Tag: mystic
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I have no idea
When I was by myself I prayed to be one with the ocean To take a peek into the great mystery When I was there I prayed for language To sing out loud this joy confusion and bliss Now I’m back here And words don’t make any sense Why of all things I chose language…
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Falling down
You’re sitting in your room, meditating. The floor is covered in dense fog. As the fog floats away, so does the floor. And walls. And ceiling. You’re falling through endless dark space at the speed of light, trying to hold onto anything. You realize you have wings. You are flying.
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Lost pilgrims
Gentle breeze Temple bell Mighty earthquake We swallow a cloud Of incense smoke It brings tears to our eyes Tour guide Spewing out facts In shrieking voice Old man calling His wife back home Girls taking selfies We’re all Lost pilgrims In search of What’s already…
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Down the river
I met the most Unexpected friend Here on the other Side of the globe Every night I take a stroll Down the river Every night He’s sitting on The same stone Staring back right at me Without a blink With so much Deep understanding (…)
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Holy mountain
Teach me to Stand strong and tall Through typhoons cyclones And collapse Of common sense Show me how to Hug the Earth and Set up a sturdy base there So that I won’t topple As I stretch out to the Heavens Pushing way past my limits Remind me To always keep My head up high…
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Right back there
One more time I Came back home Empty handed Just a few Autumn leaves Acorns chestnuts But a shadow of the Old wise forest All night long I rearrange them Just as if some Certain order Could bring us both Right back there Just by looking
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Symphony
Imagine. Just imagine. Imagine you’ve been deaf all your life. Then after a few decades of living in a silent world, you receive an experimental hearing implant. The person who gave it to you insists you go to a symphonic concert together… The concert starts, and you’re immediately taken aback at the array of exotic…
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Crescent Moon
The Universe and the light of stars come through me.I am the crescent Moon put up over the gate to the festival. — Jalal al-din Rumi
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Traveller
We raise our hands And hearts In unison Night city lights Are blinking at Our feet Stars snuggled up In cloudy blankets On this chilly night I feel your presence In sudden cold Bursts of wind Are you cruising The fabric of spacetime Again Like the stars I can’t see you But I know you…
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