POETRY

Eye of Deity

The Eye of Deity breathe in the voice of silence.

Humanity face kidnap my heart to smell the mission's sky in a Mayique transe.

A celestial snake reise the seeds of fruits.

Light of veil illusion on earthly roles.

Wind dive to the absolute,

Water blow the golden mountains,

Fire breath in the eternity country,

Earth arise temptations,

Sky devote the Lotus Heart.

Stars, wild, joy, doubts transform into tears.

Ignorance of the flagrant flower.

Mind, form are missioned by Hell.

Unshapping the light.

Absolute chao race prosperity.

Both smile and disappear in the Whisper of Love.

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Cosmic Lady

Cosmic Lady, Cosmic Lady, Cosmic Lady,

Cosmic Lady, shining through stars,

vibrant as the ray of the Moon,

your celestial pervades the world.

Cosmic Lady, Cosmic Lady, Cosmic Lady,

Cosmic Lady, she is loveliness perfect.

Seated on the petals of the cosmic flower.

The Lady supreme reflecting on sacred fire,

your cosmic dance sublime my mind

as the taste of a flagrant flower.

Oh, cosmic Lady,

take me to your astral sphere to reveal me the Truth.

Your Lotus breathed in my heart,

my heart, my heart

oh Cosmic Lady stay in my Holy Temple.

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Silent Consciousness

Oh god, I have been there before.

Searching the answers deep down

when my brain goes high

and my body down.

Seams it is an easy path.

Clear mind, reality taking me away

from all those illusions

shaping life and thoughts.

Crossing the wealth spring

of consciousness

You ... and I ... are the same

Throw worries to the wind,

turn within and find peace.

The seat of consciousness

was already there.

There is nothing whatever,

there is nothing at all.

No more it is this,

you are that ... I am that ...

This is it. And that is all.

Recognizing my own light

in the quietness.

Playing in the game of life,

collecting emotional trophy,

eliminating the shadows to have fun.

The vastness of the playground,

where rules disappear,

in the deepest silence.

The heart detonation,

as soon as we breathe.

A cosmic bomb, a spatial wind,

burning all the senses

trashing all the words.

A rebirth, a rebirth, a rebirth !

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Au delà des mots,

au-delà des sens

Au-delà des mots, au-delà des sens.

Je m'absente et retourne à mon origine,

espace sans forme, espace sans nom,

où les cendres de mon corps partent en fumée.

Je disparais, rejoignant la Source éternelle.

Que de jouissance troublantes !

Que de vides amplis de sens !

Que de magie et de lumière !

Et je m'évade dans ce tourbillon ensoleillé,

expression de ma beauté suprême,

Ô Grâce, que je suis beau, dans ce monde d'appétence et de volupté.

Dans ce calme, l'extase perdure, adoration de mes sens subtils, ma plénitude m'émeut.

J'inspire le soufre des cratères, j'insuffle le chant de l'âme.

Extinction du temps, embrasée de poussières.

Une danse de pluie couvre mes yeux,

la clé m'apparaît dans ce monde où toute perception de l'Être semble ne pas exister.

état pur, état d'Être, état naturel, expression du Soi.

Je Suis

Je suis la brise enchantée du jardin,

je suis le soleil charmeur du matin,

je suis la belle pêche du voisin,

je suis l’empereur gouverné par les flammes,

je suis le citoyen apeuré d’une vie décolorée.

Je suis le gitan aux accords mélodieux,

je suis l’enfant joyeux au sourire malicieux,

je suis l’Ivoirien perdu dans les méandres du changement.

Je suis l’infini petit, le minuscule grand.

Je suis où tout vit et où tout meurt.

Je suis l’ivre des couloirs à l’âme perdue.

Je suis la prostituée aguicheuse des quartiers chauds.

Je suis tous les visages de l’Humanité,

je vis tous les rôles attribués,

je suis celui qui agit,

celle qui se ravit,

de ceux qui s’anime.

Je suis la paix,

je suis le vent des marées,

je suis l’arc-en-ciel,

je suis le rêveur,

je suis l’acteur,

je suis le corps,

je suis l’ambulant,

je suis l’esprit manipulé,

je suis le grain de sable qui nourrit les plages

et voyage jusqu’aux océans.

Je suis la lumière qui éveille vos corps

Je suis l’énergie qui allume vos bougies.

Je suis le temps qui s’envole au vent,

je suis l’argent qui se matérialise sous vos yeux.

Je suis cette bouche qui déglutit.

Je suis le grain de riz qui nourrit vos esprits.

Je suis la sagesse,la joie, l'abondance, l'envie, le désir,

Je suis nommé et je suis sans nom.

Je suis l'homme, la femme, l'enfant.

Je suis le bon et je suis le mauvais.

Je suis le vide et je suis le plein.

Je suis la frustration de vos convives.

Je suis le rire charmeur.

Je suis la flamme ardente.

Je suis la voute de vos courbes.

Je suis le veni empoisonné.

Je suis les lignes de votre histoire.

Je suis le siège de vos victoires.

Je suis l'écran de vos dessins animés.

Je suis la graine imaginaire qui périt.

Je suis existence, béatitude, infinitude.

Je suis le flux ininterrompu ... éternel.

Perfection

Perfection is alive.

Perfection is seen through nature's eyes.

Perfection is everything and anything.

Perfection is the honey of life.

Perfection keeps me alive.

Love is perfection.

Showing me the path,

following your borrows leaving all behind to taste the last tears before drawing to the ocean.

Explosion of mirrors, cutting faces in hundreds pieces.

All whispering different songs, attracting as chocolate balls,

but your hand took my breath away

to where no one resist,

to where no one persist,

to where no one exist.

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Freedom

I will find peace of mind.

Freedom,

when thoughts are blow away,

darkness light up sunshine of my heart.

Freedom,

dying to free my mind.

Freedom,

trees stop moving, even so wind keep on blowing hard.

Freedom,

cannot keep on staying blind.

Freedom,

sunny day on a paradise.

Freedom,

mother earth nourishing the self.

Freedom, Frihed, Ziyou, Freiheit, Libertät, Aajaadee, Svoboda.

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Tales of Angels

Tales of Angels, Milky Way

You taste the heat of the solstice,

bearing in mind the heavy grey autumn

and the strengths of the wind burn your eyes with tiny dust,

and you whisper from stars to the Milky Way confining the freezing ambient, recalling the ultra sound to your stuffy nose,

and you see an angel swimming through the sky

and his beating wings take you to Heaven,

his beating wings take you to Pure Love,

his beating wings take you to the Milky Way,

and when your ears get wind of the celestial song,

a cloudy halo fold in the storm of your mind.

The majestic white bird twirling your feathers

and you hope to take him with you to the arctic of the Moon,

and you hope to take him with you to the arctic of the Milky Way.

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Life is a Jungle

Life is like a jungle.

Scream, shout it out loud.

Tiger can't be so bad.

Life is like a jungle.

Scream, shout it loud.

No one can heart you, as the jungle heat you.

Tree can't hide you, from the shadows following you.

Life is a jungle.

Can't make it worth.

Life is a jungle.

Can't hide from the shadows.

Life is a jungle.

Who can we only trust?

King of the jungle, screaming out loud

the victory of the glory.

Time goes by, celebrating king's time.

Life is a jungle,

drinking from the king cup.

Life is a jungle, where celebration giving up.

Life is a jungle,

luckily, jungle will become free.

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