Emotions

What are these A Rain of words Meaningless to many Expressions to one Do I write to please Or is it that I am pleased Do these signify who I am Or is it an expression of who I am Am I lost or confused Am I an ego maniac Is it that I expect to change Or is it that I want someone to change Do I desire what I write Or do these words reach someone What am I expecting when I myself say 'I am' in silence I express what I feel I wish to put in words the same When I reach out into the depths Where consciousness has a larger reach I know not of the world As I know it as change But the one thing constant Is this depth and silence in consciousness I cannot reach out to consciousness For I am the very consciousness I write so that I am countered For the words are those of the mind My mind is the world And so she changes Tired and frustrated she babbles As I; consciousness watch her change This diary I write so I can observe her change My mind tired and frustrated.. For her silence reveals ...

Are we here because of a God A Creation that the Lord maketh With all the fallacy's in our making And the people who make it look worse Who then is He to determine For the problems I face are mine And not that of His; HE who made it, nay created it He is to blame then, not me For I do what is to be done I dont 'create' this, this sin That is the blame I carry I am pure then as I was created by He My choices are His too for He is me, as I am His Then I don't sin For it is not my destiny These are His, the Lords For HE created them willfully Who am I then Ye fools Fools of Destiny You cant purify me For I am the Pure, Author of The Destiny Lost as You are in this madness You call the Path From sea to sea you travel Bearing the cross of your fallacy Your God is a fiction A mere concept of sin For He is no other Than the decider of this Destiny Stop this madness This spread of fallacy This disease of hatred In the name of a fiction, this Destiny I choose my God, As you your...

Its funny but true. We get lost in our own thoughts. Where do thoughts come from. Where do thoughts go. What happens to my wife in my dream and the monsters that try to kill me. Where do they go. Are they in Earth or in some other galaxy. During my dream am I awake or am I asleep. Funny but true. If my dreams are not real then why am I hungry and how can my hunger satiate on eating something in my dream? But I wake up hungry? We just don't want to answer these questions as we think we are mature and we know that the dream is not real. Fact is the mind is just playing on as it is doing what it does best. Work! Problem is we don't realize that this mind is a tool. We allow it to be carried away into its simulations be it enjoyable or sorrowful. We allow the mind to trick us!! Which means when we want to simply bring back our attention to something else we simply cut what we are thinking and replace it with some other thought like what is running on TV. But the mind itself is a wo...

Where is this difference Between Knowledge and Known And a knower claiming The known as His In memory lives He An unknowable known A sum of all thoughts He knows as known Who is He, this known Lost in what He knows In experiences known Lying deep within as the latent known (memory) Confused, He loses knowledge In assuming he is the known And the known he becomes Searching for an unknown known This He is me Lost and confused Until the known knowledge Cleared the thoughts known I realize now.. I am the known I am the knowledge I am the knower Of all known and not known I am.... Sat Chit Ananda The inability of logic to capture and realize the Oneness of all the Exists creates such a confusion that the moment logic is brought into play Oneness is lost as the other supposedly assumes existence in accordance with the logician. This individuality has to then drop the idea of the other and view the entirety as a screen of consciousness on which the 'world' as we know it plays as a her...