tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-120423712024-03-17T09:21:58.844+02:00Omer Toledano • Official SiteMeditation, Wisdom, Life, Love, Art, Poems, Thoughts and Articles about everyday Occurrences and Observations by Omer ToledanoOmerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-29346972346479616472021-03-12T08:02:00.000+02:002021-03-12T08:02:11.043+02:00Through the Veil / by Omer ToledanoIn the scorching heat of love<br />
In the flaming inferno of passion<br />
We who have been burned<br />
Know the way<br /><br />
We who have walked the desert<br />
We who wrestled with the wind<br />
We who have toiled with the sand<br />
And we who have erected fortresses of solitude<br />
We bear the marks upon our soul<br /><br />
We who once knew love<br />
Know it still<br />
We are it<br />
We are the keepers of memory<br />
Glowing embers of what has remained of a once-great fire<br /><br />
Entering this house<br />
The untrained eye assumes that love<br />
No longer resides here<br />
And we who have been purged by its radiant glow<br />
Know the truth<br /><br />
Love's tumultuous flame has made ashes of our frail body<br />
We walk this world as dead men do<br />
We carry torches in the night<br />
Not by hand but in our heart<br />
Illuminated by eternal wisdom<br />
It is best we stay away<br /><br />
We who redefined the meaning<br />
Look on in a merciful gaze<br />
No one is coming to save you<br />
For you cannot be saved<br />
Only the rising of the morning sun<br />
Will awaken you<br /><br />
And you who have imprisoned me<br />
Know this<br />
That I have been set free<br />
Not by your grace<br />
And not by your key<br />
By my will I am free<br />
I am free<br /><br />
And this love we once shared<br />
Still lives in me<br />
And no other place<br />
Continues to shine<br />
On your beautiful face<br />
For the beauty thereof<br />
In eternity dwells<br />
And continues to be<br />
Not in you, not in them<br />
But in what I choose to see
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Instead of pulling towards a dream<br />
That I would much rather<br />
Not dwell and deem<br />
To simply scream the silent scream<br />
<br />
And why must I not go there now<br />
Why for this my head should bow<br />
And why deter myself when it should seem<br />
That I am simply better off<br />
At screaming the silent scream<br />
<br />
And many who once came before<br />
Lived in this world<br />
With the same chore<br />
But they decided much for them<br />
To walk upon the narrow beam<br />
Instead of letting go<br />
And screaming the silent scream<br />
<br />
And why persist, go on, continue<br />
And why must it remain within you<br />
Why perpetuate this further<br />
Why present a blinking cursor<br />
Why you chose this color scheme<br />
Why you scream this silent scream<br />
<br />
And once it was the epicenter<br />
And over time when you grew gentler<br />
It no longer could hold on<br />
Other things to dwell upon<br />
No longer was it so important<br />
As at the time when you were potent<br />
I hear your voice upon this ream<br />
I hear you scream the silent scream<br />
<br />
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Giants of music and song<br />
They are so humongous<br />
But still trying so hard to belong<br />
<br />
When fate once seemed to be sealed<br />
When truth at a time was concealed<br />
Therein sprouted a leaf<br />
And a tree there to heaven kneeled<br />
<br />
When voices were silenced<br />
And when all lay bear<br />
When emotion depleted<br />
And there was no one to care<br />
I held your left hand<br />
And followed suit in the sand<br />
As the storm passed<br />
And your ship spotted land<br />
<br />
And the future was bright<br />
And I haven’t lost sight<br />
Of what you mean to me<br />
So please put up a fight<br />
And I beg you once more not to go<br />
And not to be taken into the night<br />
<br />
Make haste and please come back<br />
Do not dwell on what you lack<br />
There’s still so much for you to see<br />
There is someone for you to be<br />
Arise again my gray-leafed tree<br />
Come back right here and stay with me<br />
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Black & mysterious<br />
Cold & damp<br />
Kid you not<br />
I am serious<br />
Whispering winds<br />
Telling tales of long past<br />
Floods and showers<br />
How long will they last?<br />
Sing me a song<br />
Young maiden in yellow<br />
Know me to sleep<br />
Kiss this young-looking fellow<br />
Where have they gone<br />
Those sirens of old?<br />
