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Tuesday, 25 April 2006 10:07 |
Queen Street, 11:55pm, April 25th, the year 2006.
..and yet as I sit here I must remind myself this is Auckland---a relatively small city of only 1.5 million or so.
What of Los Angeles, London, Hong Kong, Singapore, New York---and so many others---where there are suburbs with more people than this entire city?
Hundreds, oh perhaps thousands of people going nowhere.
Round and round in circles, like the wheels on which their swooped up cars are rolling.
Extensions of the unenlightened ego behind yet another wheel---steering as blindly as the feet upon the peddles.
To what end?
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Sunday, 26 June 2005 01:52 |
A poem
You and I are Free
How long it takes,
For each to let it go,
How long it takes,
For each to see we know.
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Sunday, 26 June 2005 01:48 |
As God,
I stand.
Heaven, On Earth,
My beauty all around me.
As a tree, Strong,
Tall, Steady,
My feet firmly rooted in ground.
A seed,
Of Love,
I gave,
To all my children,
To plant in their souls and grow.
That one day, Omega,
They might climb the great vine,
High up into the heavens within,
And sit, again,
With I.
Comment: Whilst looking for some old notes on my computer I found a whole lot of things I wrote on a little Psion handheld computer (the orginal and earliest PDA's) whilst travelling about 9 years ago. These things are just collecting virtual dust here so I figure it's best to make the available for interested people to read and possibly enjoy. Blessings, J
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Sunday, 26 June 2005 01:43 |
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A poem I wrote whilst travelling in 1996. Enjoy
I sit, silently aware
In my En-lighten-ment,
I sit, silent,
Silenly observing the waves of reality perpetually permeating my Being.
I await thee, dear God,
To awaken the full presence of all that you are,
Throughout that which I am.
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Sunday, 26 June 2005 01:40 |
A short poem I wrote in 1996
The Original Sin
Passion becomes me,
As I embrace thy breast in my gaze.
Love?
...destroys me,
As I stumble in its haze.
My desire to become torments me,
My adament belief in self,
the cause of all my pains,
Yet, even in the light of such truths, I hold tight to the darkness within,
This, the original sin
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