Alien searching = Soul searchingA Story by poetry-kiddo alienbabaA story of a young boy and what Aliens meant to him. How he travelled on a cosmic journey from Outer- space to his Inner-place. Alien searching = Soul searching, one for my country; two for my King!!
Hey you there, do you
hear me? Hey green Alien! Where
is your army? Alien…is it you …or is
it me? All I ever saw; all‘ve
ever been…Alien! He
would often talk to the Air from his Hill: Did you have a
Flying-Saucer Joyride.....you lucky few?.....yes I'm talking to you... I am interested in
knowing all your adventures aboard the flying saucer with the aliens. IT SEEMED he was almost
on the verge of finding what he was seeking….when he wrote his last poem: He sent it to his Crazy
King who had him executed in the evening before
reading it. His reason was, every able-bodied man should fight and not write.
But the king was curious. He read: How to know when you
are Enlightened! When recognition of
your perceived reality as being illusory dawns, When pipe-dreams
shatter and nightmares don't matter in early morns, When you know the Moon
to be your teardrop and the Sun is your Crown, When you know you have
really risen after having fallen down! When you give
everything you have without ever holding back, When they mock you and
stab you, your clothing - just a tattered rag, When Fairies carry you
on strings of ethereal ether, When you think you are
dead while you live ....as if its better! When swine march on all
fours bedecked in garlands of Pearls, When relaxed you are
watching the War of the Worlds, When Lazarus rises
forth from the depths of his Tomb, When you emerge again
from another Mothers womb. When you know that I am
and then I know you are too, When they know that we
are as we know they have to, When she is really him
and yes they too are us, When he too is you and
the Shark and its jaws. When viruses thrive in
your body and your solar plexus trembles, When planets are your
Cells and black holes are your ulcers, When cunning Cancer is
you and tumors grow a plenty, When acceptance is hope
then faith is hardly scanty. When parallel Universes
merge to form your multi-Godly body, When the Matrix
declares submission; only then you're ready, When alien galaxies
dance at the nod of your luminous head, When the discoverer in
you unveils the obvious secret. The creation was you
and the creator too, Fragmented and
scattered like droplets of dew, You tied the dark
blind-fold over your own two eyes, While the third eye of
Truth they had cleverly disguised. You chose the same path
that you now are walking, Falling then running
while laughing still coughing, Love then thy neighbor
as you love to love your ownself, Cause they are all you
got when you weep at their doorstep. Bodies are just
vehicles when the soul wants a joyride, When you are the
darkness, there is no place to hide, So bask in the pure
light if only for a while, And laugh and be merry
and go out in style. No Heaven outside you,
no hell there be neither, You are your own
sister, brother, father and mother, Purgatory is not a
place ...just a frame of a scared mind, a rough tool you
created to while away your time. When the biggest sin is
to fear your own fear, When freedom seems
distant and bondage is near, When superstition is
not just another fancy old word, Then tension will ail
you when peace is a black- bird. And when the Cosmic
rays you once long beamed, When they do return
back to their loving master as in a dream, Filtering through the
Crown, passing through her brow, Gushing down his throat
and round the Heart Chakra they flow. Then resting a while at
solar-plexus and travelling to your navel, The tail-bone starts
quivering... The Truth about to unravel, When everything becomes
one and you become everything, And harmony prevails
when Enlightenment rings! His headless corpse got
lost amidst a sea of bodies. Moral: The truth is
closer to you than you think it is! © 2011 poetry-kiddo alienbabaAuthor's Note
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