A Ringing

In the clasp
Of such a powerful chant
One cannot help
But swing forth and back;

At the sting
Of such a menacing trap
One can no longer indulge
In what now is the past.

Halt! Despair shan’t be pitied
The lament of ghosts is not heard
O pain! Don’t you see it is vivid?
Revealed, what was whilom obscured.

The mind! O the mind! Its soliloquies!
Devious spirits perennially menacing
Dragging it into their passionate nothingness
Voices of conquerors blinding and deafening

Endless samsaras coming and going
Thousands of worlds minds constantly joining
Missing each time the essence, the unity
Tying together beyond any scrutiny.

Reaper! Come reap all these sorrows
They hold all of the treasures you seek
I know you to be the keeper of keys
To all of these doors that beckon to follow.

O! Torturous mystery, dismounting to greet me
Your white horse may eat from the fruit of my garden
Allow me unburden your sorrows so deeply
Affecting each wrinkle your cheek cannot guard from.

When altered, I see that the paths that unwind
(From places known only to few who’ve unraveled
The puzzles that twist only minds that are worthy)
Are symbols equating to bridges and temples.

Narrating the beauty on trembling mirrors
Thousands of facets all sown by expressions
To build countless bridges, reflections of figures
Exalting the mind beyond all its intentions.

Unlocking the coffin of reason, discovering
Joy and absurdity coming together
That which cannot be named nor repeated
Revealing itself like the peacock its feathers

It is I, foolish ego! who’s meant to but suffer
Your task is to watch me do so with joy
You know not the force that moves me to plunder
Nor one that retrieves me when passions deploy.

You know not of love, poor thing, but of glory?
Your pitiful reverie in secret self-mocking
The bridges you cross and plots of your story
All lead you to chaos, yet stop you from stopping!

Tis’ nothing but madness, I plead you to witness
Transfigure your image by breaking this mirror!
The pieces will grow into beautiful paintings
Of mythical landscapes to serve as a river

Glowing more brightly now that the clouds
Have opened the gates for the light to shine forth
The serpent uncoiled, one hears its chime loud
The doors are now opened, keys dropped to the floor.

Cloud

As the night sky's moon-lit clouds

Do soar above the valleys

They chime blue thunder strikes

Revealing burdens they carry.

Under these moon-lit giants

(Keepers of Heavens and Hells)

Dwells Fallen Man in his kingdom

Overwhelmed by the luminous bells.

He walks alone in the darkness

Reaching forth with his power of thought

Behind him come black avalanches

Caused by the pains he has brought.

And buried, he shall be forever

By his own hand, his own accord

Lest he use his last effort

To grab on to the light like a cord.

It strikes, and does painfully so

But through pain alone can man vanquish

No other escape than to hope

That the forms that he follows won't perish.

The cloud of Eternity silently marches

Through winds of despair or of glory

For outside is but the form

That always follows what's holy.

On his freedom-burdened path, man

Walks like a stranger befuddled;

Though knowing deep down he is one with the Whole

He stumbles into amnesic eternity.

Sad as it seems, it's never too late

For man to look up and see that the Clouds

That so graciously slid a rope of bright light

Await for the moment he's had his last doubt.

mixed emotions

stuck

in a cloud

with the quiet pain

in which I indulge

like a ruin.

above, a rainbow

that I keep trying to grab

and I keep falling

in these clouds

of clueless ideas.

I look up and see

two bright stars

your eyes.

like fire,

they’re the center

of an eternal dance.

I see my shadows

spinning around them

an unmistakable spark

in the abyss.

falling forever

one day

at a time.

one spark

one bright spark

and I’ll be gone.

below, two bluebirds

uniting the sky and the earth…

what a dance!

if only

I would fall already.

I don’t care

if you catch me

I’m happy

in my beautiful

misery.

so run

in any direction

the light is never far.

how could it be

if you’re it?

Time

Mourning the loss of my old friend, time

I tick with impatience on the clock named Earth

And see up above a star named fate

Prophet and sage, winking at me

Only far in the eyes of ignorance

Falling apart with each resurrection

As tears flow from them, freeing their fire

Reflecting more and more

On the clock named Earth

As it slowly turns

Towards its final hour.

Seed

Fill me
with your tears
for without them
I'm empty.

Fill me
with your love
for without it
I don't exist.

Fill me
with your suffering
for without it
I stumble in darkness.