Why must I stand here out in the cold?<br />
Come here young lady<br />
To have and to hold<br />
Till death do us part<br />
On mountains of gold<br />
This is my shadow<br />
It is him so I’m told<br />
Stand up straight<br />
Stand up tall<br />
Stand up strong<br />
Stand up bold<br />
Why must you stand there<br />
You there in the back<br />
Where is your light<br />
That you desperately lack<br />
What is your purpose<br />
Who do you serve<br />
Do you reap what you sow<br />
And what you deserve<br />
You are my shadow<br />
You are me in the dark<br />
If I was a fish<br />
Why then you’d be a shark<br />
We are one in the same<br />
And we constantly fight<br />
You in the dark<br />
And me in the light<br />
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Embrace me with your silence and eternal wisdom<br />
Let me see through your eyes<br />
The timeless melody of your unbounded song<br />
Free me once more from this web of deception<br />
So that I may once more empty myself of this deluge of delusion<br />
And find your path through the storm<br />
Which you in your infinite wisdom<br />
Have manifested with your mighty hand<br />
To keep me from seeing the true intention of your divine will<br />
Find me once more o’ great one<br />
You know where I am<br />
In purity will you come to know my intention<br />
In beauty will you come to know my everlasting love<br />
In truth will you come to know my way<br />
There is no other<br />
We are one<br />
Your heart’s echoing cry has brought me to you once again<br />
And there I shall remain<br />
Your servant<br />
For all eternity<br />
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That I was once your son<br />
That once I filled your world<br />
With wonder and delight<br />
That once I was the center<br />
That once I was alright<br />
Please remember<br />
That once I was your brother<br />
Aggressive when I must<br />
And only because once<br />
In you I could not trust<br />
Please remember<br />
That I was once your friend<br />
I saw myself in you<br />
And you o’ friend of mine<br />
Saw the best in me<br />
And let my spirit shine<br />
Please remember<br />
That I was once your lover<br />
You showed me<br />
What it means to love<br />
To lose myself there in another<br />
And you<br />
Will you remember who you were<br />
When all of this is gone<br />
Will you remember anything<br />
When all of this is done<br />
Please remember everything<br />
There is no good or bad<br />
Your light shines to eternity<br />
And nothing you once had<br />
Nothing to take with you<br />
No meat, no skin, no bone<br />
For when time comes and comes to pass<br />
To there you go alone<br />
No memory of anything<br />
Of you who is no more<br />
It was all a test I put you through<br />
To guide you to the door<br />
Rest in peace o’ child of mine<br />
While walking through a garden<br />
And know that you are here with me<br />
Alone but not forgotten<br />
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Refuse to bins<br />
Throw the garbage away<br />
And then second hand<br />
Like grains of the sand<br />
And the heart is trying to say<br />
Heartbeat and second<br />
Are in sync the boy reckoned<br />
A purpose for every event<br />
When time began<br />
With a beat of his heart<br />
And the motion to eternity sent<br />
The world created with this vibration<br />
It is sometimes well overlooked<br />
For the rays of the sun<br />
In his morning run<br />
With the world this one is now hooked<br />
Connected to all with umbilical cord<br />
Which has never for once been severed<br />
He is the Earth and the Sun and the Moon<br />
A Nomad out in the desert<br />
The air he breathes in and the blood in his veins<br />
Constructions, a weak explanation<br />
For they matter not in this house of delights<br />
And they surely pose no limitation<br />
Seduction of spirit is all there is here<br />
And the mind is trying to bind you<br />
With a backdrop for life<br />
A flute and a fife<br />
Look ahead and not what’s behind you<br />
A heartbeat a second<br />
“Come with me!” the boy beckoned<br />
What more evidence do you require?<br />
I will carry your burden and ease your pain<br />
Let me be your formidable squire<br />
Where we go from here<br />
In your hands it will be<br />
As it has been right from the start<br />
The hours and seconds will continue to pass<br />
With the beating of your loving heart<br />
<br />
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About this fluctuation<br />
Twice a year it occurs<br />
