Natalie Wood

A look that calms, the wild sea,
A touch that traps, your heart even though you’re free.
A smile that ignites, in you desire,
A complexion that adds, gasoline to the fire.
A madness in you rises, for the beauty you mourn,
A delicacy in the female aura, forever you scorn.
An expression that fills, your heart with grief,
A beauty as that in Autumn, at the fall of the last leaf.
A mystery that compels you, as you write each verse,
An agony you experience, at the face of your curse.

 

Natalie Wood

You, the World for You

A touch, my existence for a touch.

I pledge my allegiance to the mystic cycle of sorrow,
Living honourably in the never ending hope for tomorrow
Devout to the pleasure of loving sacrifice;
A touch from divinity will suffice,
Whilst I linger here tossing the dice.
 
A kiss, my heart for a kiss.
Devoured whole by the prospect of release,
Engulfed entirely in the womb of potential peace.
Dancing with fate on the edge of a knife,
Losing passion with every breath, present in this strife.
Cut by the shards of experiencing life.
 
A moment, my body for a moment.
Delete my essence and ensemble my heart,
Don’t reject my end; I’ve yearned for it from the start.
Make this feeling last a parenthesis in eternity,
Mingle with my desire for abiding to obscurity.
The reward you shall reap is humble serenity.
 
A love, my soul for a love.
Touch me where I will feel free,
Kiss and become one with me.
Spend the moment that will overcome the absolute,
I will give in to love and let it become resolute.
You may dance and sing to the sound of my flute.
 
A dance, my fate for a dance.
Don’t go; stay with me,
Together we can learn how to let love be.
Bend towards my arms and fall into my heart,
Then once that moment has become, let us dance it apart.
Express the wordless in the form of an art.
 
A night, my divinity for a night.
Sleep with me till you can’t sleep no more,
The gift I call sorrow is all I abhor.
Become the flower that buds out of my soul,
My yearning is for you and you’re above all,
So embrace my desire and please, please fall.
 
A cuddle, my eyes for a cuddle.
Don’t fear the prospect of an eternal pledge;
The moment is much too enticing not to live on the edge. 
Lose yourself in me; I lose myself in you,
This isn’t a joke; it’s an allegiance for two.
This door of fire, head high, together we’ll walk through.
 
An end, my beginning for an end.
The paradox of existence cuts into my spirit,
I ran away from absolution, for some reason I fear it.
Take my beginning and offer me the end.
Any longer in this state will leave me unable to fend.
I only anticipate the blessing you promise to send.
 
You, the world for you.
Darling, be with me now,
Forever is not appealing to my heart somehow.
I would exchange all that is me, just to know,
That you’re not afraid to let go.
Renounce the world, for the love I know you can show.

Solitude

Promises as solitude extends its step,
Paying off my salvation like a mournful debt.
Anguish fills my bones with sacredness,
A heart is bashful, standing alone in its nakedness.

Make manifest a companion from the external;
Extinguish the flames that are my internal.
My senses take leave of me day by day,
Desire rocks my loins, whilst I remain in dismay. 

Stop this patronizing of my hope,
Send me a sweetheart with which to elope.
Deny me this painful moment for love’s beginning,
Without love my end can have no meaning.

 A fantasy builds deep inside of me;
Seduced by its nature, I’m unable to break free.
Devoured by the longing thoughts of pleasure,
My tears becoming an obsessive treasure.

 Is this pain a catharsis, or is it not?
Or am I amidst pain’s circular plot?
Do these tears cleanse or do they stain?
I cannot be sure, only that solitude accompanies pain.

Living

Grasping blindly in the un-manifest, but what for?
Devouring and consuming all around life’s banal floor;
The gusts of despair increase ever more.
Taking him by the heart, the winds batter and throw.
Hope’s resistance steadily loses its glow.
Tears and laughter render explicit in life’s river-like flow.

