Σάββατο, 10 Αυγούστου 2019

The Dark Past

The Dark Past

Lots of memories are coming
from my dark, dark past
others pleasant, others sad
I hope they won't last

I remember lots of roses
but also lots of thorns
now I feel them so alive
so vivid in my bones

Every thought it comes to mind
something's got to teach
like reading a good book
that I so used to miss

Sometimes I wish that I
lived a so different life
without all these mistakes
that cut me like a knife

I know I can't erase
any things of this dark past
but I won't let them either
possess my mind so fast

The past is now long gone
it has no place today
we only have to learn from it
as a wise man would say

The present is here now
it is all yours to live
the past is like a shadow
and now it should leave

So celebrate this moment
be grateful for what you have
and build now brick by brick
the life that you would love

- Azargled

Τετάρτη, 10 Ιανουαρίου 2018

The Present Moment

The Present Moment

Don't think of the future
don't think of the past
the present moment is all that is
the memories won't last

Don't seek any salvation
don't seek any other thing
the mind tends to move around
spiritual war will bring

Live for every moment
enjoy life as it is
the good will come and so the bad
you'd better live with ease

Joy is within you
you don't need to try too much
accept what is in your own life
for endless bliss to catch

Break the painful chains
of your so bloody past
your whole life is in your hands
you will realize it fast

The universe is yours
relax and be at peace
you'll start become aware of it
the sweet eternal bliss

- Azargled

Δευτέρα, 18 Μαΐου 2015

Pleasure and Pain

Pleasure and Pain

The wheels of life spin round
and all the forms dissolve
the force that is beyond
is struggling to evolve

The endless fights between
the pleasure and the pain
a quest to separate
the worthy from the vain

The circus of mankind
and all the fools on Earth
preserve a mental hell
led by an evil stealth

Our minds filled with desire
with gluttony and greed
we get out of control
and plant the evil seed

The torments and the pain
seem not to go away
and we so badly crave
our own salvation day

But we can rise beyond
the pleasure and the pain
with power of the soul
and a new world to gain

- Azargled

Τετάρτη, 22 Απριλίου 2015

A higher call

A higher call

Feel beneath my skin
the power from afar
golden cosmic rays
from such a distant star

Seems to be a sign
a calling from above
full of solar light
eternal bliss and love

Earth is not enough
for our immortal souls
darkness and decay
a pursuit of vain goals

Heaven's not too far
if you can see inside
dig beneath the fuss
and hear your spirit guide

Hear the cry of man
we need a wake up call
united we can bring
prosperity for all

It is not too late
to rise beyond the dust
so we can erase
the evils of the past

See the blood red sky
the trumpet sounds aloud
feel the higher call
our spirits should stand proud!