In our Earthly rotation<br />
Once in the Autumn<br />
And once in the Spring<br />
Masculine Feminine<br />
It’s a beautiful thing<br />
It is not felt by many<br />
They’re not even aware<br />
Do not know it exists<br />
Do not know it is there<br />
North and South become one<br />
And the sun is aligned<br />
Equal light to the poles<br />
It’s a wonderful ride<br />
Male turns to Female<br />
Female turns to Male<br />
Complete equilibrium<br />
In this solar sail<br />
The Earth keeps on spinning<br />
In a slight slanted axis<br />
And we to new worlds<br />
Begin to gain access<br />
Once we are there<br />
Once we are here<br />
It all lasts for cycles<br />
Of half a year<br />
It goes on through the ages<br />
Felt by Scientists and Sages<br />
It spins like a quarter<br />
Maintains cosmic order<br />
Shows to us all<br />
That space has no border<br />
To the firm disbeliever<br />
Who reads this and mocks<br />
Whether you know it or not<br />
It is now equinox<br />
<br />
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I’ve lost the emotion<br />
My current plea<br />
A present notion<br />
Maybe for the better<br />
That I can no longer feel<br />
That nothing has value<br />
That it is no longer real<br />
For others so simple<br />
To trust<br />
And cast meaning<br />
So easy to fall<br />
Against whom they are leaning<br />
Time and again<br />
It seems so obscure<br />
All in its place<br />
A magical cure<br />
Like a program to start<br />
To connect to the heart<br />
To feel at the core<br />
To open a door<br />
Like a mouse in a lab<br />
The yellow cab<br />
Crosses the bridge<br />
A metallic slab<br />
A hotel in the city<br />
A six year old boy<br />
The world on his finger<br />
To love and enjoy<br />
I guess that is it<br />
All that there is<br />
Fading memories<br />
Of all that is His<br />
It is always the now<br />
In all that was once<br />
An empty reaction<br />
An auto-response<br />
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Beyond comprehension<br />
Like time and its flow<br />
With the seed of intention<br />
You decide who you are<br />
In each passing moment<br />
What role do you play?<br />
Is it joy or just torment?<br />
Infinite wisdom is at our disposal<br />
To reject all at once<br />
Or accept a proposal<br />
It’s a game, simulation<br />
Every choice that we make<br />
Whether high in the air<br />
Or enjoying a lake<br />
Ultimate truth at the heart of creation<br />
A place that is still<br />
Where all comes to cessation<br />
Perpetual movements<br />
Of body and mind<br />
Come to a halt<br />
And there you will find<br />
The answer to that<br />
Which you have been asking<br />
The ultimate truth<br />
Which you have been masking<br />
It was there all along<br />
You were too blind to see<br />
Too busy sailing<br />
This stormy sea<br />
Before leaving again<br />
One more thing I should mention<br />
Plant it here, plant it now<br />
Your seed of intention<br />
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He is sharp, he is wise<br />
He is strong and he’s bold<br />
The Magical Mule never gives up<br />
He never surrenders<br />
He is quite a chump<br />
Day in and day out<br />
He pulls his load<br />
He treads alone<br />
This lonely road<br />
The Magical Mule cannot complain<br />
If he’s feeling ill<br />
Or if he’s in pain<br />
It matters not<br />
To his masters on Earth<br />
The Magical Mule<br />
Is both blessed and cursed<br />
On the one hand he’s blessed<br />
For he’s made a living<br />
On the other he’s cursed<br />
No life and just giving<br />
Who now weeps for this Magical Mule<br />
Who has left this world<br />
A shiny jewel<br />
Who will care for this mule<br />
In a hundred years’ time<br />
Who will remember his face<br />
And know who he was<br />
Just a Magical Mule<br />
Who did not make a fuss<br />
Who followed one rule<br />
For he knows who he was<br />
In every sense of the word<br />
A Magical Mule<br />
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Swaying for hours<br />
Residing in silence<br />
Presiding with powers<br />
Clouds in formations<br />
Rising of nations<br />
Kings of the realm<br />
Mad men at the helm<br />
Up and down<br />
And love comes to town<br />
And then it comes closer<br />
And off comes your gown<br />
Then one day when you leave<br />
I then sicken and heave<br />
It then goes away<br />
A storm, light of day<br />
Consumed all by fire<br />
And a loss of desire<br />
It twists and then turns<br />
Up in flames it burns<br />
Delusions and visions<br />
Human divisions<br />