Sitting down humbly, surrounded by possible subjection,
Stopped and in mute, betrayed by hopeless intention,
Himself and his thoughts, along with regressive reflection.
Words were his life’s frivolous gift,
Orifice-bleeding emotions are awaiting the next shift,
Engulfed him whole while desire’s flame became swift.


Euphoria in the company of subjective living,
Disaster in the exchange of taking and not giving,
Silence entraps the mouth with the words it is thieving.
In the struggle for becoming he finds being,
Mind tries to look elsewhere, but itself it is seeing.
Gripped by fear, from becoming an object; he is fleeing.

Fear of death or fear of life?
Does he get up to work, or get friendly with the knife?
Can there even be an explanation to this strife?
Tries to become but is afraid to be,
Caught in this cycle he cannot break free.
Tries desperately to look, but is unable to see.

Lover’s Sigh

A hero that bathes in blank expression;
With a face that’s a canvas betraying no reflection.
His hands are full of love’s stain,
Women struggle to escape; always in vain.

He lives for woman and woman alone,
He bleeds love from skin to bone.
The field created by Eros is his dominant terrain,
Seduction and love he makes easy and plain.

A different man, with every woman he desires,
Out of their heart, their ideal he inspires.
Makes manifest the longed-for release,
He leads them from ecstasy, to blissful peace.
He never consummates or makes it known,
Such an act would lose him Love’s desired thrown.

He breathes for love and Eros does repay,
Offers his bow and sends him on his way.
Walking down the road with nothing in mind,
Across comes the lady he wishes to find.

He walks and doesn’t look, yet he constantly sees,
From the glimpses of love he never flees.
Faithful to one and one alone,
Love he makes the queen, sitting by his thrown.

His queen he loves, and love is his queen,

Searches for her everywhere and is always keen.
The moment he obeys with utter conviction,
His reward is the erotic, a gentle benediction.

Love life and live for love he maintains,
Takes failure with a smile and never complains.
The striving for perfection is his only drug,
Absolution he wishes to be an everlasting hug.

Melancholia

Melancholia; she doesn’t look this way.
Her pretty eyes glisten in the sun’s subtle sway.

All I want is her face to inspire,

Whilst letting me to be her item of desire.

Her naked charm strips me in turn,

Uncanny the word; in her image I burn.

Dwindle ever so slightly in respect,
For the closeness of many who wouldn’t object.

Love she craved, and sex she received,

By her own self-worth she was being deceived.

She runs away from herself within,

Meanwhile she waits for repose to begin.

Escape from this cycle she would try,
In the web that is her self she would lie.

To have that intimacy, her soul she would give,

To conceal her shame, a dick she would receive.

“Understand me”, is her life’s woeful pledge,

“Feel what I feel”, she screams from her heart’s ledge.

Another in her bed, but how many in her mind?
Requests interrogate her, and she replies in kind.

With each one from pain she tries to abstain,

With a faulty method her attempts in vain.

Experience she must and her release she wills,

The shield she drops and her heart she momentarily fills.

Passion! Yet, no …She feels like a mutt;
Stop! …She screams, but,

Penetration continues from back to front.

Yes …She could, if she would, but she won’t.

Stop! …Her body is so exuberant!

Yes …He would, if he could, but he can’t.

Cogito est forem Mortuus

There’s an exquisite beauty to the world of light
A beauty not everyone can see;
Caught and preoccupied by a futile fight
Thus leaving our eyes full of debris.

Aspiration, like gods, we entertain
Inspiration, like poets, we should maintain.
Love above all is the key to life
Love above all is the way to end the strife.

The heart struggles to awaken us from sleep,
The mind struggles to carry on dreaming.
The mind creates the strife that cuts us deep
The heart is the liberation we are all seeking.

Death to the mind or death to the heart
This has been our mission from the start.
Chose one and eliminate the other;
Consciousness or death is the only way my brother.

Divinity

The inner look is a look of beauty.
The outer look misses the light.
The inner eye always serves your duty.
The outer eye serves the hunger for fright.

Inside you there is a pool of stillness,
Outside you is a chaos of illness.
Desire is a key and lock to the telos,
Admire the paradox of this pathos.

