Take a vacation

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I love it when in meditation,
I leave my body and take vacation.
Flying into the galaxy,
I have a vision, now im free.

Can you god for me please?
Take away our misery?
If you choose to ‘be here now’ ,
Why wont you learn to garden or plow?

When the nations turn their swords into plowshares,
There wont be any criminals left to stare.
They’ll all be gone like hocus pocus,
Then we can all fine tune our focus.

Whats the point in living here?
Whats the point , if you dont care?

Your pain is so deep,
Your misery too.
You point the finger at me,
Yet eye am another you.

Take a vacation, and leave.
Quit your job, explore a galaxy.

I am dyeing, not because i care.
But because of this stinch in our atmosphere.
This stinch we’ve all created, business savy and jaded.
Thats what you wanted, because your love of money was created.

At the end of this poem you need know one thing,
That not everything is as it was or was what it seems.

Nothing stays the same and certain dramas arise,
But whats the point in fighting when the earth has falling skies?
What a waste of time…

I love it when in meditation,
I leave my body and take vacation.
Not because i cant stand it here,
But because up and out there theres still an atmosphere ~

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A sin in the atmosphere poem 6-13-14

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Anyday now,
We wish for a better life.
But whats the point in wishing and hoping,
If we dont put up a little fight?

Im not talking about a fight with guns,
Nothing violent, but something fun.
When you feel chaos in you,
Let it out, plant a tree too.

Dig your own hole,
Fill it up with much soul.
Put a tree or a plant or two,
Making an edible garden for yours and you.

Trust me friend,
You dont want hell,
But this is exactly what you ask for,
When we destroy the earths shell.

So plant a tree ,
Or a plant or two.
This way we can all benefit,
From the earths renew.

Have you seen the religious wars?
The pictures on the internet?
The burned down stores?
Innocents dyeing by the scores…

What is the point in saying ‘thou shall not kill’,
Calling it your reality,
And doing the absolute unreal?

Plant seeds and sing songs,
Avoiding the hit from the bong,
Lets get real,
And enforce ‘thou shall not kill’.

Can you run further when you take these med pills?
Is your philosophy cutting amazon rainforest and the indians it kills?

Ponder on this very slowly,
Because if you don’t,
It will be YOUR heart that feels lowly.

Its like there is a sin in the atmosphere

Dont go out of your way to be negative

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At the end of the day,
What do you say,
To the person next to you,
Helping you have a happy day?

What if hes far?
Far away like a star.
No one to cry to,
To help heal your scars.

What do you feel,
When the betrayal is real?
Forgiveness this instant?
Where is the zeal ?

At the end of the day are you negative or positive?
Positively positive about the negativity coming your way?
Or is it negatory for that story?
Write a whole new worldly, timely paradise, in its whole new glory.

Why would you let loose cause astray?
The morals inside you,
Giving you a happy day?

What about the ‘me’ part inside of you?
You’re just a pile of metal and rocks,
Your limited consciousness is true.

So what do you do?
When the person next to you,
Who brings you happiness,
Ends up betraying you?
I was wondering because hopefully,
I thought you would knew.

Dont go out of your way to be negative

Instructions for living poem – 5/24/14

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An old indian proverb says…

“Only after the last tree has been cut down. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught. Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.”
-Cree Indian Prophecy

Sometimes you hop on the ride,
Take it for a spin, run the gas dry.
You get so high, high up to the sky,
Be careful you don’t get so high, though, that you fall out and die.

Whats the point of a ride though?
If it’s scary and you’re way too high?
What’s the point of a ride though?
If it’s at the cost of the other peoples lives.

We pay for so many material things,
Then we ask for peace and blessings.
Our heroic savior will save us now!
Let’s count on him, for he knows the tao…

When we ruin the eco system,
We invite a roller coaster.
The “game” is out of control,
The end of the ride is getting closer.

Do we want more tidal waves, earthquakes and floods?
Or would we rather be happy little piggies, playing in the mud?

The choice is yours,
For you to decide.
If you breathe Qi in,
Your vortex opens up the sky.

Instead of inviting roller coasters,
Into ruining our lives…
Why don’t we invite birds of prey?
To fill up the skies.

Time is up,
The game is over,
Your form is out of control.
Your philosophy doesn’t work,
Like a knife that went dull.
Plant another tree and then another,
Fill up the garden to be full.

Instructions for living

Come be with me poem – 5-16-14

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Come be with me
Look at all this scenery
The garden is a mystery
It helps remove your misery

Time and time again
We fill our hearts full of sin
Nothing will return again
Until our hearts wash away all the sin

I see a forest growing so tall
Some trees big
Some trees small
Everything is so heavenly, all in all in all.