Fill me,
fill me to the top
with every possible experience
and when I spill over
allow the soil to feed off my feelings
so that one day
someone may reap a fruit
that to me
was forbidden.

verse of unity

God did not come
in tents
or watches
God is a watchful host.
we must enjoy our time here.


(upon suddenly waking up one morning, I grabbed my phone to write it before it faded, then I went back to sleep. it came as a strange flash)

Les Etoiles

It was written in the stars,
By an architect from Mars
That our light will shine above
Blinding light, numinous dove.

Black Sheep

Dream but don't sleep
Your eyes are many.
Counting the sheep.
Counting on many.

They sigh and they seek
A dream long forgotten.
To turn the other cheek
Til the day that they stop them
(The ghosts of tomorrow,
The despots of sorrow).

Their worries are many
Their problems are few.
Not knowing they're making
Boulders out of stew.

They chew and they chew
Pretending to suffer.
But deep down right under
Their heart chants their real colour.

They sweat in the dust
And cough like a smoker.
But once it's all over
They'll tire in water.

They sleep, oh, they sleep
On the dusk of their slaughter
Don't you want to see
How they'll kill all my brothers?

Sound

My phone scratches the table

While an apple shrinks on it.

I tickle my cells with curious joy.

I blend in perfectly.

Connected like Wi-Fi

Sound.

I am reincarnated already.

In sound.

Bing, bong.

My laughter immortalizes me.

And friendship breaks time and space with a spatula.

What’s cooking?

The universe in a boiling pot.

God didn’t forget it, he just went to help the neighbours.

With their car.

God is a good mechanic.

Knock, knock

Who’s there?

Bing bong

Bing bong who?

Bing bong the mirror.

Pending

The parks turned to cemetaries

The office buildings, lounge bars

9 to 5 chilling,

Wearing slippers, eating salad

Mind mimicking the music.

Yesterday forgot its role

And I’m here alone...

I forgot to sleep.

Nevermind. I’m ok.

But under the slipper,

In the building’s reflection,

Carved on a tomb,

A verse from a tune –

The consequence

of our existence.

So foreign yet we’re neighbours.

It makes me sad

I’m here every day

But you’re absent

I wish I was a teacher

To send you a letter

Asking for a reason

Not to attend my lesson

If I knew it, I wouldn’t attend it either.

Elements

The dancing fire is heating my thoughts
Your shadow - a pool disturbed by droplets - keeps me wanting more
Carving infinity into an illusion, the pain in the boiling pot
My soul rusts, a breeze of light keeps it alive; my curiosity opens the door.

What's your worth? Does your mind stagnate or do you pay rent in blood?
Do you follow along like a good son biting his tongue or do you want to change the eternal song of the wrong?
Do you knock? Do you ring the bell? Or do you break in and endure the flood?
Anchored by a cloud, what goes up must come down, and it won't be long.

Your fists held back by the locks around your wrists - break the chains and float in the boiling pot
Rage followed by reason, followed by a fresh breath of mystery
Wander round or cough blood asking how or why, your mind going dry
Tis' a figment of a rock - the dirt is your world, ironic that you drown in it.

While a child unwraps an empty box, his thoughts float outside the lot
Breaking up with society, burning the pact of self-destruction, he finds the universe
A hat keeps warm but internal storms can blur the form and throw you back to the norm
Will you open your eyes to the unseen or will you relinquish it by accepting the illusion?

Failure

To those of you
Who know the truth;
So very few
Who've seen the proof.

If you dare
Conceal it,
Then your fare
Is deceiving.

Those who throw
Dirt on gold
Are the foe
Of their soul.

If you hold
A little light
Please dare not
Hold it tight.

If you pull
The curtain
Then the bull
Is certain.

Once you hide the truth
You can't wash your hands
Only pain will soothe
Your eternal glance.

let the e go

proceed
in my dream
to keep busy
until you and me
are one.

Word of the Heart

The vibes boiling my blood
Not measured in temperature
But in Watts.
Alan told me he was last
I was just above average
But school's a blast.
You get to be imprisoned
So you grow up fast
Or die young
If you let your dream die
You'll shed your wings and cry
Like Serj Tankian.
Love or limp uselessly.
Live or rot for eternity.
Insane, I think not.
Your story's a joke
In the eyes of the Buddha.
You even pissed Jesus off.
But it's cool.
He forgave you.
You thought an idea could control you?
You thought a door would lock you?
You thought a paper could buy you?
Who owns you?
Bite your tongue and buy your freedom
From your heart to build your kingdom.
Inner from what Christ said.
So face the Sun and go to bed.
You'll see a bright white light
And this world will be gone.
And you'll say,
Well at least I had fun.
Now, you're in the realm of Being.
Where your heart suddenly starts Seeing.

dried up

I lost you to a shadow
drowning in it
alone.

