only God who is also my mother is the other tree
I will always love you mummy
I want to be your son again in another birth
In the sacred grove ~ Poem.
There is a sacred space in my mind
It is a dark tree enveloped grove
Its leaves sparkle like fairy lights
Showing me to the path to the sacred sanctum
I am alone , introverted
I link my intellect, the faculty of deliberation
To my Lord, God most Holy
He comes to sit in front of me
From the distant abode where I was born
Bright golden red light envelopes
Like a mystical mist, warm and comforting
I commune with the special one
In this sacred space, in the sacred grove
The Universe is in my Hands ~ A Poem about the power of the universe.
In my mind I connect to you
Oh awesome power of the universe
You and I are one
You are my friend, my companion
A symbiotic relationship, incomprehensible
No intellectualization
Just connection
Awesome, simply awesome
The swirling never ending mass
Gas, rocks, stars, dark matter, comets
A titanic force beyond comprehension
Don't bother to understand, just realize and accept
Feel it, feel it and thrive
Coursing through my being
From me the soul into my brain
Through my body, released to the outside
Power, power beyond comprehension
In my hands, from I the soul
The universe is in my hands
Mind portal ~ A Poem about imagination and perception.
In my all seeing third eye
Creation takes place
In my all seeing third eye
Destruction takes place
The seat of wisdom
The mighty throne where I sit
Anything I want is my creation
I am what I believe I am
Crazy as it may seem
I don't care about what others believe
In the end it is what I profoundly believe
If I listen to what others dictate to me
I might as well go for a swim with a crocodile
My connection is to the supreme soul
This is my elation as a humble soul
I can create anything I want
Even this tapestry of words
Linked from my beating heart
Pumped from my throbbing brain
Knited all from my third eye
It is not what others create
It is what I create
That is me.
In life, success is often measured by those who have succeeded
by gaining wealth, fame, renown, health, and property. If they have struggled
to have achieved such things, people see them as heroes of life and are
adulated, emulated, and adored.
However, a blind eye is given to those who have failed,
sometimes late in life and sometimes early in life, and struggle to succeed. They
are often scorned, looked down upon, or not seen. Do you know about the heartache
of such people? Do you offer them support? Do you even know they exist?
Success, my dear friends is sometimes the progeny of failure.
There are those who have failed early in their lives by not doing well in their
studies, not seizing opportunities when they arrive or are the victims of
illness. But do you know that such people when they become wiser will grasp at
any opportunity to succeed? These are people who will search and scour the
landscape for any opportunity to do something great for themselves. They are
fully cognizant of the bitter salty taste of failure. Unlike those who have
never failed, they know the price of failure. That is why those who have always
succeeded cry bitterly when they reach the apogee of success and Wham! they meet
their downfall.
These people can be very ambitious and will work hard and wisely
to get somewhere in life. Shouldn’t we give them support and praise? Mind you,
failure can come at any time in life. The proud ones see their success and hard
work without realizing that failure can hit them like a charging train. There should
be an acknowledgment of their ambitiousness and hard work. It is from abject
sorrowful failure that they gain success. I tell you never look down on those
who fail. You might not know the incredible stuff they are made of. once a chance
comes, they grasp it like an eagle grasps its prey in its strong sharp deadly
talons…and they will soar as high as they can get. These people will refrain
from talking about themselves, they are as quiet as church mice and are humble.
Why are they humble? It is because they tread the stony thorny dusty path of
life.
So, my friends, if you have succeeded in life regardless of hardship and sacrifice, do not look down on those who fail, but rather be a friend and a support for them. You will learn the great lessons of humility, opportunism, and ambition from such people.
Not everyone has the same journey
Life doesn't treat everyone the same
Your fate is always in your hands
Trust yourself more than anyone else
To love yourself has a deep meaning
Life's garden has a rhythm
Disaster and Triumph
Failure and Success
It goes in that way blind as a bat
Brickbats and Bouquets line your way
Failure is the longer road to Triumph
Every one of them has made you who you are in the present
How you perceive it heralds your future
What makes me smile?
An interesting question to ask
I smile when I see the morning sky
With birds singing, the sun rising, it's a new day
What makes me smile?
I smile in good times and bad
One must accept the existence of both in life
They are unavoidable facts
What makes me smile?
When I see the innocent laughter of a children
Fresh and new
Each they discover something new
What makes me smile?
I smile because I am alive
I have another day to do something
It is my legacy I will leave behind
Silence is Golden
Solitude is Silence
Solitude is to be Alone
Adrift in the calm Ocean of Thought
Awash in the warm Waves of Contemplation
Silence is Golden
It makes the heart sing
Solitude is to be Alone
In the Ocean of Deep, Deep Silence
Thoughts come in a row, one after the other
Dwarflings of Gold
Bearing the products of deep thought
Silence is Golden
Jewels of Thought
I bear it alone
In the deep recesses of my mind
Darkness, emptiness filling with thought
The waves of the Oceans of my mind are silent
A paradox unlike the ones at the shores
Like a drug-infused purple haze
In the midst of a crowd, I can still be alone
I lose my mind in the groovy funk of the purple-haze
Thoughts then bear fruit
The progeny from the heatwave of silence and solitude
As they fuse and explode
Hence , their progeny born
It has now come to this The Apocalypse has arrived Loneliness, despair, a toxic brew A devilish concoction It has poisoned my mind Hopele...
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