Intuitively Blind

Short yet concise, 
Breathed all through the norms,
Breathed all through the doubt,
Breathed all away till it came out of secularity,
This breath I speak of is only an extinguishment in presence,
Only to what converses me through my own assumption,
I bestow my wrath upon me ,
For I know not no intuition of any being other than me.

In others I seek,
And yet I mistaken each and the other,
My seek is only my imprisonment of me,
For I know no such truth that explains itself vividly,
So I broke the sought of my seek,
And remained me,
It was nevertheless a plea of silence,
Silence which floats above as below,
This empowerment of silence has subdued my ego,
And by such hands I shall no longer remain remembered,
I shall be here to witness the existence,
For I know that I’m only here to observe. 

Remember only that this text perpetuates you the will,
A will for no long, no short or no narrower path of an avert,
Gleam none’s journey,
Mistaken not your concern,
It’s only okay if it’s all gone through the dawn,
For let this reminder of your ego be,
That you’re only here to observe,
And your observation will only remain within your perceptive feelings,
And not your true one. 

-Othello D. Gomes

Dreamt Light

If ever it were a dream, 

I’d relive it not, 

As the point of having one is to not relive it, 

Will I be here?
Will I be you ?
Will I be me? 

Or will you be me? 

Why not be all at once? 

After all, it’s you and I ,

You and I,

You and I that made up this universe. 

I saw stars glimmer as brightly as the crown, 

I was quite near the end of its edge, 

If you asked whether it burnt me or not,

You’d not get an answer,

As It’s not the sort of question that needs to be answered,

The edge of the star was just meant to be seen,

All that glimmers within is not to be seen,

But to be felt & only felt. 

I ask again in a different correlative question:

Do you think it’s a dream ? 

Even if it is,

It doesn’t matter, 

Nor did it ever. 

If we all share the same energy within,

Then there’s no burning sensation meant to be felt,

So keep dreaming this everlasting effulgent dream. 

-Othello D. Gomes

The i-Sentiment

All these materials glitter through my name,
This is why I never intended to seek any fame, 
A labradorite of meaning always held my glory, 

And I never used my connotation to create a story, 

For I knew that I would only be living today, 

It’s the disciples in ignorance that are in true delay, 

Urging money and degrees yet never true to deeds,

Withstanding torture and isolation may only feed. 

But I guarantee to Ra, you will speak peace,

However, It’s only these riches that will halt you in cease. 

Can I please wake up from this nightmare ?

Why am I awake? 

Why am I walking around parallel to my body ? 

I can only get back, 

Yet I can’t move, 

Who let that figure in to my eyes. 

Friendliness or Neutrality,

 Decision shan’t be needed,

It’s the same process which calls all of us home. 

Take me around the circle of truth, 

It’s very confusing ,

So vague, 

How can I choose ?

 Rationality, 

How dare thee?

 How can I be right ? 

Is it because I’m full of ego ? 

Oh gosh ! 

I’m not real,

 So when I finally embarked on the journey of 8,

I came to realize the one is not true to all. 

Let’s take a trip to this parallel dimension, 

Once you get dropped, 

You’ll hurt your head,

It won’t be this reality, 

But once you get conscious,

You’ll recollect all the treasures,

A second death you never wished for, 

The ultimate death is knowledge.

-Othello D. Gomes

The UnLost Cause

Hinder all of this towards your way,
Not my way, but your way, but one’s way,
Have the time ready ,
When you learn to count time,
If that’s ironic enough,
Then tell me what’s freedom?
Refer not to rights,
Refer not to perception,
Refer not to rationality,
Refer not to discovery,
Neither refer to any imagination. 

You can’t see past me,
Can you ?
I didn’t tell you to,
I wasn’t the subject nor the object,
All you had to do was pick up that book,
And throw it away.
Insignificant significance wasn’t mean to be your way,
However, you didn’t know that,
You had to not know that,
Knowing nonsensical illusions weren’t your curiosity after all,
I sensed this dogma all along,
I have no control over your birdcage though,
Your bird has to remain within your grasp,
Cause that’s what you need as your sole pet. 

Take me away,
Said I never,
Take me away,
Rip off that mask that you once gifted me with,
Get out of all the barriers that you once called home,
It wasn’t ever meant to be within what was impossible,
For I told you:
Exist within, not without,
Substitute the dogma away,
You weren’t lost, anyway. 

- Othello D. Gomes

The Enigmatic Conclusion Of The Labyrinth

The arrival of the enigma,
Bestowed my contemplations,
Through the neat,
And the knot,
Do you feel the numbers now ?
The numbers we once didn’t know of?
I ask not ,
I state not,
I feel not,
I am no empath. 

Avert Not Thine Eyes,
Find the golden civilization,
For its myths shall be your light,
The process of the light gets blown,
For thy hasn’t yet fully succumbed,
So thy shall use the remaining of your last will.

You ask me what’s aesthetic,
My answer doesn’t suit your tree of knowledge,
Shed thy leaves,
Grow anew,
The doves will come and go,
So will the flying horses,
For that,
You shall cover all the revelations,
But don’t forget whose tree it is you bear.

The Enigmatic Conclusion
By Othello D. Gomes

The Nature

When I refer to nature, I don't simply refer to nature as a whole, but from a perceptive point of view, as the only nature we're most aware, and conscious of is most probably "The Human Nature", as blatant as it sounds,  it's quite true, since everything we've perceived, demonstrated , studied, invented, and imagined are all from the perspective of a human being, as we're all blatantly 'humans'. 

I know everyone has at one point wondered what the 'true' , or rational nature of reality, or the universe is, besides the system we've created to understand the elements, and fundamentals of it. It's a very thought provoking topic, which can't be simplified easily, as the root of it is simply found in the void, or in infinity - when it comes to infinity , it simply defies everything there is to all we know about the whole universe's nature. What we have come to comprehend as the nature of the universe, may essentially not be the nature of what everything, but only towards who 'we' really are, because everything we view , or comprehend comes from the individual perspective of a human being. There might not ever be any absolute truth to anything out there, no matter who, or how anyone tries to present the agenda for what they believe, and how they preach it, for it'd only show the reflection who they are, and how they function, and how they think. It's getting quite complex, right? Well, no, it's not. How one thinks shouldn't be confused with what one thinks, because no matter what the perception is of an individual remains untouched within the frequent presence of the observation. Everything is untouched, nothing is tampered with, all is just observation. It's just you, and yourself, and your eyes' reflection of reality, not the reality itself that you're actually experiencing. All you are , is just a vessel for the state of what we call "living", "experiencing" , or "feeling", nothing outside of what you believe inside this state, is close to what you think of yourself. The reason why I say this , has already been stated a few sentences back: "WE'RE JUST A FREQUENT PRESENCE OF WHAT WE CALL THE EXPERIENCE OF EVERY REFLECTION PRESENTED BY OUR OWN MIND."

While, this is quite sophisticated, it still stands strong at what it aims to convey in a certain sense of the individual. If indeed , nature is meant to have a balance between bad, and good, and have what Darwin describes as "survival of the fittest", then it goes against a lot of physical properties, when it comes to bonding, separating, and reacting to one another in the surrounding. We have discovered so much in our own sense, yet we have learn almost close to nothing in our whole lifetime as a civilization, therefore, we can't ever come to the inference that there indeed is a true "nature", much like if there was ever an "absolute truth".