Deep within your being is the absolute surrender,
The feeling of this phenomenon is exquisite and tender.
Take a dive into the abyss for that absolute splendor,
Sacrifice the mind leaving you with your heart to render.

Like St Francis sleep on the floor for the sake of compassion.
Like Casanova inquire into the essence of every passion.
Like Jesus live in acceptance, faith and love.
Like Gautam surrender your mind and soar like a dove.

Existence’s Words

Give me the tree and watch me create;
This beauty you call life is what I can animate.
Mixed with wood and dreams and fire;
Love is the only return I desire.

 Feel me in your heart and forever be free;
Release me from your mind and come into me.
Bring forth beauty from the depth of your soul;
Allow me to be for you as fire is to coal.

 Life is lived in darkness from beginning to end;
Only way to experience light is by allowing us to blend.
Pass on my torch to the world and back to me;
I promise you bliss, love and joy, all through eternity.

Donum ex Existence

Understanding yourself is by far the best gift bestowed on man. Our ability, or rather our potentiality, to know who, what, where, how and why we are, is by far the only thing of value. All else is fleeting, vulnerable, perishable and of no value. Matter can change and so all things material are never enduring. Memory can be forgotten or misguided by our interpretations, so memory is not enough. Thoughts come and go; they are fleeting. Even life itself is fleeting. The only things of value is who, what, where, how and why you are. All these things can be explained with the simple revelation of the essence of your existence. By essence I mean perception without clouding, perception of the true nature of a thing without the mist of delusion or deception.

Notice how I say, revelation as opposed to knowledge. Revelation has the implications of experience as well as knowledge. To know is not enough; you must be in the moment, present with that which you know in order for that which you know to be revealed to you. Otherwise, if you lose the presence, it was not revealed to you at all, that which you know was nothing other than imagination or memory. When something is revealed the distance of time is taken out of the equation, it all happens in the now. Reflection thus is not capable of revelation; it is merely capable of remembering, for it lacks the presence required for revelation. Consequently, imagination is rendered ineffective too, for that too in-itself has the distance of time. When you imagine, you create events that have not occurred, you do this by using the constituents of events that have occurred and are stored in your memory. Thus, imagination is rooted in memory, it is a chimera of past parts of your experiences brought together to create an illusory whole which you attribute to the possibility of the future.

When the knower and the known come into contact there is a bridge that is built, knowledge is created, that bridge is between you and that which you know. So the knower and the known are in relation to one another (much thanks to Osho for this understanding). You have the knower on one side, that which is known on the other and the processing of knowing connecting the two. You can almost picture a bridge between knower and known, and the bridge is called knowing. Now for this knowledge to happen with existence, the bridge must be instantaneously created, it must be created in the delay of no time. This is because the essence of existence is not rooted in the imagination or reflection, it is a revelation. You cannot imagine or remember what existence is, you can only experience it in the moment of its revelation. To reveal something to someone, they need to be there in that moment to see it. The very process of knowING, the “ing” shows that it is a process that happens now, it is in the present moment, it is not in the “knew” or in the “can-be-known”; it is knowing, it is in the now.

This word revelation of which we are keen on means, for something to reach a disclosure, for something to be revealed. Revelation is the only road to one’s own existence, to one’s own individuality and escape from delusion. You are deceived if you think that you can find a path to the essence of your existence using reflection or imagination. We shall venture into the reasons why. First and foremost, in order to avoid confusion, I will try and be clear on the use of the word existence in this article*. Existence is closely linked to the word, “being”; for something to “be” it must have the minimum capability of contemplation, in other words it has to have some value in the realm of thought. However, simple contemplation is not enough to render something as existing, just because I can think of something it doesn’t mean it has to exist, e.g. the Unicorn. There is another level to existence, it needs justification in the form of experience of the relation between itself and the thinking-thing (human being) that can accommodate it in its thoughts. Put in other words I need to have come across that which I have in my head somewhere in life** in order for that thing to have the value of existence. Thus all things that exist can be contemplated, but the value of existence is given when they are manifested as adhering to the objective world.

