Such bunch of much cooking
is boiling
in an oversized clay pot -
firewood flaming
beside a crockpot with escargot
served hot -
veggies boiling
black beans hit the spot
- mountain-men eating -
in the far land spot.
In the wood patched dinning. 

O life, short meet but sweet.
The cohort of conniving beings,
That prowl howling, like wolves meet
In the howling winds yelling’s:

Has tinted with red your painted
Paradises’ canvases roads to heaven:
Human beings' killings, spreading blood shed
Does your true meaning have hidden.

Not just like another great nation of yesteryear of great sires,
Not just like the Roman, or Alexander the Great empires; Not quite like, the aforetime Nazi's white superior race,
But, the superior race, of all interior races combined. To win the race
Of the greatest nation, amongst Langsyne sires and empires -
A place, for growth, justice, and freedom, and abundance in Grace -
Here where, no conquerors subdue, but where are contributors of peace -
A mighty and rich, and powerful nation to fulfill desires.

A place for hires, for inventions, and innovative creations
A place, where many want to call home from all nations, And the home from all races, and from all places.
A freedom fighter, to free the oppressed, and that God embraces -
A peacekeeper, a beacon of light of amazing elations:
The home of the homeless with hopes, and of richness, and wellness.
Your home, our home, the place to be, amongst all nations. 

The tanks, and bombs, and cannons, and bazookas in the sky:
heroes, soldiers, and citizens watching
the sky collapsing, partitioning, and breaking -

decorations of lights in the sky,
in the fourth of July.

The apparition of ghostly shadows,
the apparition of a woman in white
floating, levitating, as demon in white
and the widow in black by the window, screaming, in the shadows:

the clothes on a pole hanging by the window, the wind blowing.
your fears glowing, and your mind believing. 

Last night, thoughts of you invaded me -
as uninvited cool breezes as sweeps into the trees,
as the moist of mists suddenly adorn leaves,
as the intrepid intrigued bee flees placidly free
as the blind unexpectedly can freely see...
as my kind heart agreeably gives in to thee,
as thoughts of you invaded me.

They slept outside
shivering underneath

cold concrete heath
curve side

devoid of pride
poor health

some near death
Or suicide...

some forgotten heroes
Other’s foes.

Joyous each moment when we are together -
though with two bodies, and two minds,
but with one soul, bound together.
Though we share one consciousness in our minds -

though our lives are separated by death and life,
love, and joyous moments shared, bind us together.
Us together, through the immortality of our soul, we live life
as one life, one death, in eternal consciousness, together:

As your thoughts, in one mind, I think,
and your heart bit keeps me alive, you and I together-
entwined and fused altogether, with no thoughts to think,
as my thoughts keep you alive, and give us life, together.

There are no greater moments, than those shared moments lived -
Joyous each moment in one soul, one mind, you and I together.
With no death or life to separate us, in our moments lived,
Joyous each moment when we are here and there together.

I'm feeling down! How are you feeling?
Are you feeling down, too?
That brings us down to being human too!
But don't make admitting mistakes by telling!
Don't admit of having a limit, or what you are dealing with too!
They don't permit us any limiting or weakening feeling!

But isn't ok to sometime feel down? - don't you think so?
But, isn't appealing to some, not admitting so?
Well, I rather tell that then well, I wasn't feeling
Than to go on denying, that isn't ok being human! - so
I am felling down now, so human I am feeling -
and is OK how now I am feeling so.

Because latter I'll give myself permission,
to feel good again.
So. It was ok to give myself permission to feel pain
to feel human in an intermission.
So, I give my self-permission,
to feel down, and then, back again with no pain. 

Does it freezes
Like a homeless in the streets?
Does it sneezes
Like street kids in their meets?
Or struggles hopeless -
To then feel life is worthless?
Does it sleets
Like the crying on the streets?

Why is happening?
May it be we straying from thee?
May it be
Me and we lack of caring?
What could be?
Maybe it must just be we
Like blinds seeing?
And we not enough them giving.

Could be thee away from me, from we?

What makes our lives
great
Is having great challenges:
great
and small heart-throbbing accomplishments
that
makes everything teaching moments:
at
seeing challenges as accomplishments
at 
living life challenges moments
that
Is what makes life
great! 

Life takes razor sharp turns,
In a moment I am still here thinking or mourning,
Or thee enjoying…yet in an instant, I be near having
My last breath, where in death my soul turns
To intermittently or seasonally bourns -
To be born again, and again, in our unending
Life's razor-sharp turns.

To be a human being, is like being in a train ride.
New arrivals, and some departures worldwide.

