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Below the Undoing

 

By Alan Ayazyam

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dedicate to the Young Creatives

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Below the Undoing

 

 

In step with an outside

 

Outer noise within this

 

Below the Undoing

 

In even

 

Even if

 

We are going to

 

Make it together

 

With Love we can

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Purpose

 

 

Whatever is planned

 

Whatever is made

 

Whatever is written down

 

Ideas and Feelings communicated

 

Are for sure

 

On their way to happening

 

On their way to being manifested

 

On Purpose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Friendship

 

 

When friendship starts

 

For this hopeful young man

 

He can have everything

 

If he just let’s himself enjoy others

 

And doesn’t worry so much about

 

His future or ambitions

 

Share your activities and be okay with

 

Enjoying the love of friendship

 

And be set free

 

Eternally

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music

 

 

The mathematics of music

 

The discipline of numbers and special

 

Sequences

 

The painted colors of many tones and flavors

 

Of sound

 

And feeling and emotion

 

Okay, sound

 

Let liquid flow

 

Okay, mind

 

Mind yourself

 

But go forward

 

Without much fear

 

Just calmly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Mirror Consciousness

 

 

When others approach you

 

Looking for advice

 

Do your best to give them

 

A piece of what they already

 

Know

 

Do your best to love them

 

Do your best to listen carefully

 

To feel their pain

 

Be the person in the mirror

 

Reflecting on what is

 

Just what is

 

Nothing more or less.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With You Always

 

 

Satsang is

 

Time with the beloved

 

Gurus or Self as Self

 

I propose the action

 

The action I am

 

I am doing

 

But am not doing

 

Even as the mind

 

Wrestles to decide

 

It makes no difference

 

Decisions have been made

 

Before the fluids came together

 

Before “I Am” appeared

 

We get lost and consumed

 

In the moment

 

Tied up in the momentary

 

Stubbornly clinging

 

Straightening Up

 

Clearing Out

 

Our mouths open to receive

 

Our eyes closed

 

Too complex to understand

 

This vast universe

 

Even in this night

 

Even in the dark time

 

I am with you then also

 

I am with you always

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Beginning of the New

 

 

Saying goodbye

 

To an old life

 

That didn’t work

 

A mind worn out

 

Believing tomorrow can be better

 

Hope emerging out of pain and sorrow

 

Out of Loss

 

We are told, “It can get better.”

 

We hope for that.

 

And someday

 

And the sun rises.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Device

 

 

I begin with the concept

 

Of a sacred thing

 

Maybe a sun or moon

 

Maybe Daylight

 

Our person plight

 

Vision guided by meditation

 

Rhythm and Sound

 

Version

 

Software

 

Device

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Work

 

 

Because the work needs to go on

 

Steadily

 

Do not be seduced by moments of

 

Fatigue or exhaustion

 

The work should go on

 

Steadily

 

It really must

 

Continue it

 

On and On

 

Never stop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Most High

 

 

If you can hide in space

 

Between “yes” and “no”

 

Enter this space and do your work

 

I tell you this is where God lives

 

I tell you this is the Highest point

 

The Most High

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Beginning of the New

 

 

Saying goodbye

 

To an old life

 

That didn’t work

 

A mind worn out

 

Believing tomorrow can be better

 

Hope emerges out of pain and sorrow

 

Out of Loss

 

We are told, “It can get better.”

 

We hope for that

 

And someday

 

And the sun rises

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Universe

 

 

All the fear in the world

 

Cannot change

 

The forward momentum of time

 

It isn’t crazy to stop trying to control it

 

It’s crazy to try

 

Universal waves

 

Ridden universally

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Try and Fail

 

 

Filled with emotions

 

The person ultimately

 

Charged

 

With the task of not hurting itself

 

What can the individual do?

 

Pause, look around, try

 

Fail

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Banish the Beast

 

 

If this carnage

 

Cain

 

Become

 

Becoming

 

Disaster

 

Mark

 

The Beast!

 

Banish him

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Living Your Own Way

 

 

In supermarket simplicity

 

The old Jiffy logo

 

The bags of marshmallows

 

The sliding door

 

Feel

 

Do

 

Have

 

Live

 

Your own way

 

Banish the negativity

 

Others say

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love

 

 

On your careful Death Day

 

Look back and ponder

 

Did I love?

 

Tell yourself the truth

 

Did that girl feel my love?

 

Did she know I loved her?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Liberation

 

 

You can be okay if you first of all

 

Trust the love of the Helper

 

In the White Chocolate fantasy daze

 

In the cool breeze of the endless maze

 

In carcass burning holidays

 

Be set free

 

Totally free

 

Now

 

Today is your liberation

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Journey Inside

 

 

Martyr Eagle

 

Wind and Rainbow

 

Respecting oneself

 

Perpetuating Demons

 

Coffee

 

Tea

 

The journey inside

 

Come with me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The World is Grey

 

 

Beware the character

 

Dressed in black

 

Or dressed in white

 

All the way evil or

 

All the way good is a lie

 

The world is grey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Be Like the Sky

 

 

A pardon

 

Wanted, needed

 

For safety from the

 

Approaching daydream

 

Fear, bluffing the mind

 

Being in essence, scared, weak

 

It cannot fly

 

Don’t be like this,

 

Be like the sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goodbye Love

 

 

Inside mind sits

 

Waiting presence

 

The day waning

 

Our time ticking by

 

In each hour, wasted

 

In each minute, sadness

 

The day is gone

 

The day is wasted

 

Goodbye love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Far Out

 

 

Beetle boot genius

 

Gingerbread parades marching

 

Forward, first of all

 

Boots legged inward gaze

 

First

 

Lasting taste

 

In mediocre hard candy

 

Waiting for your train

 

Gum chewer

 

Far out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Queen

 

 

Nobody or No One Had