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Powerful Suchness
Fingers,
Type something beautiful,
Not what words can't do,
But what they can,
Like taking the mind on a journey to the h..
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Dream : leaving I am free, my last words. In an institution where mind manifested everything, sometimes it was your own thoughts, sometimes it was oth..
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Advertisements enticing and revolting,
Today I said I would do this,
Who are you??
Some points here points there growing,
But what do we grow fo..
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From the title track of an album I made recently :
https://markmoosemendoza.bandcamp.com/track/all-encompassing
:)
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Poem I wrote after reading the Gita.
Here is the music:
https://markmoosemendoza.bandcamp.com/album/faces-of-atman-single
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Of Prose And Poetry...
The hand holding The Langauge Pen,
The word itself,
Knows no difference;
Either way,
They sing of Complimenting Infinite..
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Some of us will be stripped, beaten, thrown away, forgotten on the way to Peace. Haranging minds inundated with useless information will drive them to..
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I cut her scrawling short, and pleaded that she speak from her heart; writing always was the fence separating me from her.
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Although his mind cascaded with anxiety-ridden thoughts,
He was moved for a moment to view the form of his body:
Left arm stretched across his midse..
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Yab-Yum Yab-Yum,
O the distance,
I will go for some.
Yab-Yum Yab-Yum,
O how that game,
Is never done.
Yab-Yum Yab-Yum,
My lady sweet,
Dis..
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