The little * ones or the Konya riddles, Xtended version

* 

Is a raindrop capable to start an oasis?

             ¿And will your teardrops fill God's?

** 

We learned nothing of that life therefore Gabriel spake to the descendant

Alas Ali too was misunderstood and his life was threatened

How many messengers must I send, how many lives yet to bear

             ¡There will be no more sacrosanctity, the era of judges has come!

*** 

Bye my pretty girl I love you like my dearest brother

For you are too good and too beautiful to ever be my sister

You gave life to my desert and were like a net to catch my fall

 ¡Utter interlocking souls transcend friendship, enamourment & bloodties!

**** 

From Jesus to Buddha and back to You

Buddha rested against a tree and used its roots as an armchair

Jesus cursed a tree to barrenness and died on the wood

             ¡And one has given his life for all, 
                          while the other focused solely on himself.
                                                   Hence our route home is incontestable!

*****

I don’t want to die cross

I don’t understand why

I am at all so angry

Do you?

           The answer is: While gravity constraints movement and growth.

****** 

While a heart beats

To pump blood

And the body dysfunctions

Or lights on other fluid

Of what then consists the lifeblood? (1)

             ¿If the soul houses in blood 
                        and the spirit weighs a massive 21 grams 

                                                                          are they comparable?

(1)    My soul.

The Boy Named Tamás

The young boy
in our street
is a lonely child
He is loved 
by his mother 
and his granny
But he is alone
has no friends
He rides fast
a child's scooter
Three hundred yards 
to the left
and back again
Never to the right 
where the dogs bark
He looks like a shy boy 
but friendly
He does not realize 
that the wheels
of his little scooter
on the pavement
can be heard 
inside the house
Would the boy change
his route if he knew 
Could he change
his lonely rythm
on two tiny wheels
Or would that leave
him even more lonely
A boy in solitude 
roling 300 yards
to the left
And I could never 
ask
him to stop....

The Watcher Of Outer And Inner Worlds

I look at this world
and 
its transgressions

I watch captivated
and
save the events

I have no part in it
I know not how
Nor do I want to
It does not fit my role

My cameo is to see
and
register and judge

I lead my life
and 
live it simple

The complications 
happen outside me
though
my mind is complicated
enough on its own

It knows of sins of sins
and
of tresspasses
and
those too will be judged

Yet my sins 
are
my errors
are
to be solved by another
watcher
in me

My task is to watch
and
when I am opened up
and
all my data of sight 
and 
sound and feel

Yes feel

All will be judged
and
all will be weighed

All these 21 grams
of
careful collected data

That I've watched

Haiku Variations. The not so gentle kind.

Mankind is a strange word

Kind refers to species, not gentle, since 

Man is hardly ever kind

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A Life To Be Prepared For The After. A Novel - Poem, Episode One

A BLACK TIE UNLEASHED

There were days in his past

He had to wear a tuxedo

As did he dress tailor-made

The black tie was obligatory

The dinner invitation said so

It’s the uniform of wealth

For those who see themselves

As such opulent and powerful

The aged man at the door

Bowed lightly and welcoming

He bowed back with reverence

And replied a softly spoken

´Thank you kind master´

The aged seneschal

Answered in surprise

‘Sir, I’m your servant´

´The gentlemen are inside

Awaiting your presence´

He smiled as the old continued

´They will you as theirs

As a praetorian safeguard´

He nodded anew speaking

´Again I choose my own….,

….Those black ties are not´

The steward's eyes lit

´Spoken as a true master

One who chooses to serve

As our Rabbi did before´

The old man opened 

Warmly the entry door

And foretold respectfully

´This will be your last

Supper amongst them

They fear infinitude´

The boardroom lit with

Black ties and gowns

Showing off vanity

Unfettered he walked

Towards chosen modesty

Ending society’s chains

Zen On Canvas (traditional haiku)

I am fully Zen

When painting fences and walls

Or dyeing canvas


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