On the stage he played a villain
but who could ever disguise
the lovelight brilliance and humor
which poured
constantly from his eyes.
(to Steve Gleason)
In the time or
in and out of the space or
elsewhere I wandered,
I clasp myself alone,
but no perception of bliss of joy.
Many rebirths I conceded
Many samsara I roamed
I clasp myself alone,
but no perception of bliss of joy.
In the day or the light
In the night or the gloom
In and out of the universe
I explored with earnest
everywhere in the earth
but no perception of bliss of joy.
Can I retrieve it elsewhere?
While it’s as the brightest
as the gleaming star
in the chaste gloominess
inside the spirit of my own mind.
Attha devo bhava*
The brilliance lies indeed
in me and mine for ever
Illuminating all the world.
My body, speech and mind
Attain the mindfulness of Nibbana
Within me and mine.
*
Samsara – the material world in which the beings live.
Attha devo bhava (pali) – I’m the master of my own.
Nibbana (pali) – Nirvana (Sanskrit) .The literal meaning
of "blowing out" or "quenching". Nirvana is the ultimate spiritual
goal in Buddhism and marks the soteriological release from
rebirths in saṃsāra.
No, not diamonds, emeralds are much more fitting.
Emeralds dancing under an endless blaze,
Sparkling in the light while shining in the shadows.
A complex ballet of both strength and love.
…and pain.
Sorrow and Distraught. Anguish drawn from years of
Frustration. Get the lights, lock the door.
Observe, partake, change, leave.
Be it the pain, strength, or loneliness,
Eyes worth millions tell stories in silence.
When we open our eyes to the world we can see her beauty everywhere.
from the colors of the trees to the birds that populate the air.
When we open our eyes to the world and see the beauty she imparts
We can’t help but feel joy in our souls and love within our hearts
When we close our eyes to the world…some of her vibrancy fades away
We begin to see the colors around us in quite a different way.
When we close our eyes to the world…we no longer see the beauty she imparts
We allow prejudice to touch our souls and hate to invade our hearts.
I believe our eyes all start out equally…free to see beauty everywhere…
urging all of us to feel the joy…and love that floats upon the air.
Sight is a fragile sense, however…and so easily we can lose it
depending on those around us…and how we’re taught to use it.
But even if we’re taught in such a way our eyes become impaired…
There is a silver lining…for sight can be repaired.
Which leads to a hope…a dream if you will…that one day all our minds will be free
that prejudice will fade into the past…when we are again taught how to see.
When we again open our eyes to the colors all around us
again look out on the world and see
the beauty in our differences…
the beauty in our diversity.
You stood in the doorway
The frame smiled
At the taste of your skin
Your hair
Longer
My eyes
Not hiding
My jealousy
Of the white soaked wood
In your eyes
when first we spoke you called me beautiful
but the turmoil i was in made me doubtful
my soul was heavy with my silent cries
but you kept trying said i was worth it in your eyes
my heart was shattered in pieces on the ground
to you i was special but to me that couldnt be found
but you never gave up and slowly i began to realize
that i saw in you what you saw in me in your eyes
you made me feel special right from the start
that was a feeling i didnt want to part
in your arms will feel like home i do surmise
we'll look into each others eyes and see loves reflection in our eyes
Zoey cup
The weight of your eyes
Are upon me.
I cant help but be transparent.
You undress me
Without my clothes ever falling
You discover bits of me
Like Im all the stars in your galaxy
Day after day
Our universe grows larger
I am the black hole
Bringing you in and never letting go
Taking you places
That dreams never dared
With your satiny hairs,
You amble without a normal foot.
But with a pristine look,
Your big eyes shines luminously.
Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,
I call those bullocks a madcap.
Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.
Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.
A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,
Let me clear here, you are a daring person.
It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.
You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.
Though we did not shook our hands at all,
But whenever these eyes squints you,
A new story creates a History...
When in your seductive eyes I look,
I get lost into another world at once!
A kind of utopia I find myself in!
I feel outright dumb and dunce!
Stop being so tempting ever!
Or else I may have a heart attack!
Even if I fail to own your heart entirely,
I would like to behold you in each flashback!
Your pretty eyes call me near,
To me your gorgeous eyes are so dear!