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Eye See …

blindspy — Tue, 26 Apr 2011 02:59:53 +0000

Eye see the wild … wild ..wild horses

Eye see them fly… over my heart.

Eye see the dark… two dark mountains

Oozing with love feeding my love..

In this night… Eye see no light

A light that could shine… more than your eyes.

I feel your pain… a wild dark pain…

Between your eyes …

between your ..sighs..

let me ride.. ride these horses

over those mountains over your heart..

let me heal… heal all your pain..

a rain must fall… fall on your sighs.. and eyes..

Blindspy.

Filed under: Morning Tea

Silent Echoes

blindspy — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 18:45:34 +0000

Silent echoes beneath my feet

making dark smoky ripples as I step in

slowly and gently

towards where you sleep…

I hear my breath

warm and thicken already

falling faster and deeper

while I drag my eyes through the curves

of your elegant half written poetry…

when I reach my destiny

the bed you see your wild dreams

I lose my will

Should I do what or should I do not

seeing those two mystical Jades

As you call them

your eyes.. .

~~Blindspy~~©

Filed under: Morning Tea

A Wish…

blindspy — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 02:43:49 +0000

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Filed under: Morning Tea

Life isn’t & Is …

blindspy — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 04:35:47 +0000

Life isn’t

Life isn’t about keeping score.
It’s not about how many friends you have Or
how accepted you are.
Not about if you have plans this weekend or
if you’re alone.

It isn’t about who you’re dating, who you used to date,
how many people you’ve dated,
or if you haven’t been with anyone at all.

It isn’t about who your family is or
how much money they have,
Or what kind of car you drive.

It’s not about how beautiful or ugly you are.
Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have,
Or what kind of music you listen to.

It’s not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown,
Or if your skin is too light or too dark.
Not about what grades you get how smart you are,
how smart everybody else thinks you are, or how smart
standardized tests say you are.

It’s not about what clubs you’re in or how good
you are at “your” sport.
It’s not about representing your whole being on a piece of
paper and seeing who will “accept the written you.”

Life just isn’t.

The Life Is

But, life is about who you love and who you hurt.
It’s about who you make happy or unhappy purposefully.
It’s about keeping or betraying trust.
It’s about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon.
It’s about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful,
maybe heartening.

It’s about what judgments you pass and why.
And who your judgments are spread to.
It’s about who you’ve ignored with full control and intention.
It’s about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge.
It’s about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow
and spreading it.
But most of all, it’s about using your life to touch or poison
other people’s hearts in such a way that could have
never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected,
and those choices are what life’s all about.

~~~

Posted in Morning Tea

Meditate where the Noise is…

blindspy — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 03:38:26 +0000

Be still yet relaxed.

with the erected spine,

and your eyes closed gently.

Watch the breath

not that you force doing it.

let it just rise and fall.

Open your ears wide and wide

so that it can absorb much more.

stop discriminating what you hear.

Don’t try to listen.

just be heard and don’t select.

hear all sounds all at once.

In a while, when your ears are full

when you hear just a one swarm of sounds,

watch and feel what is it you hear now,

As the final sound, noise or as the final vibration..

Blindspy

Posted in Morning Tea

Eyes of the higher …

blindspy — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 14:06:02 +0000

Where feelings became one with the air

where the mind seized to think and disappeared

where I met the eyes of the higher,

experienced… glimpses of…

Timeless ecstasy…

that never can be compared…

never can be said…

this moment… the only reality…

The eternity.

~Blindspy~

Posted in Night coffee

Non-dualistic philosophy

blindspy — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 02:20:00 +0000

“Na Punyam, Na Papam, Na Saukhyam, Na Dukham
Na Mantro, Na Teertham, Na Veda, Na Yajnaha
Aham Bhojanam Naiva Bhojyam Na Bhokta
Chidananda Rupa Shivoham Shivoham”

“I have neither merit (refer: virtue), nor demerit (refer: vice). I do not commit sins or good deeds, nor have happiness or sorrow, pain or pleasure.I do not need mantras, holy places, scriptures (refer: Vedas), rituals or sacrifices (refer: yajnas). I am none of the triad of the observer or one who experiences,the process of observing or experiencing, or any object being observed or experienced. I am indeed, That eternal knowing and bliss, Shiva, love and pure consciousness.”

- Extracted from Atma Shatakam

Atma Shatakam also known as Nirvana Shatikam and Atma Shatkam is a poem or Shloka in six stanzas written by Ādi Śaṅkarācārya summarising the concept of Advaita Vedanta (non-dualistic philosophy).

Blindspy

Posted in Words beyond words

Dreams

blindspy — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 14:25:19 +0000

Under my sleepless pillow,

millions of dreams fast asleep

it could be mine

it could be yours

or it could be of someone else’s

came from the future or

vanished to the past

millions of struggles

millions of messy happy times

brilliant darkness and villain white

catch me catch you or just missed

when the eyes wide open

from the morning sun light

from the chilling truths in life

from the dreams that soothe

from nightmares that kept u alive.

Blindspy

Posted in Night coffee

Malcolm X

blindspy — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 04:01:49 +0000

And you dare to call me coloured…

“When I’m born I’m Black, when I grow up I’m Black, when I’m in the cold I’m Black, when I’m in the sun I’m Black, when I’m sick I’m Black, when I die I’m Black. And you… When you’re born you’re Pink, when you grow up you’re White, when you’re in the cold you’re Blue, when you’re in the sun Red, when you’re sick you’re Green, when you die you’re Purple. And you dare to call ME a coloured….”.

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Posted in The People's People