- Azargled

Παρασκευή, 19 Δεκεμβρίου 2014

The eagle who lived as a chicken

One day a young eagle fell off the nest and was picked up by a farmer. The farmer was kind enough to bring the small bird to his barnyard so that it doesn’t perish. The young eagle found a good home with the chicken and grew up believing he is a chicken. He waited for the farmer to bring food, he quacked when a chicken laid an egg, and he enjoyed running around and sitting in a hole in the ground on sunny days. Life was good and comfortable, and the eagle’s wildest adventure was to run under the fence with his friends to that cliff where they looked at the mountains and wondered what lied on their other side.
One day he was with his fellow chicken picking seeds off the ground when a shadow covered the sky above him. He lifted his gaze and was mesmerized by the sight of a beautiful eagle cruising the sky. Unlike other chicken that he saw trying to fly, this eagle didn’t seem to be making much effort. With his wings spread wide, he was flying smoothly and changing his direction with the slightest gesture. “Wow. Look at that!”, yelled the young eagle to his friends. “Who is that?”, he asked. “That’s an eagle”, replied a chicken. “He’s the king of the sky. But we belong here on earth. We are chicken.”, she continued. And the eagle staring at the bird disappearing in the horizon as if it was gliding on an invisible path that only he could see.
Days later, the old eagle was flying again over the barnyard and was stunned by the sight of an eagle running around with the chicken. He surged down to the ground. As the other birds saw him they ran back to hide in the house. He descended in front of the other eagle before he reached the door.
“What are you doing?”, asked the old eagle.
“What do you mean?”, answered the young one.
“What are you doing running around with chicken?”.
“I am a chicken. These are my brothers and sisters. I grew up with them.”
“No you’re not. You’re an eagle. You belong in the sky, not on the ground.”
“No I am not. I am one of them. All I know is to do as they do, and to eat what they eat. I can’t even fly.”
“You can’t because you never tried. But you’re an eagle, just like me”.
“Even if what you say is true, I’ve lived all my life as a chicken. I am not an eagle anymore”.”
“It’s the heart of an eagle that matters, not the way he lived or ate… Come with me”
The eagle took another look at his friends hiding in the comfort of home. “Don’t listen to him!”, yelled one of the chicken. “He is tricking you”,” said another. “ If you go with him, you will die!”. “ Come back and be with us”…
But deep inside the eagle’s heart, a faint voice told him what he needed to do. He took one more gaze at the barnyard where he spend all his life playing with his friends, then turned around and followed the older eagle.
A moment later, the arrived at the cliff he used to visit sometimes with his friends. They stood next to each other on the edge looking at the mountains in the distance. Without a second of hesitation, the old eagle jumped off the edge, spread his wings and soared upward.
The young eagle looked down the cliff and trembled. He’d never flown before. May be he would die. May be he should go back.
“Don’t look down.”, the old eagle said “Look up at the sky. Aim toward the sun. Give it a bit of faith.”
The young eagle lifted his sight up, spread his wings and leaped…
Back at the barnyard, the chicken heard a triumphant cry that ascended to heaven. Their feather trembled and they looked at each other without exchanging a word. They know they will miss their brother a lot. They know he might visit some day and tell them how it felt to fly. And they will gather around to hear his stories about the lands he visited. But for the time being, they would keep doing what they did best: living as chicken.

source: http://blog.amirkhella.com/2009/11/04/the-eagle-who-lived-as-a-chicken/

Παρασκευή, 28 Νοεμβρίου 2014

Circle of Darkness

Circle of Darkness

Trapped within my thoughts
of hatred and despair
struggling with the demons
it seems too much to bear

Want to put an end
to this abyssic state
suffering and screaming
I'm very full of hate

Praying to the Lord
to save me from that hell
hope to ease my burden
and take the Satan's veil

Seems I get no help
stuck in my mental cell
in the circle of darkness
it seems I'll always dwell

- Azargled

Κυριακή, 23 Νοεμβρίου 2014

The wise man "maybe" story and higher order

[...] The deeper interconnectedness of all things and events implies that the
mental labels of “good” and bad” are ultimately illusory. They always imply
a limited perspective and so are true only relatively and temporarily. This is
illustrated in the story of a wise man who won an expensive car in a lottery.
His family and friends were very happy for him and came to celebrate. “Isn't
it great!” they said. “You are so lucky.” The man smiled and said “Maybe.”
For a few weeks he enjoyed driving the car. Then one day a drunken driver
crashed into his new car at an intersection and he ended up in the hospital,
with multiple injuries. His family and friends came to see him and said,
“That was really unfortunate. “ Again the man smiled and said, “Maybe.”
While he was still in the hospital, one night there was a landslide and his
house   fell   into   the   sea.   Again   his   friends   came   the   next   day   and   said,
“Weren't you lucky to have been here in hospital.” Again he said, “Maybe.”
The   wise   man's  “maybe”  signifies  a refusal  to judge  anything that
happens.   Instead   of   judging   what   is,   he   accepts   it   and   so   enters   into
conscious   alignment   with   the   higher   order.  [...]

(from Eckhart Tolle - A New Earth)