Land burrough my runes
Dear Reader,
Tonight air is dense and smoggy....
just like dreams of going to a cabin in the woods
by a red range rover with your lover....
in an unrealized reality
where as in your reality you are weak and poor
you dream of pretending to be rich
a fake life....
your mind build up dreams
dreams of grandeur
so that it can keep you in the cell
your own cell
it doesn't even dream of being rich
an enlightenment leading to awakening
goes through first questioning your reality
and the realities your mind generates...
after a certain time the things you create with your mind
gets attached to you and it will be a great difficulty to cut the cords...
even these things are not doing you any good...
you need to be determined for good
you need to want to change the unreal to real...
ask yourself do I want the cabin and the range rover
or the feeling you will live there with your loved one
even the cabin and red range rover are not yours...
there is a great poem of Omar Khayyam that I like alot
it goes like this...
"Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A
Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
And Wilderness is Paradise now."
Omar Khayyam clearly tells us from ages ago what is required to live in the heaven
in this world when we are still alive...
Land burrough my runes
Felt like mood, sicked the art thinned shy race
Sensation lasted a hike like hitting a shallow obsolete
a canvas that have a free swimming fish
and the cardinal wind caught in net as if it was wish!
a poets gift you are in my dish.
a soul of my fetish swirling in my goblet swish
King H. Ironson
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