Note of Thanks

Thank you to everyone who has been reading for the past month.
I have had a few choice words and put up some Poetry, but in the next month I will be changing it up. For the Past three Months through Meditation I have come up with a few questions and opinions. If we have hung out in that time then you are already aware of them. Many of them are very much part of the 12 Universal truths. Obviously they come from a very spiritual place and if you have firm ideals or beliefs they may Challenge you. Trust that all I am doing is helping myself further my own spiritual understanding and that anything I say comes from a place of Unconditional Love.
Learn. Live. LOVE.

Pieces of Mr Munish's: The Saga continues...

This city was big with it's Buildings and Sky trains, now it's so small I can't escape the material pains. A young green man with master plans has grown into a sage who understands his mortal ways. Human beings tell me I care to much try
Make me wonder why I should give a fuck.
I love so much
I love so much
Soldiers tell me that I should not fuss
Still this warrior of the light battles on
Listening to the song of his cosmic all.
*******

Dear Innocent Boys

Never stop loving.
Even when she breaks your heart don't stop believing in love. Your going to question why, going to hurt more then you ever thought you could, but don't make others pay. Don't hold back. You are going to want to, you are going to want to be right, but choose to be Happy. Because even if you are right you can still feel crappy. Be the best you can be, don't question what if she'll leave me? If you gave your best, there is no such things as tests. Love to your limit and push through it, cause even when it hurts, you will realize your worth. And when you grow and become a man it will be a woman who holds your hand.

(This is true for the innocent Girls as well)
*****
No more words of Pain, my heart won't let me.
No need to dwell on how one can be wronged, it is a sad forgettable song.
Life has it's lessons and some of us don't listen. So we get stuck on repeat making easy lessons large feats.
No more complaining and goodness saking. Our lives should be filled with purpose not deconstructing what hurt is.
I have a divine love inside me, healing the world with my goddess beside me.

*****
He paces back and forth with an inferno that rises inside him.
Visceral sounds escape his breath
His scale like skin a fiery red.
Like the God Shiva he wants to set the world a blaze, torch it to a crisp so new life can exist
He is no Mythical creature still he is born of holy ether.
He is only a being of purpose on a journey to find what is worth is.

Cosmic Inceptions. Continuation of Elevation.

For anyone who doesn't know me or has not seen me in a while.
I have begun my second spiritual journey, don't get me wrong I believe that I am in/on one great magical and amazing cosmic Journey, but there are moments in your life when things stick out and you know that life simply can not go back to how is was. The first time this happen to me I was nearing the end of my twenty second year. I was introduced to some wonderful gifts. Edgar Cayce, the Bhagavad Gita, and chanting. It was when I begin to realized that maybe the outside world is a reflection of my internal world, that if I believe I have a soul, I should let my soul shine through for that is the strongest and purest part of me. These few but very important realization began to change my life. I changed majors in University, I began doing what makes me happy. Of course being only in my early/mid twenties I was still very attached to outcomes and expectations so only allowed myself to learn a few lesson. I mean come on, I'm in my mid 20's, I wanna party, hang out with friends, chase girls, and LIVE! So I continued with my life becoming better, but not great. But now my Cosmic lovers, brothers and sisters I am picking up where I left off. Much of what I will share will have a common theme, but it is no matter.
Live. Learn. LOVE.


Confusion

Confusion in Illusion is time consuming.
When you live life in pain,
How can one not feel insane?
Placing your life in emotional categories
Is how you live a Tragic story
Anger, Pain, Feeling Betrayed
Believing in these words will lead your life astray
Finding purpose in life may seem "hard"
But if you learn to love unconditionally
You will be free of any misery.

Angel

My Sweet little Angel know I love you
At times it will feel life only offers burden
Accept it's a gift
You can do whatever you wish with it
You may feel stuck in the mud
I will be there to rescue you my love
In our constant Journey we call life
The divine Mother give us what we call Strife
She does this not give us pain but to help elevate us to a higher plain
My Sweet little Angel do not fear any dark,
always embrace the light in your heart
And by chance you are ever stuck in the grey
You can depend on my love to help guide the way.


Soulful love of mine
We do not exist in time
Our love is connected forever
Both of us know there is no other
This Divine connection only has one Shape
It is you my mate
Love me my Goddess
It seems so foolish to ask
All I will ever do is love you back.

