Emotions

What is supernatural What is so ordinary What is so pleasurable What could not be so What could be more unbelievable Than the fact that for no reason I wake up again and again To do things that will get removed by time What else could be possible oh Lord Than the reason that I exist Is for Your pleasure While I remain the dream and You the dreamer What could possibly be the reason That I suppose I am free And play this role of a seeker While You oblivious to my pain dream on as me Oh Lord! Wake up as the four armed Wake up as the One wearing the snake on Thy neck Change this dream to play your games May this dream body of Yours be fit to work Thy plans What else could possibly be the reason For me to wake up but to submit this false free will To Thy service to Thy games Oh Lord! I remain... I remain Thy dream .. Wake up I am.... Sat Chit Ananda

You wake me up In the middle of the night Shining bright on my face For this one night in full Borrowed is Thy Light That shines down on me Yet bright and lovely You are Like this mind I call me This too is borrowed The thought that tries to speak The same light that hallows you The same One that cannot be spoken about I am these thoughts that emerge From the screen of the mind Like a projector He streams Not judging not controlling Like you who waxes and wanes My mind peaks and drops To levels I choose not to reveal Yet the same Light is He who lights me I behold oh moon Thy beauty I pray to the Light That reveals us To shine through my mind always Always so that I may be bright as you oh full moon This thought that speaks of You Oh Lord Is but Thy light shining through Yet I have no way of being You For I see me as an entity other than You Make me see Your Truth Make my mind clear as crystal Make these words speak Thy name alone May my mind be in t...

The bed on which I sleep Is dead wood The ground I tread Is volcanic matter The world as I see it Is just a recreation As electrical pulses in my head The identity of the I that speaks now Is just an illusion of memory Where from this journey where to this path Where are the Gods Who maketh my hopes When all there is is just thoughts This thing called hope And love and faith These words used loosely To claim and embrace My work and thoughts for Years in pain what for I ask Cause its just another pulse within Loss of things and hope we speak Things that pain and hurt within Love and faith that make sense to live Shall change and let nature prevail The world is ruthless and hard as it is The now is changing every cell that is Certain is change as death for that mind That holds these thoughts as itself in I Where then is love or hate or faith For all that is is change and flux So I hold on to sanity and remain Watchful of this change as my God within These...