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A little fiction to refresh the mind.

Poetry and prose from the heart. Stories to ponder.

A kiss taken

“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” ~ Ingrid Bergman; Swedish actress.

The difference in essence between man and woman is that God-substance makes it so that they would inevitably—because naturally they should—attract each other. And, in fact, is that difference which can make us whole again, as a family forms and everyone adopts their role. We should embrace that difference which assigns man the heavenly sphere of wisdom, and to woman that glow of superb beauty, true love and devotion; although neither belongs exclusively to either one.
The truth is that both parts should have all of the above to succeed in the long run. Fortunately for us, the beauty of a good woman, only if we men know how to appreciate it, can wake in us that drive and wisdom to be better men, better individuals, and better companions in all walks of life.

Beauty, we see it. Music, we hear it. Fragrance, we scent it. Taste and touch, we feel it. Lovely words in communication, we feel compelled to follow if we ponder them and understand them. But the soul senses all these and becomes one.

A Kiss Taken.

The stories of love are many,
Failed and immature as any;
Yet the spirit of compromise,
Strength and faith in your eyes.

Challenges of unhealthy nature arise
While the hopeless broken heart cries;
Friendships dissolved and forgotten,
Not true love, some illusion now rotten.

A new dawn emerged and we remained,
Shy at first but deep care was trained;
Slow emotions, love without rushing,
Evolving friends, we were blushing.

A kiss on the forehead meant ‘friend,’
A kiss on the soul meant ‘without end;’
Sparks were beyond the past memory,
Sparks were giving new loving energy.

You were the one shy and protective,
Of your blooming emotions selective.
That night from you a kiss was taken,
And both our hearts were shaken.

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The timeless…

“Spirituality is not adopting more beliefs and assumptions but uncovering the best in you.” ~ Dr. Amit Ray; Indian author, philosopher, and spiritual master.

“YOU are your own guru. YOU are your own soul mate. YOU are powerful. Take the reigns and drive your carriage home to love.” ~ Amy Leigh Mercree; American author, spiritual guide, media personality, relationship counselor, and wellness coach.

Mental elevation means a mind free from all beliefs, collective ideas, prejudice, passionate ambitions, stubborn states; and from this, Illumination is born, from this emptiness the old is destroyed to build the new, mental mediocrity is now higher awareness into reality.

Reality is believed by the world to be what you can experience with the physical senses, by thinking and interacting with the same world; however, everything you see and experience with these physical senses springs or emerges from some conscious substance which is not experienced by the same physical senses, and this substance is prime, this substance is the reality which creates the illusion your human senses call reality.

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What you see is not what is. Love is not merely an attractive person with whom you can have a romance. Peace is not merely the end of noise in your room. Wisdom is not merely something you achieve by reading lots of books and by living years and years on this earth. The air you breathe is not just oxygen like science says.

Understanding all these things and beyond helps you remember what is the prime of life. Understanding all this is elevating yourself to a pure state of constant bliss which has no reason for being, where you wake up every single morning and you feel truly joyous about being alive and about being able to deal with your own ego while knowing that you are above it.

This is the Light Of The World, what The Bible calls The Second Coming of The Christ (and that mostly no one really understands), Christ Consciousness, Enlightenment. \

Because this higher understanding is based upon your mind aligning with your heart, there is no more confusion or fear which can cripple you; then, you maximize self-love and you become a light unto the world, a light unto others.

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“The Winged Spirit.”

“Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.” ~ A. P. J. Abdul Kalam; Indian president, scientist, and engineer.

The Winged Spirit

Times of grief and deep misery

Of dark days in past history,

Jackals and wolves ruled the night,

Wicked men of pain were the sight,

Streets of great pestilence and crimes,

Taxes, debts, of people suffering times;

Hate and fear were the ones in power,

Love and peace did not exist, nor the flower.

Broken I felt my heart in those moments,

My thoughts were miserable torments;

My abode, my wife and children were gone,

Light had left me and to dark I was drawn,

My dreams had fallen into the obscure abyss

Where I could not reach and there was no bliss.

I walked the path of no return one night of fate,

Of death I saw shadows summoning the gate;

Then the path was illumined at far sight on end,

Fear held me at first but then it became a friend,

There was an explosion of light which I did endure,

The love expanded, the warm peace was most pure,

I realized something extremely bizarre and out of place,

Time had vanished, I was within no common space,

Bubbles and ripples were all about my formless essence,

My mind sensed deeply the wonderful quintessence.

