Chaitanya Neuhaus
Chaitanya Neuhaus |
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| Currently living in the foothills of the sacred, I have had many names and forms. Poetry started early here, age sixteen or so. My first poem was a vision, of sorts, of my life . . . a picture of a young man walking through a field of tall grasses with one intent - for there to be no trace of his passage, no disturbance of the natural order, wishing to leave the world as I had found it, perfect. |
Seeds
| Are you fertile? Full of longing | ||
| For Truth? | ||
| If I tell you the secret will you hold it closer than your heart? More precious than your last breath? |
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| I think not. Ten minutes from now Beauty will dance before you and you will start to dream Or Fear will whisper a nightmare in your ear and you will try to hide your naked ness. Or tomorrow you will go to work and forget you ever heard This. | ||
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Are you willing to die for Truth? Really? How romantic! Are you willing to just stop lying? For once? It's all I ask. | ||
| Do not move (It is simple.) until the whole Universe moves. | ||
| Truth. |
Water flows into water
If you really
want to drown
in God,
you must first
stop breathing
air.
Understand this.
Air is not water.
Only water
is God.
It is not easy,
though
to drown
yourself.
You will need
some help.
Best friends are good accomplices.
Enemies also work.
Just hand them your last breath,
and make them promise
not to give it back
'til you've turned as blue as Krishna
and they're dancing at your feet.
Ascension
I just keep
falling
backwards
off this cliff
heels over head,
earth rushing
up to swallow
my body
whole.
Hands clasped,
the prayer
knifes
through
the Void
and I follow
bleeding
gratitude.