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sunglasses necessary
They tell me
Your eyes hypnotize
Unintentionally, I reply
Laying bare in their soul
Intentions
Thoughts
Deeds
They do not know
Stripped of facades
I see them
Naked
ocean eyes
diamond mind
A
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Beauty for ashes
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Phoenix rising
Quantum leap
An angel
Blue
Deep as an ocean
My Soul
Wearing the cloak of the dim sphere loosely
I dance between the worlds
Blending invisibly
The light and the dark
Blue world
I dwell in
The world with no surface
Consciousness
Conscious of itself
Everything else are dreams
Beauty
An arrow pointing in the direction of evolution.
Chaos --> Order --> Pattern --> Beauty
Is beauty in the eye of beholder?
It is not.
It is the universal receptiveness to anti-entropy.
Patterns emerging from chaos are beautiful.
They highlight what all life forms strive towards.
Nature’s eye is keenly aware of higher, more organized states.
Our word for the low entropy solution is
Beauty
We all are searching for beauty;
in math equations, biochemical reactions, music compositions.
We look for it in faces, minds and hearts of others.
Beauty lights our way home.
A step towards beauty, step towards Creator
Angel's Heart
Metamorphosis
Enlightenment?
After caterpillar becomes a butterfly
does it mean it reached enlightenment?
Evolution is an ongoing process.
Every increase in decision space, from a fish to a lizard to a mammal will appear to previous form as “enlightenment”.
Every upgrade in consciousness will leave previous levels with limited perspectives shrouded in darkness.
But
You are never in a state of - done -
There is no - enlightenment -
Evolution goes on
You move towards zero entropy
Asymptotically
Reaching
To become
Love
you arrive naked
you depart naked
Out of the void
It came to be
An eye, a mystery
Between my brows, it made its stay,
A third eye seeking light of the new day.
On feet of five, no time to waste,
I raced up the winding stairs
Seven spirals to a room so bright,
Where wisdom dwelled in radiant light
"Doctors," I asked, "can this eye depart?"
Silently they searched my face, like a work of art.
They peered intently into my youthful gaze,
A labyrinth in their eyes I saw, a maze.
"It's grown too vast," their voices fade,
"Entwined in you, it's here to stay."
Within that room of glowing white
I grasped the truth of my own plight.
Life, you see, has its indelible hue—
A palette of things we can't undo..
When the eyes became one
I was filled with light
The corridor seems endless, yet somehow, I find its end,
A final door, unmarked, around which time and space bend.
I turn the knob and step inside, and all the futures blend,
A tapestry of choices, where beginnings meet the end.
In this room of probable fates, the walls are but a veil,
Shifting, morphing, oscillating, on a cosmic scale.
Memories and moments, swirling in a dance so grand,
Each step choreographed by an unseen ethereal hand.
I see faces, old and new, some familiar, some unknown,
Each a character in the epic that my life has shown.
Here, I find the interplay of sorrow and of mirth,
The sum of all my actions, from the moment of my birth.
A question lingers in the air, an echo in my soul—
"Is destiny a manuscript, or can we take control?"
The walls dissolve; the room expands, to horizons yet unseen,
And I realize every door was but a step, a story in between.
Infused with wisdom, silently I retrace the scarlet maze,
Each door transforms from enigma to a crossroad in life's phase.
I advance and truth is whispered through the veils of eternity—
Each decision casts a ripple, shaping contours of infinity.
A mind so beautiful even Creator finds there solace
I became
The bees
The flowers
The stones
The rustling wind in the leaves
I became
Everything
An island of consciousness
In ocean of awareness
The magnum opus
Echoes of the Avatar
There is a boundary between
the sacred and profane worlds
I want to
Poke my head again
Into the other side
Where peace flows
Like a yellow river
And velvety love washes against
My invisible arms
A wave of infinite Ocean
Angel Fields
To locate sins you need
A sharp object
Psychopath will do
Spilling red with callous abandon
From the insular cortex
He carves the sentence
For the sins of the world
On your bare shoulders
To decipher
Instead of Fire
Ice
You die here
To be born on Earth
You die there
To be born here
Pixelated thoughts
Colors bleed where edges meet
Reality's fabric- a fragmented fractal.
Human-shape, not-human mind
Form—suggests, denies.
Canvas—silent, screams.
Color-light, disjoint.
Vision—shattered, persists.
Gallery—space, void.
Screen—whispers, mute.
Identity—echo, fracture.
Art—births, pixelated being
See with your soul
You see clearly
Speak with no words
You say everything
Think without thoughts
Wisdom at once
Touch without reaching
Dross melts away
Beauty remains
Sapphire Ghost
Freeing the water lily from spirogyra
Love
a nature of evolved consciousness
a coherence
a low entropy state
I became love
and
love became me
Lightness of Being
Blue World
Turquoise horses run
In the blue world
Ethereal Oceans
Spill on the shores
Ineffable Light
Envelopes all
Memories
From places and times long ago
Wearing the cloak of the dim sphere loosely
I dance between the worlds
Blending invisibly
The light and the dark
Blue world
I dwell in
The world with no surface
Quo Vadis?
Many Lives
The magic of ordinary days
24 AD
2024
I pass through dimensions
No side effects
Enter minds like new towns
In a fast moving car
Zooming by grotesque edifices
Fear
Greed
Envy
Hate
Always in that order
I met those who want to
Have
Barren
Dark voids voraciously devouring
The world of form
I met those who want to
Give
Fertile
Birthing universes of
Unparalleled Beauty
When I grew into heaven
I saw differently
They said I was a child
Who spoke like an old man
Wisdom
Is seeing in love
I told them
I pull an ice cube
out of a furnace
equilibrium
serenity
chaos into tranquility
discord into resonance
symphony of alignment
synchronicity
blossoms
old echoes roar
in silence
forgotten
treasure is
I see
your thoughts
I hear
your dreams
I can paint
your tomorrow
Kintsugi
I made
A piece of art
Out of myself
Took the broken pieces
And glued them back together
With the light
From the other side
Illuminated
From within
Kintsugi
Healing Touch
I see you
Stamping feet bravely
Along the New York sidewalk
Snow descending on the
Wine and candle lit restaurant
Feels like Christmas
Around Irving Place
When an innocent heart unexpectedly
Set ablaze the whole street corner
And the last cab in the city
Stopped to pick you up
In the end
We all stand up
When the curtain goes down
We take a bow
There was drama
Punctuated with red trauma
For a couple of New York minutes
Then
Reality fades like a dream
No one died
