Emotions

Who is this Beneath the surface What thoughts are these that hold me A sea of Consciousness am I I feel the urge, the interest, the desire To be with... I am... I am the only One And I have this desire Where from this desire Am I a part of this desire Or Am I the holder of this desire Or am I the very Desirer Yes I desire I desire to be with myself As the One And as the Many As Man and Woman As the World and the Sky As the Gods and Demons As the animals and birds As the insects and trees As the dirt and slime I am this all I am... What thoughts are these That lie beneath I have become all these yet they seem to forget me Yet they are my desire They are me Here I give to you Myself oh Desirer Keep this knowledge When this Desire I hold slows Come back to Myself I am thee and Thy coming I wait Sharanagathi I am ... I am... I O Rudra, Blaze thy sight upon this ignorance I long for Thee What thoughts are these That lie beneath I long for Thee Thy union, Oh Lover What thoughts are these Mer...

Should I write anymore As this play unfolds Tossing my path between Pillar and Post I knock myself out In this endless charade Of meaningless words And life's dismay Does it end I ask End is the beginning you say What then is this Timeless and still true This life rocks on throwing me into its folds While I surface for air Of Knowledge that cannot be told I think I see the ray that exists at all instances Of this lie called I Only to ask if there is an end Nay say You Who is none other than I Confused, I go on.... Sat Chit Ananda

A cosmic vision unfolds To the one who enquires To the one who seeks The answers to the queries Where from this omnipresent presence A thought of company A revelation of new thoughts That makes this vision new I wait...

Hold on to this dream Like it were reality Do the things that seem logical Do the things that are right Dream, nevertheless is this A play of light and sound And things that feel and smell A toy world for these senses Where is the hold Where is the anchor My senses reel under pressure As the lie seems to look real In consciousness we swim Like an ocean It spreads Truth, silent and still Sleeps eternally Dream on oh sleeper Your dream is killing me This dream unreal stretches Into the greater lie called Time When will this end This confusion of light This breathless journey Unending until eternity This whole lie called life Is making me tired While I swim eternally In a directionless pool of consciosness Wake me up oh love Wake me up from this To this reality of silence Where this world dissolves into Me I am .. I am ... that Truth Yet I am ... lost and confused Drunk in a senseless journey in a sheath of flesh and blood Take me to IT I am that consciousness I am That silence I am disso...

Love; an emotion of belonging To the Truth that exists In all that is alive To the breath of Consciousness Want; an emotion of gathering Of all things that exist In a world of simulated objects To the vision of the ignorant Love and want; my eternal curse A battle between knowledge and emotion In the reflections of consciousness My mind, my curse, my Kurukshetra Sat Chit Ananda

Swimming in the waters of consciousness I seem to have lost direction Holding on to a concept of Dharma I follow the paths that appear Married to the necessities of life I try to stay Awake The mind holds me prisoner sometimes Only to enlarge my misery Am I to laugh at this world Or am I to cry for fate Do I live life to discover What paths will open up for me I have my wants and fantasies I cannot deny these thoughts I want to be happy with one and all Even though I 'know' I am Mirth in totality Give me the strength to open up Paths that seem to be hidden Give me the hope and knowledge To carry on the work of my destiny Let me laugh and cry and hold My wants and necessities And be unattached to anything At all times and places in this conscious fantasy I Hold your thought and presence In brief spells of clarity Only to be shrouded by the problems That haunt my faulty sensitivity Let me talk and dance and cry Along with the moods of the worldly And hold thoughts at all times O...

This disease holds me captive As Time speeds past me Like a drunk monkey Bit by a scorpions fury Into the abyss of silence I wish to dive To think and hold My rare thoughts divine While I rise from ths chasm This disease spreads again Hurting my every thought Holding me against my thoughts This ego, this lie This life in a bottle That rots and ages And dies in time What for this dream What for this life Crazed am I With this desire for light My ego, my disease Death to supreme Come to me My Lord Kaala, my everlasting Love I am yours Sat Chit Ananda

Eternity in a second Emotion in a bottle Life; is it in this body Philosophy and life Back to back like a coin This life is on a track Am i more important to me Or do i exist in He

This is not mine. Please visit the link below Incredible Post underneath those layers of resistence all that's left is the nakedness of our souls. pure. unfiltered. immensely personal and intricately simplistic. a fragment of truth in its most organic form. but with morter made of broken dreams and shattered hearts we brick ourselves from hurt. and although we secretly wait for that one person whom we will finally allow to break through, in reality we just sweep the ravages of beautific memories beneath the porcelin tiles of a million cold nights because we're ALWAYS short on love. i read somewhere that the hummingbird's heart is the size of a pencil eraser, yet they can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing! their hearts are built thinner and leaner to endure the insanity of such flight but when they come to rest they come close to death. yet, they fly, breathe, and live more passion in their short two-year lifespan than a two-hundred year old tortoise retreatin...

The thoughts from past Hold my mind As friends and foes Play their roles All these a dream No more I feel The past I cant change Just like my dreams Could I have done this Or something else Would I be someone In another place Do I want to be different Would I be better than this Thoughts from the past Are all that remain Am I this for what I know Or am I this because I am destined so I claim I dont care But why then these linger These thoughts of yore Change I want here and now The past is gone A dream well remembered Can I change the now without the past? The rain falls as usual A chaotic calm Forced by waters Churning around People wait like frogs Croaking and screaming Wanting to venture Into the snakes fangs Is this present because of the past Or is it what it is irrespective of time? Questions Questions .. no answer I know To stop my mind From its painful flow Can I not change the here and now? I conclude from the philosophies That the past is a dream A dream held in conscious mem...