When you are engaged in the process of reflection you are using your memory. You are reflecting upon something that has happened in the past and you are reflecting on it now. By doing this you are creating an illusion, the illusion is in your mind and is very subtle. The moment you remember an experience, you are simply bringing into existence something that doesn’t exist, you are giving life to something that is already dead. The subtlety of this is very exquisite. Think about the past for a second; what is it? The past is the sum of all “nows” that have gone and are weeded out of existence, back then they had existence because they were in the now. All things located in the now have existence, once the now has gone, their existence has gone with them for the moment that has just past can only be re-lived via memory, strictly because it has just passed. When you die, you have past, your moment has gone, your existence as you know it has gone, however you can still exist in the memory, someone can bring you back into existence by thinking about you, but ask yourself this, do you really exist or are you nothing more just a memory, something non-existent? Similarly all things that have passed are non-existent, they are not existent, they are nothing more than things that have passed being brought back into existence by the memory, and this doesn’t however make them any more existent. The bummer with this is that you are using your now-moment, a thing with existence to think about a past-moment, a thing with no existence. So to think about a past-moment in the now-moment is to reject the now-moment, to reject true existence for false existence. Each moment spent thinking about the past is a moment wasted in something non-existent. This is because you cannot occupy two spaces in existence at the same time, you are given one, so you can only use the now moment once at one time, how you use it is your choice; can think about the past/future or you cannot think at all and simply be. You can be in consciousness. It becomes a loss of existence when true existence is preoccupied by false-existence. How many true existences have you lost up till now; how many are you losing constantly?

Imagination, the other culprit of this loss of existence, is nothing more than a manipulation of memory and experience. Imagination takes parts from the past or memory and creates a whole out of those parts. Think of things that are imaginative for a second, for example the Unicorn, it is a creation of different creatures that have been seen, parts of each creature are taken out and a whole new creature is created by the parts. Anything created by the imagination is as existing as the Unicorn. Imagination does this constantly; you can never imagine something that isn’t related to something that you have experienced, it mandatory for you to experience something in order to create something imaginative. This use of the imagination is done constantly when thinking about the future, whenever you think about the future; you are imagining how it could go. You are trying to create a now-moment by using the parts of now-moments that have past. You are building a future with the blocks of the past. This too is a form of non-existence, primarily because the past parts you are using do not exist. Not only that but the future now-moments that you are creating are non-existent for they are merely now-moments that have not happened yet. How can something that isn’t happening have existence? So remember always, a whole created by parts that are nonexistent leaves the whole itself nonexistent, for something created from stone cannot been seen, without delusion, as made of steel. That which is created by something cannot be seen as created by something else, without illusion.

The only thing that is worth the value of existence is primarily anything attached to the word “now”. Now is the only revelation there is. The now moment revealed in the absence of mind, in the presence of pure consciousness is the revelation we are all seeking. The now moment is the bridge required in order for existence to meet with the person in-existence. It is the only way for the relation between the knower and that which is known to happen, and the irony is that the moment this happens, the knower and the known vanish, leaving you only with consciousness, and out of that consciousness the essence of existence is sprouted. So the gift of existence is this, the past and future, are merely projections, the now-moment is the only truth. Projections are helpful for living a causal life, a life of transition from one moment to the next, a life of cause and effect. A life of Samsara. To escape that life, to go beyond it, to reach the absolute, more is required. A surrender to the now moment, a surrender to existence, a surrender to consciousness, is mandatory.

Namaste.

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* The notion of existence is an extremely delicate concept, and one must be very careful of its fragile nature lest it break and cause problems. I will not venture here into the intricacies and implications of this word because it would require an essay, so for precision sake I will be as brief as I can in my usage of the word. Take care not to mistake my use of the word Existence with that of an Existentialist, the differences are immense.

** By life I mean everyday living, in the realm of experience, the physical world as opposed to the metaphysical. The existence of metaphysical entities are not a subject I am engaging in here.

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