I am so close, I may look distant.

18 quatrains. My best written.

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Today is a remarkable day for us. I am celebrating the closure of the book I’ve been reading for the past round full one year. That year is so round, you would catch the entire sunlight. Each page flip is a diagram of the Sun particles as text, brimming onto my face, till I didn’t realise I could now write poems. See that book? That book? It worths all the hypes joined together with an extra. Thank you Rumi.

Here’s today’s post. And this is my best written.

Starting.

—1
So now that it is over,
What next?
Is it a black opaque of sleep?
Or there is an actual conscious risen.
I slept in the desert,
Felt a tap,
Stand up. And let’s go.

—2

I used to be shy.
You made me sing.

I used to sit humble on the table.
Now I shout for more wine.

I used to be ….. with life.
Now I play.

—3

Untie your wings, and 
free your soul body into a 
formless design.
Speak things into existence.
Turn formless into form with your actions.

—4

Listen, your fire can warm the whole world.
Like the sun listens to the world’s osmosis.
Smile your moon face, halved.
Let them wander in distance.

—5
Why let daily things bother you?
Do you not remember how time works?
This poems you’re reading hasn’t been written
The constructors of ABC has not yet lived.
The world you are now is still in the womb,
The afterlife has not yet formed.

—6
Would you rather own your silent well,
Or fetch from the town river yell?
Throw in the fetcher,
Let your face ripple out.

—7
You are the meaning, not the words.
You are the soul, not the body.
You are the absent, not the present.
You neither exist, nor present, nor even absent.

—8

When I die, do not say he dead.
Say, he was dead, then he came to back life,
And his friends, took him back into friendship.
His friends celebrated a union where 
he becomes the essence inside everything.

—9

You don’t create in the now,
You do in the past,
But everything happens in the now,
And waits for you in the future.


—10
You can never be fully aware, until at the end,
You look back at the stories you lived.
At the story of all eternity.
A new beginning.

—11
Be like a GoldenEagle as you go straight to the point.
Walk slow like a Lion.
Lick the water, as you plan with TigerEye.
Pounce.

—12

I am the same yesterday, today and forever.
I am the difference, addition and exponential.
I am all the galaxies juiced into a single cup.
I am the cup, the wine, the drinker, everything.
Time and timeless. Form and formless.

—13
Give me this knowledge nah!
I have given you already!
But I can’t feel it outside,
It is already inside.
See yourself in the future,
See how it permeate into the veins 
Of all atmosphere.

—14
Did the Bible not say, that,
Ye are gods?
What is wrong?
Everything is right to live a life, a world,
Full of gods.

—15
Who is that person telling you 
not to see yourself like that.
Give them some wine.
And let them sober up.

—16
gods, always want to be god over something.
gods, don’t want another god in their kindgom, their domain,
So, rather than you be god, don’t be god.

—17
But for this.
We are gods of friendship.
And these types will love everyone to rise to that stature of talent.
That my world everyone is equal. Unique. Khadosh.
Dancing. Drinking invisible wines. Sobering up to fire.
Spark.

—18
I am so close, 
I may look distant
Like the sunlight you 
wear on your face.