November 2011

Clouds found barking  

This evening a wet cat

Darkening in the sunset rain

A flowerbed left behind the storm

This little stream dry at summer time

Without water for decades

Yet its track doesn’t disappear

Raining upstream

Water coming from the sky

This little stream

Barely flowing for a while

Wet sandy bed sprouting past memories

Doesn’t flow to a sea

Never to a river nor a lake

Fading little stream covered in the shades

Of the little plants and grass – flowering so fast

Noisy outside, noisy inside

Noisy everywhere

Trains of thoughts racing with gaze

No mist no vapour along their grace 

COME TO THE TRUTH

THOUGHT 

is the designer

desire its force

reference* its tool

creates a fool

delusion causes desire an' craving

desire causes thought, speech and action

so comes the sensation

ignorant beings live for sensations

when die, die with delusion an' craving for sensations

so comes the body for sensation by rebirth

sufferings simply start in sensation 

Exist only mind and matters; 

views are built on perception and delusion

these views seldom lead to wisdom

no wisdom, live by the rule of blindness** 

own delusion is own enemy

because it creates stupidity

unknowing where that starts an' one can end 

driven by desire

uncontrollable are thoughts 

 in a weak mind 

there is no foe, just own crime -  

round and round nonstop - rebirths

just repeat from the start

 *perception or memory

**for unwholesome action/reaction

................posted on yahoo answer - as an answer for the creator

SO GREAT

So Great!

Wherein the powerful make the people the people

Wherein the people make the powerful the powerful

Wherein the black hole makes the galaxy generating

Wherein the powerful set the society circulating

Wherein the revolution consumes the past

Wherein the past renewed schools the future

Wherein the galaxy bursts – matters falling back into the dark core!

The world of superconductor, energizer and rebellion – this is

The society being crushed like sugarcane into saint an’ witch

Juice an’ alcohol made

Sweet an’ bitter seducing constraint

Space Traveller

Intuition making a guess

Rational mind making a step

A mind with wisdom taking a rest;

A real battle is in the mind - 

To clear the mess 

And to throw the junk out of the head 

And then develop the progress toward boundless grade the infinite

Enlightened brain is thus lighter than thoughts and faster than light

THE RIVER OF FEELINGS

A river through empty land with sand of very short grass

The river flowing lonely stands out on a lonely heart

The river of feeling only –

Only feelings flowing in its current and past

Into swiftly shifting ocean it’d never reach and touch

Feelings may flood and be soaked by the sand of very short grass

Lonely river always bears the anger an’ frustration of the nullified floods

There the sentiments have nowhere to go

There the flood with no gates made a lake of archipelagos

Old stories hidden in them

Never told before through the time off romance 

5 OCT 2011