Beloved: As It Was
By Alan Ayazyam
Dedicated to The Lovers
The Seat of the Intellect
Who is expecting?
“Yes” to become “No”
In this Quiet Love
Two Forces Arguing
Over One Seat
But the only seat I have
Is in the Third Eye
Seat of the Soul
Intellect
Or Sage
The Right Answer
To begin with
Raind Clouds
Condensing Moisture
Above
The Sky
Naked Cool Wind
Pressing into me
Discovered
Belief
Retrograde
Dynamic
Differences
Correct
Just Starting
When approaching was
Caught in mid-flight
Burrowed into and under the skin
Of the Left Forearm
My reasoning
Tossed Away
The Heart Chakra
Belief is the glue
This glue is holding on
A state apart from
Distant Closeness
A movement away from trouble
Towards the Light
A fire started
In the Soul
Hallelujah
Jesus Christ
Hallelujah
Disturbed by Nothing
Slight, Distant Echo
Lotus, uncovered
Sitting on a cushion
Disturbed by nothing
Disturbed by Nothing
How to Please the Devil
And Pushing Up
And destructive thoughts
A poor man describing his idea of Wealth
A matching outfit
Colors going together
Being with a feeling
Carnal knowledge
Disparate attempts to burn the One
To compromise the Core Identity
To Please the Devil
Misuse of the Mind
Before the Problem Started
Before there was a manner of Thinking
A kind of speaking
Two people have
Two perspectives on one thing
Disagreements about
What we are seeing in front of us
Am I perceiving this correctly?
Just above
The silent stillness
Witnessing occurs
A meaningful expression of truth
A playtime lesson learned
A big lie
Destroyed
Nirvana
Once into the Forest
We discovered
A magic dance
We came upon
An enchanted dwarf
We became
Orange and Red
Purple and Yellow
Blue and Green
Petals twirling
Into Divine and Complete
Nirvana
Coming Home
Turning water into wine
Turning this poor choice compendium
Into a moment of joy
The expression of bliss
The passion of witnessing
Above the cherry-hill-character
Ever-in-essential-nature
Beating out all doubts
To become sky
Becoming One
Ever-in-essential-One
Ever the anointed, Son, Daughter, Child
Coming Home
Wondering in Wandering
The detail
Wondering in wandering
In Quiet Hopes
Deserving Bell Ringing
Times doing Nothing
Nothing Criminals
Out in Ever Honest Entrances
Out in our Open Sadness
Collected Tears
Surfed in Sunshine
Whirling Tornadoes and Hurricanes
South Sounding Evil Trance Dictators
Wondering in
Wandering
Verb
When we stopped in wordless woes
To contemplate everlasting life
Adjacent to the simple truth
A modern fact
Despicable and real
Doused in dramamine
Igloo suffix
Turban copier
Verb
One
A Dystopian Novel
Written in faded blood orange Red
Ink
Dotted with a signature
From the Great Beyond
How many forces did it take?
How many sorcerers?
To keep this boat afloat
Ay, but One, he said
Alas
There was but One
‘tis sad? No
Hallelujah:
There was but One.
This Image
Blasphemy Reopened
In the telling of One Small Tale
I hook up the cable
To the wall
Projecting this image
To you All
The Fortune Teller
Cards shuffled
Merge light with darkness
Color with meaning
The Unknown
Especially in the evening
The future is steeped
In the unknown
When in panic
You turned inward
Dealing with yourself
You ascended
The future was not seen
But felt
As Deep Peace
Infinity
The Patient Urging Venom
Colliding with dignified strength
Won our best qualities
Saved us from the Past
Gave us Providence in
Infinity
Baseball Season
The First Baseman
Given half a chance
Could round up his own price
To the nearest Dollar
Being the Master
Who is the executive Master of your Life?
It has to be You.
Have compassion for those who wish to
Blow you off course
But don’t Listen
Stay focused
Be the Master
Not the Slave
You Are That
Finally Landed
Gracefully
All things being equal
You are That
Death of a Father
Sadness
A broken heart
Saying Goodbye
The End
No more tears
Rest Gently
Be at Peace Now
Don’t Get off too The Train too Early
Keep moving forward
Although doubts in the mind may arise
They cannot be stronger than your Will
If they are you will get off the train too early
Too far away from your destination
We Are All Guilty
You can’t actually have anything
Ownership is an illusion
Fear is a bluff
Emote or do not
It doesn’t matter
The body will carry on
Judgment is hypocrisy
We are all guilty
Beloved Youth
Hopeful Rays of Sunshine
Under dark events
Claiming our hearts
Beloved Youth
Rise!
Forgiveness
Forgiving yourself is
Not listening to authority
Not believing what you’re told about yourself
Not caring about what other people think of you
This is inner freedom
This is grace
Delivered by God
The will to be humble
Thank you, Lord
The Mind Tied Up
Our Time Spent Wallowing
Or Weeping
In stoic hours
Pressing our faces into the glass
Of hopeless regret
Wordless exhalation onto cold glass
Forming condensation
A bubble in time
Your mind tied up by forces
You will never understand
Tired of War (21st Century)
At the airport
The dove
In tir