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)
Push your board around me,
And with your blue shirt
be my sky!
Wave your blond hairs at me,
And with your blue eyes
see my sky!
Pull me to yourself every time you turn
Lets lock our eyes to each
of our sky!
Show what you can do,
And with your skate
move our sky!
Like a ballet turn around herself, I turn
For you are the princess
of my sky!
With your innocent smile,
And with your warm hands, you
make me fly!
Everywhere was dark,
And the life was without an ark.
My eyes were already closed
To see all my Is’ are apposed.
One dream had many players,
One player had many dreams.
Hence the first was, is, and will
Be the same as the last.
From my closed eyes came this poem,
From my poem came I.
Like Tupac have said,
All Is on me.
And I am, and all the Is behold me.
Take heart in this phenomenon,
I am, and all there is.
Your presence is like a New Summer,
You send my cold heart a sirocco.
It is when a local from Erzurum
Drinks its tea with Lemon,
Or when a Satsuma tree blossoms in Japan.
Kumquat is the colour of your hair,
And I am at peace with your Koji eyes.
Until this summer ends,
Your Grapefruits will ripen.
I wonder if you will let me taste them?
We, humans, dwell in time.
Our hands delve the roots
So deep as well that we,
By heart, shelve the knowledge.
Thus I tell a secret
Of the twelve is this:
“Number 12 is the code of Tree of Knowledge, and from its root springs out Tree of Life, the 13th. Without knowledge none can find the life, and as humans we live, not because we found it, but because we are the foliage of Tree of Life. With the wind, we dance.”