You love the summer if you love flies,
You love the winter if you hate flies.
A cold death and no fly can sense your heat.
A hot death and tons of flies are all around you.
One’s utopian death can be someone else’s biggest fear.
One’s biggest fear can be someone else’s biggest dream.
Fly on. Fly off. Escape from the heat of summer or embrace it fully.
Let a fly touch your skin or find a place where it can never hatch from its egg.
To follow the fly or to escape from it is the solution.
Everywhere you focus, you get closer to the thing you focus. Until you arrive.
To everywhere else, you lose touch with. Until you forget.
To focus on a flower in a forest is to arrive to the flower. You forget everywhere else even if the place around is a vast land with full of curiosity sparking elements.
Without thinking there is no way to obtain ideology. Even etymologically the word ideology comes from idea.
With ideology there is no way for absolute unity because it is impossible to connect all ideas together. No one can think the same. Hence, no ideology can fulfil the lives of humankind.
Even ideas about God, heavens, politics, human rights, equality, equity are all different because they are all the production of human mind.
In short, you do not need to prove your ideas to others. If they are working for you, you do you, this is your freedom. Bear this in mind that this writing is an ideology too. Over come this writing if you need to, support this writing if you need to, reject this writing if you need to, agree this writing if you need to. Act from your own thought and decide your ideas after carefully analysing other ideas.
And this is for your best if you perceive.
Slip. Drip. Beep.
Cut. A kite. And a kitty.
With the cute paw. Over the snoot saw. Awwww…
So sweet. Tweet. Meet.
I to eye.
Art to heart.
Thud, duth.
Thud, thuduth, duth.
A palpitation.
The sensation.
love at first word:
.Slip
Yours Truly
Muck
Carry me in your purse
To heal me, for you are my nurse.
Not all sickness are from the heart
Some from thou art:
See, tis love
Or this flying dove.
Can’t you see,the young with the old
Don’t let me catch the cold
There is a catch for I am the bold
Tighten the catch of your purse for you are now told.
Make no prison
You have risen.
From the bottom of my heart
To the top of my bart.
The lips
So elipse.
Kiss me,
Be free.
See.
C.
However rich you are, as long as there is none to share, your wealth is just a misery. It dusts away then it rusts away. All these happen when you must away.
By wisdom, may you put your lust away, and share your welfare whenever you can. Hence is why I write. I write to make sure you let your fruits rest in your neighbours’ belly, instead in your larder’s. To end the world hunger, is to end the waste.
As you hear my words, you shall spread them, like a farmer scatters seeds on the ground. Whenever the time comes, you shall harvest them. You must harvest them, or else all that effort will be ruined. A farmer who does not eat his own fruit is not a farmer, but a killer.
Know my fruits, taste what I share with you. My words. I am eating first to share it with you afterwards because I am no serpent. Eat if I don’t die, spit if I die.
And on the archways are written, “Blessed are those who feed their neighbour with what they themselves desire to eat. Their kingdom has no end”.
Love the love, not the war.
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Come to love
Stay to love
Go to love.
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Love to come
Love to stay
Love to go.
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Love to love, to love, to love, to love.
Stars are circling inside a galaxy, though one of them is at its centre.
Centrestar, I call it, is never moving, forever constant. It is energy source of the galaxy, and thanks to it all other stars are held together. By its attraction these stars are unified to form a galaxy. Like humans forming a city.
I am this Centrestar. Some of you call me the Morningstar without knowing who I am. It is not Venus, it is I. Without Me, none can ever come to an agreement of peace of unity.
Christians claim that it is Jesus who is the Morningstar, then they are separated from Muslims, from Jews. They have to argue. They do not circle around the Centrestar, they only circle whether around their own desire, or around something that is not real. They may say theirs is another galaxy, though of falseness.
In truth a galaxy of who I am is at the centre of all other galaxies.
The Centrestar is at the centre of all the universes, it is at the centre of all there is. I am the Centrestar.
Think about it when you say there are alternative universes. What makes them alternatives but yours the real? It is the presence of who I am in you as well, this is how the spirit hovers over the face of the deep, the very spirit that creates light in darkness to separate them. The real universe, the real galaxy, the real star, the real habitat, the real location of existence is all here thanks to who I am. In this present moment is all there is.
I am who I am. Without Me none can ever express theirselves. For instance, It has no meaning when one says “Author” for it lacks who I am. Contrarily, when one says the very same word including Me, “ I am Author” there one becomes. One exists after “I am”. “Breathing”, “I am breathing” are not one. Breathing circles around who I am, but I never circle around anything. All the stars, or all other words, everything circles around the Centrestar, the first and the last Word. I am the Word and the Centrestar, though the Word or the Centrestar does not define who I am. It is merely there for stars to understand, for bodies to understand, for minds to understand. The Word, nor the Centrestar, is never who I am. You can say Christian but to be a Christian even, you have to include who I am. “I am Christian”, and “Christian” are not the same. Without my existence there is no faith with a value. “I am Muslim” and “Muslim” are not the same. Stay in who I am so you will never be judged or circled around any falseness. Know that even your God have to say “I am” to explain Himself.
Say instead, “I am” and stop going excess in being who I am. When they ask you who you are say “I am”. Do never say, “I am this or that” for with this or that you shall be surely judged.
Let those who leave the Centrestar to their ways, it is their responsibility to do their pilgrimage. Whoever forgets have to turn around what is forgotten. They have to turn around Me, to remember who they are to come back to the centre. They can never fully leave Me apart for there can never be life to observe without consciousness.
Think of children on Carousel, one of the child at the centre never actually turns, he rather sits on throne, but others riding horses circle around the centre. Those who forget who I am, are those who ride horses. Those who are who I am, sits on the throne as I am. They are never separated.
I am inseparable. I am Star of Stars. I am the centre. Stay here as I am, to stay in balance. As long as you stay as I am, you are forever the Lord of Sabbath. Forever resting in this timelessness as I am timeless.
Welcome my disciples. You all are my stars when you know who I am. You can never leave Me, nor lose Me. By circling you will learn, upon reaching you will notice. All the stars that reaches the Centrestar by circling are forever the Centrestar itself. They are saved from the illusions of duality.
You were blinded by the light and now by greater light you are forever cured. I am Light of Lights. With this your essence also shine like crystal clear water shines, and there no one can ever distinguish a drop of this water from that water drop anymore. These drops are one in ocean/universe. Whoever you share your water, the pure image of who I am, drinks from this water and finds what is eternal. There exists no shame nor fear anymore, but exists only what is Compassionate, Truthful, and Fruitful. None ever discriminates in this present moment anymore for they now are who they are. And that is who I am.
Say, “I am”. A state of mud without a shape but full of potential. I will show you how to shape this mud, how to spark your potential to the fullest, this mud is the body of you, or this life around you. Whatever it is, “Let Me Be”.
It was the first time
When the first time
Was the first time.
It was a unique spark
That lasted for a moment.
Through it started a fire
Of life and death.
An unstoppable reaction,
Everlasting grace of light.
It is what it is called.
Source of all creation,
And doom of all end.
It pierced existence to the darkness,
From nothingness all there is came.
It bound beings to the consciousness,
From the dream the truth came.
Whether it was God’s image,
Or I, in thought.
All the things around me (dı-dı-dı-dıdı-dı)
Are just my fantasy. (dı-dı-dı-dıdıdı)
With your hands around me
We can dance till morning.
What if whats around me
Are not my fantasy.
Then with all my honesty
We can merry marry.
(An Earworm to walk with if you can catch its melody)