Then there was deeper realization and I came to see,

I had died in pain but was now reborn in profound glee,

The Winged Spirit in the midst of pain and turmoil,

Ready to advocate truth and all men’s suffering foil.

My losses were then met with wisdom and true heart,

My fear and anger, misery and frustration had part.

The game

Illusions are about us and all the time emerging,
Thought-forms and mediocre ideas without purging,
Men and women experience ambition in the mind,
They constantly plot all selfishness most blind.

Regarded I the coin of all treasure, the shiny thing,
I labored constantly like a puppet on a string,
Hurt was disguised as purpose, love was not there,
Misery was disguised as passion, stress I couldn’t bear.

Fleeting pleasures, incoming pain, I lived confused,
Society’s schemes, man of ignorance, I was used;
There was a brilliant light I couldn’t see at first,
Madness possessed my form, beyond cursed.

Love had been my savior then and it took time
To stop all anxiety and experience The Sublime,
For I elevated to the paradise of mental peace,
Because she found me the illusion did cease.

Realized then I was the pawn of the crude,
As the servant to the rich and powerful glued;
One lives as a puppet every day of his life,
I had awakened, cut the cord with a knife.

The game is thought by the ignorance of humanity,
Everybody desires happiness but cannot see vanity;
Love is the answer and the deepest connection,
Of the poisonous illness in life is the grand injection.

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Soaring through the sky.

“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” ~ Mark Twain; American novelist, entrepreneur, publisher, humorist, and lecturer.

Soaring Through the Sky

Through the portal of the flesh my eyes became clear,
The world of form seemed exciting as I did peer;
The colors I didn’t know but the intensity appeared,
The smells were strong and I the new world feared.
Such fear had been born out of my new senses,
Because I leaned on my mother for my defenses.
I was pure and free to create wonderful creations,
But as I grew up the ego came up with aberrations;
Beliefs, ideas, experiences, were all new to me,
Confusion expanded like the most turbulent sea,
And anxiety and stress got hold most strong,
The decisions and actions I took were wrong;
The turbulent sea shook me here and there,
And I suffered with my loved ones anywhere,
Many a time there was anger and ignorance,
Violence and hatred due to the false difference
Of skin color, culture, religion, notion,
But the importance of the being is the emotion.
My mind was rattled and the voices were violent,
I fell in the dark abyss where no one was silent.
One day I felt a light and found meditation,
Through inner contemplation felt I great elation,
Through drawing and painting, through music and writing,
All beautiful expressions far from fighting,
I found what I thought lost,
The pure child in me I believed tossed,
I then overcame my self-destruction,
I did not allow my ego to be an obstruction
Towards my mental elevation and pure joy,
I became a light unto myself and did stop the ploy.
Soaring Through the Sky my imagination was met,
The violent voices in my mind were finally no threat.

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What is it…??

The flaming spirit

Convoluted and confused my thoughts became when my eyes fell
Upon the form of the beautiful and majestic mare.
In front of me after I had awoken myself it was presented,
The intense color, the magnetic energy, the heavenly scented.
It took away my worries and fears as it reminded me of Her,
We had been best friends, her sudden death I did not bear.
Ripples in the air and warm vibes took over my form,
Something like love, good memories, bliss did swarm.
My whole mind flew over and understood the meaning
Of my loss, a deeper communion with my own being.
There were stars in the sky which shone bright that night,
As I had never seen before the Moon so bright.
The hours passed and the night came to an end,
My soul delighted now, it had been godsend.

What is it…??

The mind rattles in immense confusion,
It believes the grand illusion.
Is it a great idea, a religious belief, a passionate act…??
If it is, then is limited, it can die, that’s a fact.
The imagination creates thoughts everywhere,
Of you and I together;
But true love has no ambition, form or shape,
No hidden jealousy to drape.
Clothed in garbs of intense emotion,
It cannot be that notion.
What about passion and lust…??
No, they are finite, like wind gust.
The sage in me says love goes eternal,
It is within your own body, not external.
True love is of the wise,
The outer act is a disguise.

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The transfiguration.

“The ultimate aim of the ego is not to see something, but to be something.” ~ Muhammad Iqbal; Indian poet, philosopher, politician, academic, barrister, and scholar.

Year 2045.

In a distant world where thinking deeply got you in trouble, where going against the establishment and its rules got you excommunicated and locked behind bars.