Physics in motion<br />
Exchange of emotion<br />
A heart beats in darkness<br />
And the dark does not win<br />
In the dance of eternity<br />
You are out or you’re in<br />
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So that we all could see<br />
Him in the self<br />
And you in the me<br />
It started off clean<br />
What was<br />
Was what is<br />
And continued and grew<br />
What is mine is now his<br />
The fruit from the trees<br />
The honey from bees<br />
Man is now ruler<br />
Does whatever he please<br />
Unless he does not<br />
Go forth<br />
Do some cleaning<br />
He will never achieve<br />
To understand the true meaning<br />
He has lost his direction<br />
He must make a correction<br />
And cease to make splits<br />
Into section and section<br />
There is only one<br />
There is no division<br />
What he knows to be true<br />
Has distorted his vision<br />
This is his moment<br />
A short time for laughter<br />
For eternity spans there<br />
Both before and then after<br />
No use for attachment<br />
It is all for rent<br />
The house that you live in<br />
Your car’s side dent<br />
And even your body<br />
Will once wither away<br />
And give room to another<br />
And a brand new day<br />
All you must do<br />
Is remember that you<br />
Are a part of the fabric<br />
In all that you do<br />
Who you see and you love<br />
Is sent from above<br />
To show you who you are<br />
And what you are made of<br />
Till we meet I give you<br />
A blessing forever<br />
A blessing for now<br />
And a blessing for never<br />
Please accept all that is<br />
In this type of mode<br />
And help me to write<br />
My infinity code<br />
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The more he thought about it<br />
The more he tried in vain to change the tune<br />
To change the rhythm<br />
On His schedule there is no other<br />
Violins playing a familiar song<br />
Of a man who once was and is no more<br />
Whose heart beats only for you<br />
It’s all that is left of this poor soul<br />
Just a heart and it beats only for you<br />
It is all crystal clear<br />
How a month passes, then a year<br />
How he once whispered in your ear<br />
All the things that you wanted to hear<br />
Promises left with a tear<br />
To flow on his cheek as the violins played<br />
He is hurt, he is wounded<br />
Like an animal left to gasp his last breath<br />
To welcome death<br />
To come and take him for he cannot go on living<br />
For he knows that once there were two<br />
And his heart beats only for you<br />
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<br />Omerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-40122214214361702752018-10-09T08:40:00.000+03:002018-10-09T08:40:37.849+03:00Mi hermosa japonesa / de Omer ToledanoMi pequeña japonesa<br />
Mi hermosa japonesa<br />
Me fui a dormir anoche<br />
Y pensé en ti<br />
Yo soñé un sueño<br />
Que estabas en una casa japonesa<br />
Y un nombre japones<br />
Tu cara cubierta de blanco<br />
Mi pequeña japonesa<br />
Mi hermosa japonesa<br />
Con la misma cara<br />
Y en el sueño me miraste<br />
Triste y solitario<br />
Tu estabas frente a mi<br />
Pero estabas en otro lugar<br />
Mis manos querían llegar<br />
Pero no pudieron moverse<br />
Mi pequeña japonesa<br />
Mi hermosa japonesa<br />
Te echo de menos<br />
Por favor, vuelve a mi<br />
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Omerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-57463757602365693832018-07-27T09:34:00.004+03:002018-07-27T09:35:10.616+03:00The Pure Infant / by Omer ToledanoIt has become contaminated<br />
Trying to push back the dirt<br />
I cleanse myself<br />
Almost like an infant<br />
On the day of its birth<br />
Not a spec of dust<br />
Or pollution<br />
Clean<br />
Pure<br />
No past<br />
Just dirt awaiting to latch on<br />
I re-awaken<br />
Only to find pollution<br />
And I weep silently<br />
Like a baby<br />
I long to find my way again<br />
To be in the place<br />
To be pure<br />
To be timeless<br />
Without a spec of dust<br />
Without the dirt<br />
Thrust upon me by time<br />
There I remain<br />
For you<br />
To come back<br />
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When it multiplies<br />
Does the tiny fungus gasp<br />
When it releases its tiny spores<br />
Does the flower get aroused<br />
When the bee suckles the nectar while touching its anthers<br />
Does the tree sway in ecstasy<br />
Before bearing fruit<br />
In the words of the song<br />
How does the spring know its time?<br />
