Poem Quotes

"Here and Gone August"

Leaf green’s the shaky scrape of a tree’s arm

raking against the window.

Brushing back and forth

with each and every blowing breeze, gust or gale.

These the humid doldrums of here and gone August.

A tree's hands can be so thin,

his arms are sticks.

They look anorexic.

 
The poet Mahmoud the Palestinian said this after he loved an Israeli woman: “And I love you despite my tribe, my city, and the chains of customs, but I fear that if I sell everyone, you will sell me, and I will return with disappointment.” After he discovered that she did not love him and that she was an intelligence spy for Israel, he said: I felt that my country was occupied again.
Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish and his love for his country: On this earth is what is worth living, on this earth is the lady of the earth, mother of beginnings and mother of endings.
it's tantrums, then flowers at the door.
 call me names,  then call me yours.
i'll disappear, you'll never see me again.
call my bluff, go pull me right in.
i'm terrified but i want to see this through.
what would it be like to runaway with you?
"You try in vain, there is no end for a rebel, I am like the resurrection one day to come"

Confession #1
I  Love rain and hot coffee, while I read and eat dark chocolate.

 

 

 

 When you don't rush, everything comes towards you. When you stop wanting to control, the world accommodates itself.

 

-Isis

 

 

 

"My heart is upon you because of the temptation in your hands that took me from you and did not return me to you"




 All I ever will be an an object of desire, until you actually acquire me. Then you see my soul is a heavy bourden to bare, one which none desire when it's 4am and the world is a little bit too heavy.
No, unless it's the 4am where you crave my body and I willingly give myself to you in the only way you'll have me, you don't desire it.

 


Don’t cut a cake! Awake! Your Birthday is Fake!


Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake?
Don't continue to make the mistake
It's time for you to now awake!
Ask your mother when you were born
You were kicking weeks before and this went on and on
You were alive long back, she knows
And even science has pictures as the embryo grows
Nine months before your so-called date of birth
That is when you actually came to earth
Then you didn't have blood, bone, and skin
You were just a Power, the spark within
But because you believed in the birthday lie
You believed that there were ghosts and fairies in the sky!
Every year you continue to cut your birthday cake
You don't realize the truth, just believe what is fake!
When will you, to the truth, awake?
When will you stop baking your birthday cake?
When you realize that nine months earlier you were born
Then to stop cutting the cake, will you undertake?
Although you know that it is not your date of birth
You came forty weeks before as the zygote on earth
But you just choose to follow the herd
You don't investigate, don't fly like a bird
You don't ask the question, 'Who am I?'
If the body came later, then, 'I am the body,' is a lie
I was that Energy Spark that first came to earth
Not on my so-called birthday is my real birth
In what way will this news make us awake?
Why this big fuss about the birthday cake?
When we realize we are not the body or the mind
Then, Self-Realization we will find
If you are not the body that developed on earth
You realize you are that spark, that's your real worth!
That spark is Energy, that spark is the Soul
To realize this is our life’s ultimate goal
After the spark, starts as a little zygote
Our body is created, be it man or goat
We are not the bodies that we seem to wear
The bodies will live and die and tear
One day, every ‘body’ must die
The one who was alive will depart into the sky
The body that is made of skin and bone
Returns to ashes, as people mourn
We are not that body that died, were we?
People say, 'He passed away', and we are free
They are so sure in the body we no more live
To the flames or to the coffin, our body they give!
If we are not the body that will one day surely die
If we were not born on our birthday, that is a lie!
If we are that spark conceived nine months before birth
Then who is it that on death leaves the earth?
The Soul, the Divine Spirit, the Atman is that spark
To give us life from birth to death is its task
It arrives at conception and departs at death
We are that Power that gives us breath
When you do a simple thing like stop cutting a cake
When you investigate and realize that your birthday is fake
You realize you are the Soul, you are no more vague
To the ultimate truth, you will awake
This Realization is the real beginning of the journey called life
It will liberate us from all misery and strife
When we realize we are not body, ego, and mind
Eternal Happiness and Peace, we will find
Just because we were taught many things that were lies
We believe that God lives in the skies
The birthday cake will make us realize
We will live as the Soul, we will be wise
So, from now don't cut your birthday cake
Don't continue to be ignorant for God's sake
Realize that your birthday is fake
You are the Divine Soul, to this truth awake
 
 
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