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Sitting numb,stateless and without a thought
Thinking about what to think
A shift inside the ubiquity of the soul
The curtains of reality begins to shrink

A dilemma on the path of higher time
Residing boredom needs some space
Randomizing the means for conscious climb
Self-awareness comes in all spiral ways

Innovation of distant spots in the future
An artistic revelation of the intuition
Sitting engrossed , this mind begins to capture
The infinite possibilities in a primal fission

Theories comes close to an elementary reason
But curiosity still remains the planted gift
Like an usherette who shows way to the hour
When the movie of our lives begins to drift

Walls move close and melt down in a blink
Thinking about something to rethink
Past is merely a perception , future is always clean
Its our actions in present that should not sink

But present is always the resultant dimension
And actions are guided by choice
Since choice was always an illusion
Universe is one single voice

The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness. Alex Grey

Cataly-6

This is about anything or more precisely any phenomenon that happens to us atleast once in our lives which creates a mind altering scenario where much of our critical reasoning and logic fails. This phenomenon cant be judged in a scale of good/bad , the right/wrong or the positive/negative. Its just stateless and its there. But you can relate to it on several other emotional dimensions like courage,love,apathy,telepathy,fear, etc. Its really upto you on how you feel like relating yourself to it. Thanks!

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An intervention in me , became you
Endless years in wonder
That voice in rain calling
my name, the silent thunder

I gave up slowly to your charm
And embraced this transience
From a vacuum to void calm
to a metaphysical genesis , became you

An interaction in me , became you
Clutched the tenderness tightly
Afraid to shove the unbearable
Therefore I changed slightly
Like blue water into a crystal

Your unsurpassed dexterity
Created a neutral world inside me
With full of dreams and purity
Now rendered vague but indeed , became you

An imagination in me, became you
A helping hand , the moment's need
But from where I stand, its not too deep
Your thoughts keep evolving like a seed
Inside this mind trampoline, the change is so steep

Beneath the soil lies this unfinished portrait
Not a cognitive synthesis but a psychic bet
Within a span of intimacy and a smile that's due
Thus I changed , I became you

Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Shunryu Suzuki

Blisscocity

Water , do we remember , the condensed purity
Sugar water , do we remember , the distilled impurity
Holy water, do we remember, the evaporation of mind
I dont remember , the infant vapors strikes the blind

Water that flows with an elementary reason of life
Spirals of unresolved thinking patterns cuts like a knife
And falls upon a distributary of flowing confirmation
Our prime consciousness is another subconscious precipitation

Another subconscious precipitation takes the elevation
Paving way for further inspiration , sweetness in revelation
Infinity in a non-linear flow , segregation of preconception
From the river of conventionalism , choice is an illusion

Choice is an illusion, call it a sugar free destiny of soul
Like the polarities of ambition, the imagination it beholds
Washing over the land of myth, a substance sparks alone
That guides us on this immortal journey, density of the unknown

Water, yes we remember, the condensed purity
Unquote , the memory , the distant clarity
Quote, the paradox - everything is left behind
Portraits of waterfalls , this mural and my third eye blind

You have many years ahead of you to create the dreams that we can't even imagine dreaming. You have done more for the collective unconscious of this planet than you will ever know.

Steven Spielberg

Backyard Series Special - Part 1

According to numerology my life path number is 9. So I prepared the backyard series based on an esoteric pattern. Every poem has more than one meaning , which most of my regular readers have honestly conveyed this to me. I am glad to have such wonderful and intelligent readers. May be thats why I have a very few regular readers but great ones I must say. These poems all open to interpretations.I decided to put a surprise for all of you. I'll begin with deciphering the first part of the backyard series. Collecting some lines from all my previous
poems creates one whole poem that will seriously take you for a ride :) .

I started this blog on the 9th day of the month of march but you can see in my profile it was registered back in Jan. Since 9 is perfectly divisible by 3 and also squareroot of 3 , I decided to start publishing on March instead of 9th of Jan or Feb.

Black Clue = no of letters = 9 :: posted dated 09/03/2009 Lets just consider the day of the month.

My first poem was Black Clue that can conveniently name the whole set of poems if they are piled together in a single album. Lets begin fitting the pieces together :

Its buried inside you , the darkest of dark truths (Black Clue)
Nothing ever seems to fit (resident Zero)
between the lines and your point of view (resident Zero)
I'm wrapped by this wave (X.11)
All my words will complicate you (Alter Halo)

The waves crash slowly against his will of mind (The Lost Navigator)
He tries the math just to turn back time (The Lost Navigator)
There is a ragged man who walks through (Extinct Soul)
the life's standstill
On this street time and again (Extinct Soul)
Encumbered throughout by disbelief in whats right (From Dusk to Ashes)
With no one to share and not much to gain (From Dusk to Ashes)
Line by line there is a wait (concave Mirror)
On swarms where such visions dilate (Concave Mirror)
Forlorn wait, the meadows dies (a-Void)
Echoes of silence rains (a-Void)

Indoctrination through control of self-belief (Theory of Conscience)
Corruption of reality is what we can't perceive (Theory of Conscience)
Painting on a white paper piece (Timeless Child)
These trembling hands holds the brush (Timeless Child)
In the everglades of delusions (Mytherion)
We are inside a quadratic equation (Fatal Heredity)
Jumping from these branches of intelligence (Inner Monkey)
We shrine on such traits of divine negligence (Inner Monkey)

A vacancy of thoughts concealed (Paralyzer)
Chalkline rests between the metaphors (Convex Mirror)
I understand life better than the school rhymes (Hope Surgery)
Behind both the mirrors,life reflects just fine (Convex Mirror)

This habitat deep inside the mind's crust (V.O.B - Virginity of Bacteria)
Promising me an empty space (Mortal Halo)
The snake tightly holds this red canvas (Final Halo)
I have nothing much to confess (Final Halo)
I haven't even seen your face (Embryonic Death)
The chase for the meaning is the collage of space (The Abstractist)
Origins of life makes every move without a trace (The Abstractist)
The soul lies in dreams with a cosmic resurrection (The Abstractist)
Into the crater of nameless , the peaceful ways (The Abstractist)

I have not added one poem which was out of the scope and the original concept - Sifar. Sifar was not a part of the entire set as it came to me as a surprise.
Rest there are other formidable combination of different lines from all these poems that can create another single poem. I hope you will like this type of ciphered poetic series. Thanks everyone

Ragpicker ! :)