Monday, October 5, 2015

120. A cycle of 17 spiritual poems

A cycle of 17 spiritual poems  

(By Costas Kyritsis 2015)

The roots of matter

At the beginning there was sound
and the sound came from the black stars

At the beginning there was sound
and the sound was towards the worlds

At the begging there was sound
and the sound was not
of the visible matter

At the begging there was sound
and the sound created the atoms
of the visible matter

At the beginning
there was the sound of my song
for not all that matters is matter.

Your medicine will be the sound  

You take your bitter pill

hoping to get better
now knowing
that you also
get worse

You take your bitter pill

from the poison of the dragon
a present from the snake's eyes

But your cure, one day

will be smooth and sweet
like the melody of a song
like the scent of a flower
like the colors of the rainbow

Your medicine will be the sound

your medicine will be the color
the sound and the color
that your own cells hide
in the depths of your aether.

The right to decide our own fate 

My dear friend

you were not born
to be a slave of money
not to  be able  to decide your fate
to let others betray your trust.

My dear friend

you were not born
to be a slave
of an ultra  rich oligarchy
to be a slave of survival
to be  a slave of a fake reality

My dear friend

you were born
to decide your own fate
and each one decide
the fate of all

My dear friend

you were born
to blossom your free will in peace and solidarity
to blossom your happiness in equality.

The invisible worlds 

We look at what we think as
our common country
that we call reality
some with horror
sometimes with bliss

But what we see

is not all matter that is
some of us already existed
in the homelands of invisible realities
in aether planets and forests unseen
with aether flowers of colors indescribable
in oceans of liquid light unseen
with skies of stars unrevealed.

It is were we come from

in our own sacred past
It is where we will return again
after we have witnessed the visible

My way was miracles 

(Recuersdos de  La  Zues)

From the planet that  I come
there are colors unknown  to you
that we see as the sunlight surfs
on aether oceans of liquid light.
From the planet  that I come

From the reality that I come
an aethereal  bright planet
our way is of miracles
miracles easy  as  your words.

From the planet that  I come
the spirit is powerful on matter
a  matter lite  transparent  
which we change as our mood 

The 3 kinds of  slavery that I met 

From my travelling in this planet

thousands of years of human adventures
I tell you I met 3 kinds of slavery
hunting the men and women.

The first was 

of the bloody weapon
of the wary tyrant
who rules
by fear and death.

But the second is subtle

a slavery impersonal
that blinds the perception
and they call it Money.
 It seem random and like neutral
but make no mistake
it is carefully designed 
by a ruthless oligarchy
that deeply down
hates the human existence

And the last kind of slavery

is miraculous and sweet
many still find in it
consolation  and power
But it is still an adultery
to the spiritual evolution of the majority
and it is exercised
mainly through religions.

The language of silence 

When all the words

will have been said
so many times
that will be enslaving chains

And all their  phrases

will have been understood
for millions of times

And people will

feel tired to speak anymore
Then a silence will come
that was waiting for eons
and the spirit will awaken
in the human minds

It will start speaking
with the speed of light
with changing imagery
different in  each mind
shared from mind to mind
millions of join  living  3D  movies
in silence and ecstasy
that covers all the planet
as a new reality
that reveals and opens
the new understanding
of everything , by everyone

The invisible Gods of Jupiter 

Two aethers higher

of our visible reality
Two frequencies higher
of our visible reality
there are planets unseen
and the stars have different colors

Two aethers higher

of our visible reality
The planet Jupiter
 is a small bluish sun
and there are planets unseen

Two aethers higher

of our visible reality
there is a civilization of Gods
on an invisible satellite of Jupiter

They look like humans

in semitransparent , lite bodies
and together with their animals and trees
they have as their only food
their  bluish sun's light.

They love each other

even without touching
and they do their miracles
as easy as we speak.

Two aethers higher

of our visible reality
 a human civilization spins around Jupiter
you may call them Gods
but they are simply
as our deeper selves, 
materialized in aether.

Ageless Existence 

My dear friend

celebrate honorably  the glory
of our deeper existence

My dear friend

celebrate with sensitivity  your mortal body
that our deeper existence wears

My dear friend

celebrate respectfully  the presence
of our divine existence

My dear friend

celebrate with joy  the ageless wisdom
of our deeper existence

My dear friend
celebrate with revelation  the consiousness 
of our higher frequency reality  existence

The earth of Julius Vern 

I have seen the earth

said Julius
and it is by far
more beautiful
that you may think.

It is not a hell 

of magma and fire
It is hollow
with oxygen inside
forests and animals
oceans and clouds

 I have seen its 

bright bluish
central sun
where there is no
day and night
winter and summer

I have seen the miracle

of gravitation reversals
and the liveliness
of the taller animals

I have seen the peace

of the inner cities
the hidden continents
behind the blue sky
and felt the feeling
of being in a vast temple

The speaking dolphin 

My friend said the dolphin 

look at the beauty 
of the water space
with the golden light
at its top

I have traveled

from continent to continent
But the humans do not
understands us
They hunt and they prison us.

