Practical poetry

Practical poetry

The same method in different situations:
there is one whom you hate
and one who you miss.
You simply begin to love
who you hate.

When you love, your thought
run to him,
a bit overtaking him
and come back to you
as feeling of love too,
and makes you...not happy
but calm.
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Time heals,
but if you're in a hurry,
Use love.
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If you want to stay with me,
you must stay yourself,
you must choose
between me and you,
You.
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I cannot love two,
I can love only me
or you.
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sometimes i miss something
so muuuuch
I think ... maybe it s a sex,
but no
i think ... maybe it s love
but no
I check,
put to my mouth the piece of garlik
Ohhh ahhh
what bliss.
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Tears of love
will not mix
with other,
Tears of love
are sweet.
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Two ways to get peace,
first to spit to own ego
and continew to talk with him,(her),
and other, more hard but more good:
to foget about itself for sweet reality surounded you,
for these flowers, for these trees, for these cats and dogs...
fogeting itsef, foget your ego.
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When Shakti is happy,
every girl is happy.
When Shiva is happy,
every men is happy.
When any girl is happy,
I am happy.
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We are endless

Once I was walking,
traveling
inside of myself,
I reached the tips of my hairs.
I thought that it is the end,
the end of me.
But suddenly I saw
in front of my eyes
the tips of my own fingers,
the fingers of my feet.
We are endless.
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:) I m going like along thin thread
with two borders:
happiness and sorrows.
It is the stable state,
the calm breathing.

Even if I fall down,
it is enough to learn
and to know:
the difference of both.
The difference of breath.
We are greedy when fall be happy
and hold air inside,
trying to keep happiness,
not to lose.
And we lose.
And we hold air out,
we stay without air,
ready to fight.Awake.
And we get pain.
Both are illusions:
happiness and sorrows...
and all this life
till we are afraid
to fall :)
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Rain lasted for three days,
hot bath,
listening to the rain.
recall
today
when the rain died down a little,
two gardeners have come into my garden
to my invitation

Two Arabs,
very courteous,
caring, intelligent,
know their business.
I fell in love with one,
the one who is to be vaccinated
my tangerine tree.
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Last autumn of life.
Not up of love.
Breaths count.
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