A dirty and trembling man sits upon the floor within his enclosed jail cell, close to him The Lord of Darkness himself sits under the form of a bright window…

…After several minutes had passed under stress and thoughts of grim death, the man dares finally ask, “Who–Who are you…??”

The Deceiver responds in a haughty and soothing tone after a poised chuckle, “You know who I am, Adam. You brought me here, to this… place you chose.”

The dead air stunk of sweat and hell ashes. Adam swallowed nervously, “…I didn’t choose this. And I didn’t bring you here.”

He was in meditation, brooding deeply. “Thoughts, intentions, and actions open portals into that which is represented by light or darkness in the cosmos. You chose your fate.”

Screams of anguish and people being punished pollute the air further. “Am I dreaming..?? This must be death… Is it not…??”

“How amusing you are.” His lips curled into something someone could call a smile of derision, “Life is all there is. Death, what you call death, is but a door into a higher level of consciousness, one level you cannot achieve in this… pitiful form you carry… No, not death. This is something else.”

“What is this then?”

“This is your world, the one you’ve chosen. Everything exists still, no life passes away; your wife, your children, even your dog, they all live. But you can’t see them, you lost that privilege when you chose me into your life.” The air became electric and cool. The bright window form became dark and the scenery through it purely wretched. “There is a balance for all that exists, Adam. You pushed on that balance too far, and life became… well this.”

Silence corroded the dungeon.

The Deceiver pierced his eyes, “Did you think your rebellious nonsense wouldn’t upset the balance of your life? Did you ever think of your family, how your selfish actions would affect them?… No, you were too self-involved. Your ego and your beliefs, thus your illusions mattered most to you. Congratulations on killing them. Congratulations on choosing me.” Then he vanished into thin air.

Tears began streaming down Adam’s face bathed on the memories of his family being killed in a shootout with police. It felt like he finally understood his whole world had come down on him. Several minutes he felt darkness consume his soul, grip his mind with a vise. His screams filled the air with terror!

Suddenly, a ray of electrified light came down, penetrated the jail, and swallowed him whole! His body and mind became light and each cell of his composition was stretched and filled in.

When he woke up next to his wife, his children were jumping on the bed. Covered in sweat and stinking of hell ashes, he ran to his bedroom window: Darkness and wretchedness had gone…

He looked at his wife and kids, then understood that he needed to stop being selfish and thinking about how to bring down the government, others and their nonsense, he understood that following others means being self-centered and radical while praising his own ego in any situation…

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Fire and Ice…

“When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.” ~ Muhammad Iqbal; British-Indian philosopher, poet, academic, politician, barrister and scholar.

Fire and Ice, Love And Fear

Godly ripples in the ether of mind,
Rich essence of me without bind.
Monsters and ghouls as rulers behest,
Dark and confusing thought stressed.

My way and my step were under siege,
Life and Death my tyrannous liege;
I had fallen in the whimsical illusion each day,
The cruel devastation of my life I did pay.

She was burning coal and I frozen rock,
For two opposites met the imminent shock;
Love existed but my form never knew,
For fear within my wretched soul grew.

The clock had become my foe as well,
The rushing entity of misery in Hell.
The winds took a message in the fall,
You wanted to see me in the ball.

Anxiety and doubt filled my many day and night,
Fear had cursed my mind and it allowed no light;
Dreams of the fire that consumed my house,
The deaths of my dog, children, and spouse.

My face had been severely under fire,
But I was marked and living most dire,
And the wounds of my heart had no heal,
The essence of love from my soul had conceal.

A book of ancient mystery and great lore,
A bright and fateful day strengthened my core;
It told about poles and degrees of the mental plane,
How to transmute fear and reach a higher gain.

The fear stayed but let in some light then,
There was this new confidence from the wise man.
I chose to give my life one more try,
Perhaps developed I had the inner eye.

Danced all night with you and saw your smile,
That ball gave me an opportunity with no guile;
You were perfect in your dress by me near,
I took my lesson, Fire and Ice, Love and Fear.

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Colors in the wind…

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ~ Lao Tzu; ancient sage, philosopher, and historian.

Colors in the wind“

There is great wisdom in the wind,

Blowing here and there in spring;

Images and messages come to my mind,

Beyond words and voices, more than those two combined.

I remember the past people of mock and laughter,

They said there would not be love for me trial after.

