This is not a poem, this is just the way it came out when I wrote it.
The heart is everything,
your purity,
your love,
your beauty.
Everything else coexists
to play as a slave to the emotions..
The heart is the projector.
The world is the screen.
The heart, not the organ,
the purity, not the blood
The wave of stars
Strewn across the sky
Shimmering through the body,
unrestricted,
this is the embrace
of life.
Thoughts are not cloudy
because the purity is flowing
through every aware nerve
this energy is as graceful as it is destructive
how it flows or is restricted
determines the state of mind.
You are this,
the ever flowing waves
through the universe.
Fear becomes an option,
not a fate.
Love becomes a realization,
not a desire.
Truth becomes fictional,
because the word cannot express
what wisdom the mind
cannot comprehend.
The body loses it's limits
everything transcends
The mind's concepts can be seen
like black on white
So much that the black on white is an observation,
one becomes aware of the colors.
Everything projects,
from purity inside,
an expression of God
nature
essence
All things
the physical eyes
can never see.
But also,
the need is lost.
The rest is just joy
life becomes enjoyable
without expectations.
And it is here, but logicality and
fear
natural responses
build up our barriers.
The ultimate protection of the identity
the physical;
the ultimate destruction of the soul,
the love.
To overcome these
is the greatest challenge
the one we come here to experience
but many of us leave here without this
running from love out of fear
letting our minds take the throne
being controlled by the world
feeling the safety of society
the stone face of the conceptual god
the spear of hatred wallowing through the skin
like a snake coiled around the heart
sucking the experience dry.
This is how it is to be.
Try and change it if you must,
I would like to see where it takes you.
Nothing can be explained to those who
thrive on beliefs
The conceptual mind is a bottomless pit
that will never be filled,
because it is empty
Void of compassion
full of theory
the empty stare
of a dead man.
It is hard to put into words
I seem to have done it,
I don't think about it
Neither should you.
It comes when it will
if you release your self
all beliefs and pain
release the coiled mind
everything you fear
Just let it go
and let nature flow through you.
No matter what the conditions,
it is possible.
You will never be alone again.
The heart is everything,
your purity,
your love,
your beauty.
Everything else coexists
to play as a slave to the emotions..
The heart is the projector.
The world is the screen.
The heart, not the organ,
the purity, not the blood
The wave of stars
Strewn across the sky
Shimmering through the body,
unrestricted,
this is the embrace
of life.
Thoughts are not cloudy
because the purity is flowing
through every aware nerve
this energy is as graceful as it is destructive
how it flows or is restricted
determines the state of mind.
You are this,
the ever flowing waves
through the universe.
Fear becomes an option,
not a fate.
Love becomes a realization,
not a desire.
Truth becomes fictional,
because the word cannot express
what wisdom the mind
cannot comprehend.
The body loses it's limits
everything transcends
The mind's concepts can be seen
like black on white
So much that the black on white is an observation,
one becomes aware of the colors.
Everything projects,
from purity inside,
an expression of God
nature
essence
All things
the physical eyes
can never see.
But also,
the need is lost.
The rest is just joy
life becomes enjoyable
without expectations.
And it is here, but logicality and
fear
natural responses
build up our barriers.
The ultimate protection of the identity
the physical;
the ultimate destruction of the soul,
the love.
To overcome these
is the greatest challenge
the one we come here to experience
but many of us leave here without this
running from love out of fear
letting our minds take the throne
being controlled by the world
feeling the safety of society
the stone face of the conceptual god
the spear of hatred wallowing through the skin
like a snake coiled around the heart
sucking the experience dry.
This is how it is to be.
Try and change it if you must,
I would like to see where it takes you.
Nothing can be explained to those who
thrive on beliefs
The conceptual mind is a bottomless pit
that will never be filled,
because it is empty
Void of compassion
full of theory
the empty stare
of a dead man.
It is hard to put into words
I seem to have done it,
I don't think about it
Neither should you.
It comes when it will
if you release your self
all beliefs and pain
release the coiled mind
everything you fear
Just let it go
and let nature flow through you.
No matter what the conditions,
it is possible.
You will never be alone again.