Bullion Grey Poems

My heroes are farmers without names,
Nuns and monks without possessions;
Laborers and ordinary individuals,
That endure life’s sufferings and fates.
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Starting with God’s sunrise, I feel awe and wonder
a Divine perspective that flows, through my heart first
and then my emotions, prayerfully I hold my perspective
as if I hold precious flowers.
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I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
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Such is the fate of a speck in the youniverse,
to float along the wave of existence, without plan or knowing.
Yet part of the mass, still small of the dust,
this speck travels a long living view.
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Words, symbols of thought,
dragged from the heart and soul
to the cold reality of ink, paper and eye.
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Is it time for a Higher Consciousness in our art?
What are the effects of letting our feelings (low-selves) dictate to our pens? Does it bring feelings that awaken the Pain-Body of those whom it reaches? Does it cause others to become engrossed so that when they return to their non-reading self, they are easily brought into their selves of which only know suffering?

It is a question I have been working on. It is a valid point in that I personally know this experience - through reading, music, movies and the vibes of others.
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Today I am not here.
I am breezing along the jet stream of consciousness.
Rising and lowering as it decides.
I am not resting, resisting or residing, just am.
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Does sky, cloud or wind think about us, you & me?
If so, where does sky, cloud or wind think? Does sky know it is sky?
What concerns the sky?
What cloud floats in doubt?
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Since Time doesn't exist, you can't waste it.
So....
Time can never be 'lost'.
Time can't be saved.
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I will not survive this experience
called Life, without dying;
so I will live this Life,
as each moment arriving.
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