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Tho’ you have no feet choose to journey in yourself,

Like the ruby-mine receive a print from the sunbeams.

Make a journey out of self into self, O master,

For by such a journey earth becomes a quarry of gold.

From sourness and bitterness advance to sweetness,

Even as from briny soil a thousand sorts of fruit spring up.

From the Sun, the pride of Tabriz, behold these miracles,

For every tree gains beauty by the light of the sun.

~Rumi
 
Did you hear about the rose that grew

from a crack in the concrete?

Proving nature's law is wrong it

learned to walk with out having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else ever cared.

~Tupac Shakur
 
i decorate my walls with dreams
a woven tapestry
depicting fruit in colors only butterflies can see
the brain
i think
enjoys the plum
the roundness in it’s hand
it leans my neck
extends my teeth
and chews on yellow sand
my walls were smeared with yellow pen before i thought to think
a shepard tone of ticking clocks to constitute the ink
i jump to find my purpose
into a hole so deep
i fall into eternity before i fall asleep
 
In the realm of metaphors, where words take flight,

A kaleidoscope of colors, a psychedelic delight.

Like whispers of dreams, they dance and sway,

Unveiling the depths of emotions in their own unique way.

In groovy swirls, the hippie spirit flies,

Beneath the neon moon and starlit skies.

With tie-dyed shirts and flowers in our hair,

We journey through a world beyond compare.

Our culture pulses with a rhythm rare,

A tapestry of love, beyond compare.

Each stroke of brush, a message to impart,

A fusion of the soul and of the heart.

Metaphors, like magic, paint pictures in the mind,

Creating illusions, where truths and fantasies entwined.

They bridge the gap between the known and unknown,

Inviting us to explore a world uniquely our own.

A metaphor is a key that unlocks hidden doors,

Revealing truths that lie beneath the surface, forevermore.

It's a mirror that reflects the soul's deepest desires,

Igniting passions and setting hearts on fire.

Like a gentle breeze that caresses our skin,

Metaphors embrace us, inviting us to dive in.

They whisper secrets, only the heart can understand,

Guiding us through the maze of life, hand in hand.

~Jay Narain
 
Saladhead

Prophesise your own demise
So it won't take you by surprise
Fill your head with buzzing lies
So it will flee when you see eyes
See your world with warped
conditions
So your life comes not to full
fruition
Have no faith in what you are
So you'll never get too far

Take the time to debate right
So soon your thoughts are in full
flight
Take stress and tension to new
levels
So you can always fight new devils
Build and build to overpressure
Give yourself some spectral censor
Give yourself something to prove
So you'll never have to move

It gives you something to do!

I will not wreck our peace
to start a war
I will not freeze the way
to shiver more
I will not try this way
to hide my true beliefs this way
I'll not tie myself to this rock to flee
Something which has never been

Intrinsically
a valueless antithesis and this
(all this)
Resplendence of a looking glass
Now makes me weak and drinks my
bliss
I know wherein my life is placed
This horror's tried to keep apace
A case of remedy gone wild
But no rampant bug will take this
child

I will not wreck our peace
to start a war
I will not freeze the way
to shiver more
I will not try this way
to hide my true beliefs this way
I'll not tie myself to this rock to flee
Something which has never been

Wage a battle, fight a war
Be 22, think 64
Retreat into your little land
Where you're always dealt an unfair
hand
Never call it off! Never stop!
Pay obescience to your etherial cop
Take these words, you'll be a guy
Trapped in limbo for all time
 
My metal body turns to rust
It lines the room with yellow dust
I dream of those I used to call my home

Cascading out in waterfalls
I join the dancers in the walls
Our minds become a vibrant polychrome

Each beat highlights a different color
Walls all spinning through each other
Memories of pieces of my mind

Hues and colors coalesce
The eyes of those who knew me best
In fragments of the me I wish to find

Long and short the time elapses
The room of colored walls collapses
Filling up the voids within my head

Steadily my mind descends
To join my body once again
Suspended in the air above the bed
 
I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.

~Edgar Albert Guest
 
To Be a Bat


To be a bat...
relocate
echolocate
To sing one's way though the frightening night...
To find one's way, through the sound of what one sings
(or tries to sing)
and hears it
through the reflection off
of that which one seeks
following the sound, staying
strong and aimed...
singing, listening, flying,
fluttering...
indefatiguable resourcefulness
and tenacity...
Hearing the response of
surprising welcome presence through the wind...

Time Place Presence

now

Listen
bright eyes
hear through time
focus through intent
Arrive in joy of discovery

I am not a bat

Follow through in gentleness
Arrive in curiousity
Remain in awakened delight
Communicate through intelligence and (pleased thrilled) awareness
Stand tall as the cedars with strength
Relish Thought
Allow potentiallity

Listen

Remain
Speak!
Speak
Speak
Engage




(sqeak)
 
Uhm, since I read the OP here goes, please do not cancel me over this one please. 😅


In quiet threads where lurkers roam
The Nexus stands, our lucid home
Etraction paths and sacred codes
We map, the hyperspace roads

From bark and seed, the guides emerge
Without alchemy, the worlds converge
Respect, no rush, one echoed theme
Lucid life, becomes a grounded dream

With wisdom born and ego checked
We honor all with deep respect
No dogma rules, no rigid gate
Just humble truth to contemplate


Kind regards,

The Traveler
 
A swirl of paint to draw the mimes
A sprinkle of dust to guide them
When the picture starts to form
The canvas flips to hide them

The past forgets its passing
As mimes forget to speak
The music on the canvas
Crescendos to a peak

The mimes and me—we bounce along
The brush—it guides my hand
The hourglass of time it seems
Mixed pebbles with its sand

I paint a candle and a mirror
The candlelight—it ceases
the mirror shatters on the ground
And mimes collect the pieces
 
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