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Stroll down the colonnade of life, mosaic
Of days lend youth its Byzantine color;
But my soul would loath it as life prosaic. 12

Thus assail’d by doubts and misspent choler
Of youth as ashes when fire has died out
Of his blood, and leave nothing but pother: 15

By the midst o’ my woeful days I struck out
Past my depths, my route on impulse ringed
My soul might yet redeem entire past rout. 18

A walk simple into the woods where hope winged
Alternate with pitfalls along the ground
must give man pause, his purpose unhinged 21

Perhaps my soul would read my tracks and sound
Alarm or set escape route in case of need
Oh no! with my own will I come this round. 24

Long onslaught with Fates and Furies’ full rede
Did unravel much of my confusion,
And yet loath I was let my soul aside. 27

Benny

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Where shall my excess baggage go
When death sends my spirit as such
On a carousal beyond farthest reach?

My spirit has its sphinx-like riddle:
Never shall my lips tattletale carry,
My soul shall have his will.

No matter something of vision I leave
placid lakes mirror rolling face of heaven
It is as though I have come unbidden;

Well seek not where wind blows leaves
Plucked out of its nest by violence:
Consider it as though in remembrance
Done for one for whom death came by chance.

Benny

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There are many ways to turn one hour
In millions of vexations,
Paring nano-seconds in their nexus
And never knowing the loss:
My oneness is all set and complete
Past telling points of man-made laws:
Go west, for what I ask myself
And it avails neither
With east, south or north.
There are many ways to turn one life
In millions of pretenses,
Each one more bizarre to fit the hour
And never knowing the loss:
My oneness is all set and complete
And sound hollow to fit customs of men:
Go west, for what I ask myself
And it avails neither
With east, south or north:
My soul is drawn from One True Silence
And everything else is jingle
The motley crew of fools may worship
As many gods, but I remain aloof.
Benny

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For The One Who Would Not

Take His Life In His Hand- Delmore Schwartz

Athlete, virtuoso,


Training for happiness,


Bend arm and knee, and seek


The body’s sharp distress,


For pain is pleasure’s cost,


Denial is route


To speech before the millions

Or personal with the flute.

The ape and great Achilles,


Heavy with their fate,


Batter doors down, strike

Small children at the gate,


Driven by love to this,


As knock-kneed Hegel said,


To seek with a sword their peace,


That the child may be taken away

From the hurly-burly and fed.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

said 
The curious Socrates,


I have asked, What is this life


But a childermass,


As Abraham recognized,


A working with the knife


At animal, maid and stone

Until we have cut down


All but the soul alone:


Through hate we guard our love,


And its distinction’s known.

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why are you so busy 
with this or that or good or bad
/pay attention to how things blend” Rumi

Let us look at the way our human interaction has led to:

It is like the kindness of first man who traded milk for rat poison. The man who did not make profit was dubbed as a fool. Milk and rat poison since have been blended million times over. So many times that the present world cannot die of rat poison but has developed immunity. 

*Let us not speak of general state of things but how each must serve. He has to serve his best. No other choice because he has to deal with his soul.

*I hold a special relationship with my soul to settle for the indifferent quality what the world offers. Blending is done in no man’s land.

benny

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Soul is the centre of the Inner World from my stand point. How I make use of my memory and life experience is a standpoint from which I exercise faith by actions that is more than an attitude. Faith works. It is because I chose faith of my place in a corporeal universe and where I intend to go by choices in life. If I want to lead a virtuous life I will prepare my life in direction that empowers me to live more comfortably. If I had found memory passed on to me as genetic push I know that my memory I shall pass on to the future generation. So death is merely a reality that has bearing only in my corporeal being. Soul is the constant around which my memory shall bear fruits.
It goes without saying soul is more precious than earthly pain, suffering or glory.
benny

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