Poetic Breeze, Poetic Froth...Nevertheless Poetry...(Puwet3ry)1

In my searched for this unknown knowledge, in my pursuit for this un-explainable longing, all the while I found out, was always been there in ourselves, the illusive muse we always longed to find, all the while it’s there, long before we were conceived, borne and glimpsed the light, heart and mind confluent, the Id, our soul, borne in the likeness of the ONE, all the while, it was already there, along with time, the life, in our body and soul, heart the kingdom we dearly seek, mind the medicine unexplored. Yet, all things in this meaningless pursuit, glory not for us, but for the UTMOST ONE, THE MOST HIGH, THE MOST GRACIOUS, THE POINT OF EVERYTHING, GOD ALMIGHTY, THE GODHEAD. Perhaps I could say, my greatest influenced in my life was my late grandfather, who used to tell and narrate us, his grandchildren, about stories of human virtues, of courage and perseverance, of humility and humbleness, of kindness and understanding, of faith and truthfulness, all this virtues he said, for the betterment of life. And within my young naïve mind, I was flabbergasted, perhaps perplexed and transfixed by his stories, the impact and relevance inculcated to my mind, back then, I couldn’t fully understand well the context and depth of his stories, it’s messages, but I know in my heart and mind, it laid a foundation to the core of my being, down to my soul, that transform my views and beliefs in life. All this, I fully understood and grasped the importance of its meaning and relevance when I opened my eyes wide enough to see and contemplate what’s going on in this crazy cruel world. I began observing, in this way I came to realized the unfairness of the harsh realities, the indignities and suffering humans all over the world had been experiencing since ancient times, there is this loop, the undefined gap between humanity and society, between those who has and has not, between those who enjoys and who endures. If humans could only just comprehend that all these earthly things are immaterial, and use only as tools in preparation of life after death, beyond the boundaries of un-explained and unknown, faith, I guess there will be no suffering, but it’s not the case, humans will always be locked-up, blind to the truth, deaf to the words. If all humans could only think and live like the GREAT ONE who started all of this, then perhaps, life would become easier, just and fair, liveable and worth living.