I have saved many

drowning men 
and I have carried them
to the sea-shore

I talk to the wales

and you do not 
understand them too
The sea knows our songs
with the story of our races

Man oh man!

I do not have hands
I do not have legs
But I think and I whistle
in our trinary language 
I think and I whistle
the poems that I compose
for my friends

Man Oh man!

Please learn 
to speak with us
for we are 
the most sentient 
of the animals


For thousands of years

we live on this planet
in inequalities
poor and rich
superior and inferior
haves and non-haves

But I know

our future is equality
The great day 
that we will not 
use any more
money on earth
it will be 
the great celebration
of equality.

You may say I am a dreamer

but we are not alone
for many cousin civilizations
in the shining galaxies
enjoy their happy planets
without the use of money

Born in our ignorant

mortal bodies
we all deserve 
the precious equality

What we need to save

is not money
but our join consciousness
within equality
for this is
what leads us fast
to evolved happiness.

The Trojan horse called Moon 

We are looking at it

for 10 thousand years
we have fallen in love
under its silver light
we have sung it
in our poems

Too big to be

the earth's daughter
too dead to be
the earth's sister
Hollow, it is spinning
with perfect solar period
and it shows 
always on purpose
half of its face.

In Arcadia in Greece

there are still people
that they are called
pre-moon humans
for in their scripts of tradition
still remember
the ancient times
with no moon 
spinning in the sky.

Where Moon comes from?

They say it was
a companion
of the broken Phaethon planet 

My friend have faith 

 to our beautiful ancestors
that well they know the Moon
 as the Draconian  Trojan horse
but  are bravely determined 
to prevent us from  enslaving

The drinkable Oceans 

I cry

for the lost abundance
in the planet
of the drinkable water oceans

I  remember the Atlantis times

when still all the animals
where drinking from the sea.
and every little island
was a living paradise.

Black is the day

That the Anunnaki
visitors from Sirius B
of the ancient Sumerians
gave the scar to the planet earth
with white salt

All over the galaxies

still all the animals
of the oxygen living planets
still drink water
from the oceans.

Gulliver's  gift 

When Gulliver returned
from his travels in the stars
among his stories
one I loved most
as it touched 
the scar of my living

He said he went

to the evolved 
cousin civilizations
and nowhere among them
did he found one
to utilize money
or sell their time and work
for money and survival

For if they did
it would be a pity
and a slavery
of the human soul
It would be a pity
as pity is selling
ancient human slaves
It would be a pity
as pity is  selling
the body for sex. 

But they were working

for their free-will and joy
with respect for their time

My dear friend 

when shall we be
soul-sensitive enough
so as not to accept the  slavery
of the paid-work for survival?

My dear friend 

when shall we be free
to spend our time on earth
with joy and peace
only where our soul wants?

Who made the Dinos? 

Oh Oh Ahii Ahii 

Oh Oh Ahii Ahii 
The pain of earth is old
and the scars seem gone

Earth is dancing

around a rarely bright sun
and she was dressed
long time ago
by the old gardeners
with most beautiful life
with drinking water oceans 
and cool sunny forests
full of beautiful mammals
and silver rivers

But her beauty was envied

by the dying dragons
who teared apart
all her beautiful life
and forced her to dress 
the ugly artificial reptiles

The dying dragons

the artificial dragons
wanted to invent
their fake past evolution.

Till one day came

that the sons 
of the old gardeners
came back and burned the dinosaurs
beating badly the dying dragons
at the cost of their people 

So they put back 

the dress of the loving mammals
and the good looking humans

This is the story my friend

so that earth today
with a good life again
may stand among the brides
of the true and beautiful consciousness


I   feel   the silent mood of life
As the seasons go by
The cold feet of the birds
In the autumn as winter comes.
I feel the death of the autumn leaves
The fear of the small animals
If they will survive the winter

I feel the humanity’s mood
The desperation of the poor
The fear  of the war refugees
The asphyxiation of the slaves of money.

And  I feel also the warmth of the summer
In the juices of the trees
In the blood of lizards
On the skin of the birds
I feel the  forgetfulness of the people
swimming in the warm summer sea
I feel the roughness of the storms
And the wetness of the clouds.

But I find the rhythms of nature more serious
Than the rhythms of the money schedules.
So  the feelings from my own self
Are so small compared to the feelings of
Nature and humanity.
That are my living-by
And still the one that feels is not all of my self
The feelings being a proof of being alive
In the visible reality
But a not a proof that nothing else exists
So I stand on the awareness of the feelings
and I let them  flow like wind
And I stand  on the knowledge 
that life, initially sacred was created
Without all its present pray-predator pain
 in frequencies of  realms undreamed
And for the sake of this initial life
I  always discover  the divine joy in it
before it was fallen 
as life in the visible reality
A joy that appears often unnoticed
By the seekers of power of the visible  world
hidden in  nothingness  
and as common as
The game of light on waters.
And the sweet hag of the sea breeze
After a  fiery  sunny day.