But now I see colors as miracles which communicate

Peace and freedom, the warmth in the healthy fate.

Even the leaf on the tree blesses me,

The flower and the grass, the butterfly and the bee.

My step is of noble and forward move,

My heart is my guide following the groove.

Of the colors I sense in the wind which fill all,

The groove is your energy which does not let me fall.

I cannot see your form but I delight in your love essence

Which shines and warms my very presence,

And that is all I truly need to feel bliss,

My eyes are not blind to love such as this.

“The Conscious Ether“ (Between death and the next life)

Was I ever born…?? Was I ever dead…??
The faces always seemed so mysterious,
So unnatural to me, memories like poison spread.
I was lost and then found,
I was me and then you, I was confused;
My world was upside-down, the color, the sound.

The fear was gone, the bliss had disappeared,
But the colors, they remained enhanced,
The sound was beautiful, the vision had cleared.
My body was and wasn’t, but there was an essence…
Yes, an essence of peace and freedom I felt clearly,
A warm embrace, a conscious ether, a known presence.

Then it came to me, my forgotten past perhaps,
Or my forgotten Now. Who knows?
It called on my existence, energy links, summons, taps…
It was my aura the one spreading into all vision,
And then I visited other lands but never traveled,
For I was expanded in my conscious condition.

The darkness came and I saw another light,
Far into the distance I saw you,
Then you floated to me, an angel so bright;
The moment grew into sensations I couldn’t comprehend,
We were two but then one, I was confused again,
More than an angel, a goddess, a godsend…

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The Sexiest Part of a Woman

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Post date August 18, 2017
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—The sexiest part of a woman—

If you look deeper,
Than the exterior,
That is where you will find
The sexiest part of a woman;
Is not her body
Or pretty face;
The sexiest part of a woman
Is in her mind…
That is where she hides away,
The kinky side,
The naughty girl,
The freak that likes to play…
The sexiest part of a woman
Is in the secrets
That she keeps locked away…

–The Shield–

Her love was now gone

That fateful morn dawn,

And I was feeling broken

Due to our love unspoken;

The insincerity had I brought

And hours had we fought.

The smell of her hair I miss,

Her smile, her playful tease.

Does she miss me…??

Where is she…??

If only I was so fortunate,

Be able to erase the argument,

She would be here with her smile

And I would feel bliss all the while.

But I must become the strong man

And woo her back with a plan.

Yes, my heart is now most revealed!

For true love has broken The Shield!

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Within our kiss.

“Within Our Kiss“

The magic beyond the lips

Far greater than the magnificent eclipse,

More than just touch and sensation,

Spiritual harmony, two souls in connection.

There never was in my existence

The pure bliss in the persistence

Of your soul merging with mine,

Yes, you made me experience the sublime.

My being was lost and confused,

By hatred and several vices I was used,

The stars for me were not shining anymore,

My way was corrupted, my heart ill and sore.

But one day I met the miracle which made me

Realize my strength for you did tell me

That two souls which belong together

Are never apart, connected forever.

You became my friend and companion,

We visited the beach, the parks, the canyon.

Then something happened and my world was changed,

We felt that vital essences were exchanged,

The closeness of our bodies, the link of our minds,

The burst of energy, the love that binds.

It was the world within which elevated this poet

To incredible heights of the romantic sonnet.

God put images in my mind of bright stars,

Beautiful planets, Venus and Mars.

My heart sensed beyond the physical touch of our lips,

The dimensions I saw, the rich galaxies Within Our Kiss.

A passionate kiss which communicates deep affection and share connection goes beyond two lips touching, it goes beyond the thoughts you have during that magic kiss. This kiss is the merging of two souls into one, going back to Source/God for the moment that kiss lasts where no space and time are limitations.

“Hot Sunset kiss“

Plain words cannot describe that sensation,
For our spirits were in glorious elation,
Soaring through heavenly clouds of light,
Magical stories of love the poet cannot write.
We felt the mystery of our warm embrace;
It became a flame without time and space.
It burned deep in our souls as one,
Our lips and burning love under the sun.

Shy at first I communicated my sincere affection,
We talked for hours and found the connection.
Our hands held and I felt I knew you from somewhere,
Twin flames, a past life, a deepness we share.
Then we elevated the passion, there was pure bliss,
For I will always remember that Hot Sunset Kiss.

Deep, sincere love bursts with flames of truth and soul connection.

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