Away from consciousness we roam,
Far far , away from home.
When cities destroy the environment,
How will we get to in-joy it?

One heart, one love.

My treasure ends wars – poem – 5-14-14

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In the jungle its golden
Something beholding
Everything is perfect
When you look to see the hurt you did

Theres something about it
The countrys so thick
A war cant be a war
If fought with small rocks and small sticks

What are you after?
Some gold to disaster?
Create a few computers !
Baby you can ride my tractor

Some people say
That love hurts too much
But how can love hurt?
If its gentle to the touch?

Some people are after,
A romantic heart disaster.
Some times its faster,
To prevent all disasters.

When the tears flow,
Down the side of your cheek.
You’ll finally realize,
Who you want to meet.

Who do you greet?
When theres no one around?
Do you drive your own car?
Or support a greyhound?

When a flower grows tall,
Is there anything to call?
When the rain doesnt fall,
Is there any flower at all?

What do you do?
Just me and you?
Theres no more gold left,
In the jungle we screwed.

my treasure ends wars

Without you near – may 3, 2014

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Without you near
My heart will tear,
My heart will wither,
My ears wont hear.

Without you near
My body will die
Your body too
I am the same as you

Without you near
There is always a pain
Some in my heart
Some in my brain

Without you near
There will always be fear
The thought of you being there
And me being here

Without you near
People will fear
Hell will be risen
Heaven wont be here

Without you near
What will i do?
Work on myself?
Or wait for you?

Without you near
I wont have true love
The love that god once showed me
In the heavens above

Heaven awaits you – may 1 2014

In the beginning of time
In the depths of space
The great mystery awaits
The whole human race

The one song is here
Around christmas cheer
Surround me youre near
But just too far from here

The star light dances over an ocean
The water
Is universal love potion

So unpollute the water
Set the peace into motion
Be upon great waters
Dont stir too much motion

Be at ease
Your breakfast awaits you
Spiritual food
For the great heaven we pray to

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When the last tree falls – apr 30 2014

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When the last tree falls
And the last river dries
Pollution will have won,
Over all of our lives.

I see the hawks above,
Heavenly laying their homes.
Earth is a spherical,
Heavenly dome.

We only have one planet,
One chance to write a solution.
We need to write a solution,
To create a society of zero pollution.

When you light on fire a tree,
You cannot eat the leave.
So leave the tree to be,
A young wild and free.

Waving in the breeze,
That it could simply just be.
A beautiful tree,
Un touched by the polluted sea.

Beware of the red moon,
It can have two meanings…
Either doom or more room.

When the last tree falls,
Where will you be?
Will you be on the proper side
Of his story?

The lazy buddha

The lazy buddha

High upon a mountain there was an old monastery. Every morning the monks sat in a very disciplined meditation for an hour. A boy always laid around for the rest of the day when meditation was over with. He has the options of maintaining the zen sand garden, the vegetable garden and practicing qi-gong with his fellow buddhist students. Instead he lay on the couch available in another room or lay by the edge of the mountain observing the landscape. One day while laying around his best friend came to him asking a question, “why do you lay around so much, yoshi?” Yoshi, the boy, replied with , “because… I am so stressed! ” his friend replied , “but you just lay around everyday after class, what could possibly be stressing you?” The sun was bright this day, shining in both of their eyes. Yoshi looked tired but with what seemed like his last breathe he painstakingly said to his friend, “thats just it! Im stressed from boredom! Im stressed from a lack of stress! I have mastered the meditation, the qi-gong, the zen, all of it! Now i am tired. I need rest…” His friend looked bewildered and didn’t know how to respond. With a smile his friend now sat next to yoshi and looked into the horizon to try to understand his point of view better. “What are we looking at?” Yoshi said nothing. With what seemed to be very little strength for a young boy he opened a bag and pulled out two tea cups. In a jar he had some ginkgo tea, to increase blood flow to the brain during meditation. “What is this for?” His friend asked confusedly. “Its for you… ” replied yoshi , “do you want me to fill up your cup?” His friend nodded the head yes, with eyes big like a young american child in a candy store. “What will it do for us? It smells amazing!” Yoshi said nothing. He began to fill his cup until it became full. Next he filled his friend’s cup, but made it overflow on purpose and kept overflowing the tea until his friend spoke up. “What are you doing yoshi!? The tea cup is over flowing!” Yoshi looked at the cup with a smirk while replying, “like this cup you are full of your own speculations and opinions. How can i show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?” Yoshi’s friend had a blank stare and picked up the cup to begin drinking. “Now come lie next to me, my love, i am dyeing.” She laid next to him everyday after that and watched the clouds move above the mountain. Yoshi was only tired from an overly disciplined life and a lack of love. A year later he left his body.