Enemies at the Gate

The Self is simple
Deep within
Undisturbed
Unconcerned
Undefiled
I am everything the self is not
It is not a religion
It is not about Lord Buddha
It is about the Self
The atman
The Brahman within
Call it what we want
Words set but limitations
When words cease
The truth emerge
The Self is simple.
All the fuss about endings
The finals
The last shows
The decisions
The outcomes
Who marries who
Who wins
Who loses
But the winner wins in one loses the next
But it is the only thing I care about.
Although;
The Self is simple.
How do we progress you ask
Does humanity improve?
We are as primitive as ever
How we laugh when the person we adore treats us good
How we drool in envy when the the person we adore treats another good
How we depend on others to keep us happy
No? You don't?
The curse and swears you hurl when a driver overtakes you on the road
Stings you real bad
In fact;
The Self is simple
Only I make it a mess.

Elizabeth - The Virgin Queen

I imagine myself bringing a cigarette to life, inhaling a puff, spitting out dazzling smoke; all in a dark enclosure. The only light comes from the computer screen. My eyes reflecting each alphabet I type.

In reality, I don't smoke. I won't type in the dark because it is bad for the eyes.

Queen Elizabeth married England. This woman did something great for her nation. Queen Elizabeth (not Prince Charles' mother) reigned for more than 40 years as the Queen of England after the demise of her sister Mary I. England became the richest country in Europe and that period was known as the Golden Age. But if she was a man, she wouldn't have to give up so much. In a patriachy society, she was only a woman and so she was criticised that she ruled with her heart and not her head. To keep her throne and her head on her shoulders, she had to develop a heart of a man.

Perhaps it wasn't because she was a woman. It was because she had a conscience. It was because she followed her conscience that England prospered under her rule. She united the defragmented Catholics and Protestants who were constantly killing each other in the name of God. The Pope from Rome wanted her dead because unity means depletion of the power of the Catholic Church. Religion is poison in the hands of war mongering greedy leaders. Religion is lethal when politics wears it as a cloak.

There are many Queen Elizabeths out there. People, not man or woman but people who genuinely believe that religion shouldn't be abused. Jesus didn't establish a church, He didn't wage war. His teachings were for the good. He never meant for the Spanish Inquisition to shamelessly use religion to massacre those who didn't believe in the Catholic Church. But it was an exercise to accumulate power for the sovereign and the church.

The point is, religion is only a scapegoat for the deceit of man. In all that we participate in, you either have to be part of something, some association, some group, gather with some people who share some common interests. And if you start doing something different, you are ostracised, left out, demeaned.

This is reality. This is life.

I imagine myself smoking again.

Enjoying Laura Fygi

...nothing beats a deep set voice, creamy smooth music, dim lights, plain water and a great book. My idea of relaxation.

Yet it is so true that everyone has an ideal or a group of ideals. And unfortunately believe them to be the absolute truth. The comfort zone, place of sanctuary, the heavenly aura; whatever you call it. It is only a limitation.

It is difficult to find a mutual thinker. Maybe Howard Hughes would have been a great friend. His determination does not limit him but inspire him to think beyond time and space. Perhaps seeing the truth of things evolved his mind. It was why he became the way he was. But then we are all mad in our tiniest ways.

War only creates more war. Why do people fight and use force to control others?

In the end, my foes become nothing;
my friends become nothing;
i become nothing
all things become nothing.

But until then, what is it I must do?

Diva

I am crowded by much thoughts that don't seem to rest.
They are trying to put me to a test.
Maybe I do leck the zest
Insight and truth won't elude me nevertheless.

Many things happened lately. Some involved me directly and some vicariously through friends. But then when things do happen, I can surely put theory into practise. As well as I can be, I try to be patient. As well as I can be, I refrain from talking.

Certain feelings are meant to be kept in the heart. Untouched, unspoken and pure.
Because once spoken, many are armed with piercing words wanting to wound you.
Because once spoken, what's once pure becomes dusty.
But there is a change in all that I must preserve.
Beneath the starry light
I shall see your face again.