Countless exits, and entries, of cohort of all sorts:
some happy faces, some not good sports,
some eerie visitors of blame, and shame.
Some are seamlessly blissfully awaken - pure awareness visitor's cohorts.

Welcome them all - treat them all the same.
Take them as they come - not minding from where they came,
Even if they’re unwelcome visitors of sadness' madness
Who uninvitedly cause unnecessarily self-inflicted un-awareness,
and cause unkindly vain emotionally pain.
Yet, still treat all welcomely, again, and again.

But, at each stop as their host in the humans' train -
Since all die when departed outside - farewell them with compassion.
Since all are born to life when inside. Welcome them to their born nation!
The whole scheme of human's death and life isn't in vain -
For all human beings,
must be in the humans' train ride of the departures, and livings.

But, for now let's welcome them all from outside!
Because, it means, you're still living after all - inside -
But aim high - to be seamlessly blissfully awaken -
in never ending pure awareness cohorts of visitors - fully awaken.

To keenly see when you've never seen
Or to be at the cusp, when you haven't ever been,
Or to have the best, when you never had the rest -
Is the sweetest ever priceless experience, amidst any test:

Amidst any trials, immersed in joyful calmness
In the bliss of emptiness of the Triad in one's soul,
In the fullness of our monad, of one's oneness -
Oh! the exquisite taste, of the connectedness with each soul:

In one oversoul - in one state of happiness of happily being -
Full of unbiased compassion, for others right to overcome suffering,
For us embracing our birthright - of living in happiness
For fulfilling the purpose of life - of being happy in full emptiness.

Thoughts fuzzy or un-scuzzy and clear, suddenly appear,
Like a flurry of hurry people appear and rapidly disappear:
Like water go under a bridge, faint existence undergo -
For suddenly they come and immediately some they go,
Because a deep woman's or man's steep mind
Is mankind's hope, but our soul is what keeps us bind
and gives of kind sight, to no longer be blind.

They had just few
left at

the poor white’s cat
polite crew

plain stew
wrapped with plantain leaves

rainwater boiled tamales
With cashew.

Life at times molds to me
like a dart in a knee
a bull eye dart in me!
…a painful sly knee.

Then the time arrived,
when the pain
to be born
into the world
hurts much less
than living life
without fulfilled
life-long purposes. 

The shadows of the spooky twisted creature, hidden hind,

elevated dancing over the dark roof top:
menacing and faintly aloof atop -
branches bouncing, by a merciless wind. 

When I think now. In an instant
that present thought is in the past.
And when thought that thought. In the same instant,
the future thought belongs too to the past.

When I think of silence, then
the silence becomes a thought.
But, when I don’t think, then
the silence goes beyond past, present, or future thought.

When I think of thee. When sad
then that thought that my love brought
becomes the demise of the thought of being sad.
But, when "I am now"; Thee to me love now brought:

Without a thought. Though the thought of you
I cannot stop. I just let go to be just with you.
With not past, present, or future thought.
I am living the now with or without thought.  

Meditate on the aerial roots
of the banyan tree,
spanning miles of ageless roots,
witnessing, historic events, under the tree:
the invader conqueror hid in the tree
or a passionate couple kissed on its roots.

You see hundreds of them
live their life changing heart throbbing stories
as they enjoy or hate them
telling you their thrilling stories:
one like Buda, the path to enlightenment stories,
and the many others...still seeking them. 

Somewhere we were driving
through hilly country fields.
Suddenly a shrilly sound shattered Windshields.
Sadly, lying on grainfields, a deer dying.
While one small fawning deer yields.

That was long ago, when crossing
across the long winding Greenfields.
Today, I know some died. The others are dying:
Neither the driver, nor her boyfriend are in living fields - annoying with silly kissing...while she is still driving!

The two that were cussing, survived the battlefield
but are battling, dying with advanced cancer.
O! I've cancer too! I hope to death we don't yield.
So I cheat death with healthy anticancer
living. To walk away from naughty death-field.

So I'll continue to meditate and the venue to levitate
and continue leading healthy non-naughty living,
to cancer continue fighting and one day ending killing.
O! Lord with your love, faith, and hope, is never late.
So, I'll continue living the now, and your blissful joy enjoying. 

Follow ahead the straightest straight path
until starts curving.
Follow the curving
until arriving at the intersecting bypath.

At the crossroad
take the narrow crossing path ahead.
Keep moving ahead
go through the broad plough highroad.

Take a truce if you must
but don't capitulate. Never surrender, never ever dare capitulate Is a must!

If you fall
you must always get up.
That's how you make it up
In heavens or life's hall.