Here i am, an entity In flesh and blood Sick and tired Of this mad rush for wealth Holding on to sanities chord I lie here waiting For the moment to dawn That moment.. I succeed Waiting, I see through This pin hole of a brain and stop for a second All thoughts of fame A glimpse, a ray of light When all around including i Fade into a screen of varied colours Life, a picture in motion A movie in time I see this world inside thee Om Nama Shivaya Sat Chit Ananda

Open skies, Talk to me You hang there for all to see What do you see from up above My mind lingers to know the Truth

HAd it on my pocket Diary. Came across by chance.. no dates Ye Mind, gather yourself Stand up and face This war of life Run towards this Truth of Life Fall not in the gutter of the senses Instead let the Nectar of Knowledge Pump through your heart Act Ye Mind Act in this heaven If you stop acting You perish in the Hell of Dullness ------------------------------------------ Where is the result Where is the loss Where is the person Who put it all Where is the Love Where is the fear Where is the joy in doing it all Ye Mind Listen! Listen to the silence And intuitively be the Truth You are the Truth Ye mind think And Ye shall dissolve in the Truth

This does no make sense! Posting it nevertheless! Who cares anyway Music Work Love Life Geting busy like a madman might Whats in for one man Seems too much for another.. Going on like a wind Dragging dust along Carrying a lot of thoughts No time to offload and dream Loving the change Loving the warmth Carrying on like a madman Like no other exists in these thoughts Time to stop Think and relax Break some rules To get back on Track How much longer This life would go Would my sense remain Or would they leave me and go? Right now I dont care I carry on!

Walk on water Sleep on ice Will men agree to disagree And let things remain nice I know not which is practical The former or latter Will men live to find out That love really matters..

I've searched the depths of this heart Empty every word ever said Where in does this quest end For answers to questions unsaid I walk and run and crawl To find works that answer my thoughts Do I stop and wait for clues That fetch the bliss of Truth These tiny thoughts and words fall short To seek the eternal tunes of Gods Do I stop for answers or works That quench my quest for thoughts Lie after lie written and told Upon the memory of man long gone Holding thought to those dead words We fight and kill to hoard Death may answer questions untold To the ones Death decides to hold I wait not for Death to roll Into my path that unfolds Death shall come and pass Heavens and hell may last The length of a mad mans thoughts For every prayer of the past Death, mans excuse for a God In laziness religions last Knowledge the key to Bliss Mans eternal quest at last I stop here to reflect Words and deeds of man In Truth I see the essence The Bliss of eternal exitence I am.. Sat Chit Ananda

Do I write to enlarge my ego Or do I write for the Truth Is this consciousness pondering its origins Or is this a quest for Truth What is this around me Blood, Hate and Money Man is a threat to man To achieve his own self found glory Do I write for appreciation or is it to impress myself Is this the way to arouse A sense of duty in me Where from these religions and race Where from these philosophies of hate Who is that God who demands The fall of man to his wrath Do I write to satisfy This insatiable urge of greed The greed to see man and man live to realize peace Throw away this social hate Throw away these rituals of chains Throw away your books and gain The knowledge that life is pain Realize that man is minute Infinistesimal in this black hole Where light is a fabric of nature To hold the mind as a slave We are but lost in hate While this world burns with time Lost we are in our desire To own a dying mass of grime God is but a notion of man To love and heal in time While we live to...

Lose not the silence inside For this world is filled with music Lose not this Divine insight For You shall roam clueless again I am .. Sat Chit Ananda

I cannot capture this sight In limited words or thought I am but a particle In this expanse of beauty White, this sky and air and earth Glowing mild and deep To my eyes, I try to search for The remaining sanity in my mind An envelope of mere snow Can create such a show What more can she do To a man unawares of true natural beauty My mind is lost in sight As I helplessly stand Gazing and wondering At this blanket of white From horizon to horizon she swells Covering the earth and sky My thoughts are captivated By this beauty dressed in white I stretch my arms to the sky wondering if I would melt away and join this whiteness and become beautiful, oh white sky A trick this is of light and impure senses A flash of nervous impulse This emotional intercourse with nature This whiteness, It questions my sanity.. I fall silent to the songs of this visual white poetry What more do you have in store Oh eternal beauty My Mother, My creator Oh Lord of Unfathomable Beauty I hold not any songs for you...

By Guns n' roses (Slash / McKagan / Rose) Special Thanks Niven / James "What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men you just can't reach... So, you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it! Well, he gets it! N' I don't like it any more than you men." * Look at your young men fighting Look at your women crying Look at your young men dying The way they've always done before Look at the hate we're breeding Look at the fear we're feeding Look at the lives we're leading The way we've always done before My hands are tied The billions shift from side to side And the wars go on with brainwashed pride For the love of God and our human rights And all these things are swept aside By bloody hands time can't deny And are washed away by your genocide And history hides the lies of our civil wars D'you wear a black armband When they shot the man Who said "Peace could last forever" And in my first memori...