Great love
She holds him close before she lets him go
Her Prince has Chosen a sacrifical road
His divine Mother and Father look upon him.
It will be Eons before he returns to them.
With one last embrace he lets his love go
Falling into an infinite cosmic black hole
Giving his grace for the sake of creation
Driven only with the knowing she loves him.

Lion
He roams the Savannah looking at the stars
Knowing he has come from so far
He roars to a distant galaxy
She is prying come back to me
This King has chosen his Destiny
He loves her that's all that matters
For now however he must roam the Savannah

You are the meaning of my creation
The Goddess who tames me

You should read this Family, Friends and All others.

HOOOLLLLLLLA! Wow, you 're actually reading this? Awesome! Thanks! Some of you might be worried about what I am about to say, and some of you will be but for reasons I can't control. All I really want to say is that in my pursuit to become an enlightened soul, a better artist, and all around better person. I have decided I have to let go of certain views that I have been taught are important. In short I am letting go, not "caring" (not in that apathetic way) I have always wanted to tell stories and express viewpoint as an artist but I have always worried about what others might think. If it was good enough. Had meaning. Afraid to offend someone or worried I will hurt someone's feeling, but in the end it seems I end up offending myself and hurting myself and no one else. So I came across this realization if I am the world and the world is me, then I need to learn, grow, and not limit myself. So in the coming months and for the rest of my life, I will no longer carry any Chains. I will write, I will perform, and I will teach without worrying about what others think. I will simply Create. Finish what I start and live through my open heart. No I will not be sharing deep dark secrets that dear loving friends have told me or naming names of people who have "hurt" me, but I'm not living in concern or worry any more and honestly neither should anyone else. One must simply Care and Do. Caring only requires Love. Unconditional love and if you love unconditionally then truly nothing can ever hurt you. Don't let your Ego tell you anything different.:) Much love Munish Sharma

The Drunk poem

That's right folks.
One night after some badass partying, on my drive home I started to recite this poem in my head and when I got home I remarkably wrote it all down. Munish Sharma PRESENTS!!!!!! (drum roll please)

The DRUNKIN Poem!!!!!

Drivin in your car holdin up your hand.
You're covering your face think of a man.

You don't understand
He doesn't comprehend

Your fight back tears
He's holdin other hands.

Your friends tell you innovative ways to diss em.
Your just sitten there thinkin how much you miss em.

You can't do this anymore

You gave her one chance
She took 4.
Face it brother your girls a whore.

You give her reason that she ignores.
You stand there foolish openin up her doors.
You could spend the rest of your life
Given her your core
She stand there heartless
Expecting more

Face it you can't do this anymore.

He needed space
She let him go
Now she dates men who turn out to be bores.
She'll git her thrills
They might suffice
But she knows it's him who will love her through the night.

You can't do this anymore

We got our stories
We want the best
But you got to be willing to separate your heart form your chest.

For Her

I wanted to write something beautiful about you.
To honor you.
To have something in writing that the world could read.
So a man would feel threatened and love a woman better. So a woman could read these words and believe someday there will be words such as this for her.
My dear I could not paint a picture or string together two sentences.
I consulted books from Sufi's, recited Tagore and listen to Shakespeare.
Nothing, nothing would help me.
So I closed my eyes and thought of you.
My mind screamed, "Describe her beauty! Use the image in your minds eye and write it in to lines!"
My pen touches the paper.
Then my heart spoke firmly, " Hair, Eyes, Lips, Face, Body, all of this is ever changing. Speak from within me and tell her why she is Amazing!"
My heart began to entice me to write what I was feeling.
Still the pen would not kiss the paper because it felt misleading.
Then the Spark that I call my Soul began to bellow," Feelings are Fleeting your emotions rise and fall. Tell her what is constant. The rest is all none sense."
Then quietly with no more confusion this is what I penned

You are mine and I am yours.

Yes, I know it is simple. One sentence that took 3 seconds to scribble.
But my love in those seven words live my entire world.

You are mine and I am yours.

Dark hair

She made your hair form the night.
There is a part of the world that is cursed in light because she saw it fit that on your head it should sit. The night.
The sensual love creating hours, when man and woman both live in dreams.
So long and flowing making shapes of the ocean.
As a child I would fear the dark, but this dark has tugged at my heart.
True, I don't know were this will lead, but when that sun begins to set and the darkness takes of over. I wish to braid my fingers in it my lover.
Then comes that feeling that keeps lingering.
I hold it at bay tell the break of day, but when the sun begins to dip it comes back like a sickness.
Her Hair was made from the night, but it is I who will hold her tell the morning light.