Often when in deep sleep's loneliness
Or in deep steep awareness
I find myself, in thy self-breathing
I find "that", seeing me loving
And In loving, I witness the wholeness
Of his holiness, abounding in living.

However, I know how and when to bow
So, I bow without asking, why or how,
Before that effulgent, graciously fluent grace -
That never cease to amaze, how joy embrace
So, I now know, why to cry, when or how,
Say please, save in peace, the human race.

The returned blessings are certain
When hope and love and faith come together with no pain –
The fountain of bliss, heart and mind ascertain.  

I lived so long.
Life was good.
So little understood.
So little belong.
Much long withstood.

I lived so long.
I didn't do too much.
My mind sings life's song:
so much remains to do. Such
as move HOPES project along,

and serve thee with fervent touch,
and bridge the gap amongst humans such
as: clear all that is wrong:
hatred,
racism,
narcissism,
overrated
fascism,
contaminated
sexism,
and all lifelong wrong among
humans and the lack of humanism.

For all it is required is to sing along
the song of getting along with pragmatism
In unison with all and the thee all life-long,
always being fully awake, fully aware
and cognoscente of what you want to share:

of thee being omnipresent? That I belong
to be a humble servant of thee? To care
to spread your omniscience, in a song
or poems or noble actions to dare
care? To live so long.

A long life-long was a good life to live, so good
when by thee I stood
to silently serve thee.
Because, I care to silently love intensely thee. 
Because, I care to love the world so greatly misunderstood.

There is a reality
beyond the reality of the senses
and beyond the insanity bond of pretenses,
beyond the bondage caged causality
and beyond the realm of thoughts' lenses;

that instead the slain of unbearable pain
and the dread again of unbearable suffering
Is tolerating unbearable pleasurable gain
of unstoppable unending blissful feeling
of showering in cascades of comforting rain:

There is a reality
beyond knowledge of the limiting known
and without the bounds of science of the unknown
as real as the fatality of us not living with that reality. 

I don't ask you, where can I find you:
because I know where you are
I don't ask you, how to find you
because I know how you are:

You are now glowing unbound, here and there
somewhere showing near around me
somehow surrounding me everywhere -
Ah, I find you, peace, within me.

Oh, I sought you for quite some time!
Ah, I caught you at my site, peace in me
I've always brought you all the time
waiting for me to see thee within me:

At last, I find the still waters of peace in peace –
At last, I mind in my mind the willful will of peace. 

Faith comes to me as uninvited guests -
that appear when not invited to the nests -
and sing Christmas carols of love and hope:
and then we accept the dove like the pope.

Then in tears givest the zest to accept -
then accept as infallible truth as plausible recept -
that what hasn't yet palpably occur
in our life's arguably grandeur tour.

Faith comes to me as a shooting star's sight-
like the bright sight of a streak of light
like the brilliance of a speeding firefly
on a constellation of fireflies on a lighted sky:

like Bethlehem's traveling falling star
we don't know where is heading
but we know where is landing for achieving:
positive changes coming or ending omens - faith, our guiding star -. 

Faith comes to me as the inner guiding light –
That light the path of darkness like a bright lightning –
and brings to life the unseen foreseen to seen result to light
just for believing without fight... faith is reigning bright. 

Do you know how could our planet
meet its undeniable demise?
Some theorize deep freeze be plausible in the planet
and freezing breeze for humans demise!

Some theorize perverse sun fire flares
not of the sort of aurora borealis harmless glares
of the sort of an aging sun's growing pains unending sunrise!
But from my experiences that the true-self cares:

I favor the side of all ending as hot vapor in the rise.
But If I were to choose the other side's dares,
I have enough facts and enough acts, of the non-self-surprise:
of evil pacts that I retract, from human heart's coldness that scares –

blessings of salvation, so the act of coldness may be our demise,
and the flaming hot flares of your fire - our salvation - if we compromise.  

Oh, how much to grow I aspire to heaven ascend!
As some lonesome comet appear to earth descend.
And with other rocks like folks blend at the end,
or attend to be another planet's demise, to planet's death transcend.

Oh, how much I desire to live on earth!
Hoping, wishing and longing through actions and sheer grace!
To live life desiring grace before and after death on earth,
to realize heaven is as big and infinite as grace.

Oh, how much I desire always true love's ways!
When every moment aspire to heavens ways,
When every blossoming of a loving flower, witness
heaven's and grace's living an infinity of blesses.

When as a solitaire comet's path is the demise
or continuance of life, my life is the compromise:
to rise above death and choose eternal life over destruction,
Through grace and the sweetest and noblest of every action.