CHAKRAS BOLD
HE designed root red via
a laugh so raucous creating
world wild rumbling random
rubies rolled ruling red
thunderous winds whirling
shimmering shocking floods
Emperor Supreme spearing
......
“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection,
through which Divine can chime, new times.”
Poet
—————
......
(couplets)
If I had the time, I could do much more;
if I had the time, I could all outscore.
I could work hard to improve everything;
given the time, I could do most anything.
Like pay more attention to my spouse;
and do those odd chores around the house.
......
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......
Je hoeft niet te schuilen achter schaduwen,
niet te fluisteren in vreemde tonen.
Laat de maskerloze wind je kleden,
laat je woorden zonder angst wonen.
Je bent de storm en de stilte,
de zon én de vallende nacht.
Geen vorm opgelegd door anderen,
maar wat diep in jou ontwaakt.
......
“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection,
through which Divine can chime, new times.”
Poet
—————
......
CHAKRAS BOLD
HE designed root red via
a laugh so raucous creating
world wild rumbling random
rubies rolled ruling red
thunderous winds whirling
shimmering shocking floods
Emperor Supreme spearing
......
(couplets)
If I had the time, I could do much more;
if I had the time, I could all outscore.
I could work hard to improve everything;
given the time, I could do most anything.
Like pay more attention to my spouse;
and do those odd chores around the house.
......
Je hoeft niet te schuilen achter schaduwen,
niet te fluisteren in vreemde tonen.
Laat de maskerloze wind je kleden,
laat je woorden zonder angst wonen.
Je bent de storm en de stilte,
de zon én de vallende nacht.
Geen vorm opgelegd door anderen,
maar wat diep in jou ontwaakt.
......
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
......