Love on Angel's wings

I am sitting by myself,

On my side of the bed,

My feet pulled close,

Knees holding up my head.

Thinking about you,

Makes me smile, makes me cry,

Warm tears flow out,

Helpless, alone, waiting to die…

Holding on to your scarf,

It still has your fragrance,

A memory from moments ago,

A glowing image of your radiance.

From the first time we kissed,

To our final kiss tonight,

I cherished every thought,

Till you left me… to walk towards the light…

Life Beyond Time

(image from the movie "The Fountain")

Life exists outside a physical form, with no beginning and no end.

A physical form of matter is bound by time. In the grand scheme of things, our perception of time itself is bound. Remember, time “started”, which means that it did not exist before its creation during the birth of the universe. Something triggered the creation of time and matter, and that is, according to me, Life. We are just a tiny little fraction of that life that takes physical form for a short period of time. And that fraction of life… is a soul.

Life for us in this world is a short boat ride in a little canoe called the human body that carries our souls across a river called this “world”. At the end of the ride, we leave the canoe and embark on the next part of the journey… our souls move to a different mode of transport. Now if we damage the canoe, sink it, or carefully navigate it across the waters, life goes on, the journey continues. We just have to decide how easy or difficult we make the journey for ourselves. One way or the other, we will get to the other side.

So why are afraid of death? Is it the unknown of ‘what happens next’, the fear of losing all physical connections to people and objects in this word forever, or the grief of watching someone close to ourselves pass away? Maybe it is a combination of some of the above, maybe all. We came in to this world without anything, so we should leave everything behind. We don’t own anything or anybody. Once the body is gone, all possessions are disowned. All we leave behind is a memory that will either fade away, or worse, distort over time. The word “death” has evolved into a fearsome symbol of agony and pain that comes after a long journey of misery. Let’s call it what it really signifies, let’s call it a riverbank with soft, green grass and a road through a beautiful forest. And the boat ride could be adventurous through rapids as well as calm waters.

A soul neither has a defined physical form, nor is it bound by time. It was created by carving out a piece of life after the universe was created, and will be bound only by the end of the universe, to return to the eternal pool of life. The universe will die and be reborn as well. Time will be created again, and so will new souls. We are just travelers that will eventually return to our home, Life…

...towards innocence

Looking for the light,

The door that brought me in,

Circling back to birth,

Searching for innocence within…

Diffuse the heat in me,

Infuse me with cool mist,

Show me the morning sun,

Let me gaze, at the starry night…

Gently pat my forehead,

Softly caress my cheeks,

Let me sleep in bliss,

In absolute silence, in peace…

All this to seek balance,

To shed my fears and tears,

As I lay down to rest my head,

In your lap, O mother Life…

Food for your soul

Hunger calls you,

Food awaits you,

Sit at the table,

Pick a morsel,

Eat to live,

Else starve to die...

Passion’s not different,

Waits a lifetime for you,

Hear the hungry soul,

Live your dreams,

Feed it not, and walk it,

To an apathetic death…

Lift your spirits,

Pull your legs out,

Out of drudgery,

Breathe some life,

Pick your morsel of passion,

Feed your soul your dreams…

The Man behind the food...

Hiding behind those suits,

A faceless ghost of power,

A soulless demon of greed,

The world you wish to devour…

Harvesting corn of plastic,

Spawning minions of disease,

Poisoning life for gold,

Filling our bellies with grease…

Covered in their own feces,

Pigs poured in a grinder,

Dullard children drink this juice,

Our desperation makes you stronger…

There will be revolution,

Children will be awakened,

The faceless will be revealed,

Killing the demon of greed…

Green pastures will flourish,

Replacing farms of plastic seed,

Feeding children real food,

With all the life they need…