Does the mountain lion question anything<br />
Before it mounts<br />
Give and take<br />
Take and give<br />
Releasing excess<br />
Recyclers of the universe we are<br />
Taking in and spewing out<br />
Magnificent creation<br />
A brief enjoyable moment<br />
A collective orgasm<br />
In eternity<br />
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What to expect<br />
In this way which I live<br />
I must pass<br />
And reject<br />
In this way which they live<br />
They come to expect<br />
What should be<br />
Must be done<br />
And how one must act<br />
In this way how they judge<br />
And draw their conclusion<br />
Based on lies<br />
Not the truth<br />
Just their simple delusion<br />
It’s how they are built<br />
It’s how they are wired<br />
So you know if you’re in<br />
So you know if you’re hired<br />
And this is the essence<br />
Of this grand design<br />
Are you with him?<br />
Or are you still mine?<br />
Either way it won’t matter<br />
The answer you know<br />
As for I with the truth<br />
Of you I let go<br />
And continue to do so<br />
Time after time<br />
And write poems about it<br />
Rhyme after rhyme<br />
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<br />Omerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-72456656727132199332018-03-09T07:57:00.000+02:002018-03-09T07:57:46.191+02:00The Formless Rabbit / by Omer ToledanoOnce there was a formless rabbit<br />
Who liked routine, order and habit<br />
Every morning went on foot<br />
And pulled a carrot from the root<br />
And this went on for quite a while<br />
This was just the rabbit’s style<br />
And so one day, the rabbit woke<br />
And saw this thing was quite a joke<br />
Pulling carrots from the ground<br />
To and fro without a sound<br />
And so the rabbit did agree<br />
That eating carrots should be free<br />
No more effort to this deed<br />
Just the planting of a seed<br />
And so the rabbit thought and thought<br />
Of everything that he’d been taught<br />
And then it came in quite a flash<br />
The rabbit knew what he must do<br />
To whip another by the lash<br />
And so the rabbit brought his friend<br />
To pick his carrots till the end<br />
But now the rabbit reigned supreme<br />
Alone atop this corrupt scheme<br />
And this continued till the end<br />
Our formless rabbit did not bend<br />
Wanted just to move ahead<br />
Blind to all as light of day<br />
Pushing sideways on the way<br />
And finally when he had topped<br />
Breathed his last breath<br />
And to death he dropped<br />
But formless rabbit was not done<br />
For now he was with nature one<br />
And quicker than he knew what hit him<br />
Faster than his lifeless rythm<br />
He looked around<br />
Began to stare<br />
Formless rabbit was now a bear<br />
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<br />Omerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-59425414625673668912018-02-12T08:19:00.001+02:002018-02-12T08:19:53.672+02:00Om is a Nut / by Omer ToledanoWhy do you complicate?<br />
You and I<br />
That’s all there is<br />
Am I wrong?<br />
I could be<br />
Maybe there’s just all that I am<br />
Maybe it’s just I<br />
I will never know<br />
For as long as I live here<br />
I will never be sure<br />
This place is a wonder<br />
I start off with questions<br />
Will they ever be answered?<br />
Can anybody truly answer me?<br />
I am one dot in space<br />
Seemingly touched by other dots<br />
Nameless, space-less<br />
Names and forms<br />
Given to them<br />
By other dots<br />
Nameless, space-less<br />
Names and forms<br />
Om is a nut<br />
Double meaning<br />
Screwed on tightly<br />
Important to the grand design<br />
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Omerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09426909919334036762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12042371.post-3226141974035234922018-01-15T08:34:00.002+02:002018-01-15T08:34:56.435+02:00The Voices / by Omer ToledanoThe voices keep telling me<br />
That I know nothing of love<br />
It tells me to stay away<br />
That I do not belong in this realm<br />
Every fiber in my being says “Don’t do this!”<br />
“Go home! Relieve yourself.”<br />
The voice tells me that it is true<br />
It is not for me<br />
It is a mess<br />
Even the strongest like yourself<br />
Fail to keep balance<br />
One big delusion created<br />
To maintain momentum<br />
Propetuation<br />
To keep the wheel in motion<br />
It is not for you<br />
Sit in the back seat<br />
And enjoy the scenery<br />
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