Martyrs pride

The martyr planned and acted, yet did not get martyrdom

The king commits wanton acts of charity

The problem of I is such that there is no one else to blame

Salvation awaits the scavenger for scavenging without guilt or pleasure

Giver and Receiver

I received
He gave

He received
He Gave

I am not there

Hope

Maybe it is time now, to move
Enough caricatures, let my heart subdue

The veil of transparency ceases to see through,
Yet I hope to see you

Space and Time

When times wraps around space
The space unwraps the mind

And lo comes out stillness

Delusions and fear is not seen

A longing though exists

Touch this with a thought, subtle though
My cause is questioned
You ask who am I
I say, why am I

Mysterious it may seem
There is no science in stillness
Unravelling will mean unbecoming

So when time takes over
Space keeps moving

Aspiration

To aspire something higher
To define that thing
Is to Know.

To aspire that you know
Is to know what you know
Are you aspiring?

To aspire that
That which is not known
Is to aspire that
Which you are not.

To rise to that
Which you are not
Is what is aspiration.

To know, I do not know
And
To know that I do not know
Is aspiration.

I do not know

To aspire something higher
To define that thing
Is to Know.

To aspire that you know
Is to know what you know
Are you aspiring?

To aspire that
That which is not known
Is to aspire that
Which you are not.

To rise to that
Which you are not
Is what is aspiration.

To know, I do not know
And
To know that I do not know
Is aspiration.

The Veil

Maybe its time to move

Enough caricatures, let my heart subdue

The veil of transparency ceases to see through

Yet I hope to see you.