I made a mistake
I fell down the stairs.
What a perfect excuse.

My blood flows like a dying river
poisoned by indifference.
Helpless, sharing my stories with ghosts
at least they can relate.

My only prayer
written in a bottle
is my last hope.
If I'm forgotten,
my ashes will find their way
to the one looking for me.
Vibrating gray tints
crying "sorry, sorry!"

Utterance

We will not be forgotten

Lest we forget ourselves.

The tales that we have trodden

Will forever ring like bells.

Each moment we have cherished

Is in itself regained

It shows we can attain

A grain of the heavens.

Follow The Plan

You need to synchronise with what you’re looking for

Stop looking for a cure

You are the cure

The world is waiting for you to do your job

Follow your plan, intuition

Centered abyss – pupil

Reflection of ignorance

Desire to learn

Follow the plan

You’re free if you align with the truth

The truth is your passion

If you don’t follow it you lie to yourself

Stop doubting yourself

Do something.

Summer… My heart cries Summer

Tis’ summer in my heart

Though winter’s shivers spark

Taken aback by lust

Desert’s essence – dust

Whenever the mind stumbles

The heart offers its warm hand

The clumsy mind fumbles

And struggles to misunderstand.

A tear engulfs both road partners

Sliding on a lotus petal

The mind just sees the darkness

While the heart swirls around in dreams

To wake up on a rainbow.

The mind turns on the light of reason

Swollen by deceit and failure

Self-perpetuating treason

Thread of an obsessed tailor.

Boat of a hedonistic sailor.

--

Short-circuit.

- Not yet!

…

But if technology betrays me

Who is there left to trust?

Another mind?

But it’s so hard to find…

Who?

….

Who am I?

--

The boat crashes –

Flooded by the self-revealing mirror

Silence.

--

                                                   

It’s not a secret

It’s just unspeakable

Found within

(The never-ending chapter)

Each night,

The heart’s last step is bookmarked.

Allowing itself to fall –

To rejoice in mystery

And reveal itself through rebirth.

For Words (Ars Poetica)

Words are worthless.

Graves waiting to be filled.

Shadows of matter

In a world we did not build.

Soft-spoken poets suffer

For they’re afraid of sorrow

Outspoken poets suffer

For they’re afraid of tomorrow.

Sorrow from bothering

The sickness of the departing;

The future is a new present

In which lost souls are reuniting.

The poet who surrenders

To the soft hand of time

Understands the tie

And awaits for it to unwind.

Before he says goodbye,

He hopes to have traveled at least

The distance between two hearts

So that his mind can rest in peace.

Then,

Even his shadow will dance.

Occupied

Your mind is occupied like a plane’s washroom

Absorbing all the dust and bugs like a vacuum

Got no space or time for some fresh air

Turn off the hum, undress your mind bare.

What ticket you got? We share the same fare.

Don’t you hate the stewardess’ fake care?

We could do better, oh, look at that cloud!

It looks like my dream! What’s yours? Oh, watch out!

Some guy just passed by, spilled your water all over

Hold on, I got napkins, don’t lose your composure

No need to be angry, be Zen, here’s a pamphlet

About Buddhism and how to regain your soul’s balance

Be happy, life’s beautiful, oh look at those birds!

I wish I had wings, don’t you? But of course!

When I was a kid I dreamt about flying

Now I’m a car dealer and I really like driving

You’re flying right now, silly, I’ll buy you a coffee

Look around you, folks sleeping, and one guy is coughing

But you look like you got a colourful dream

Let’s break the window and grab hold of the steam

After that we could work our way up

Grab onto that cloud and quack like a duck

After that maybe head down to the river

Flow on the stream of consciousness, be its mirror

The plane will be landing in Babylon soon

Make sure to have your seatbelts on, you baboons

Oh, this still on? Ha ha, I was joking

Don’t worry folks, enjoy your days croaking.

But I’m not a frog! I’m duck, I can quack!

Oh, shut up, you can’t, you’re falling off track!

Psst, don’t worry. Don’t listen to them.

Your path has been cleared, while they walk, you can run.