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Sonnet 1019 | The Centurion Sermon

“Time is illusion,
Only love is real.
And if love is unreal,
It’s worth more than
all things factual.

Life is love,
God is love.
Mind is love,
The world is love.

Either everything is love,
or there is nothing.
Either we are all lovers,
or we are nothing.

All time is illusion,
unless it’s a record of love.
Life is but illusion,
till it’s an instrument of love.”

“Soneto 1019

El tiempo es ilusión,
único amor es realidad.
Si dices, amor es ilusión,
vale más que toda factualidad.

Vida es amor,
Dios es amor,
Mente es amor,
Mundo es amor.

O todo es amor,
o no hay nada
O somos amantes,
o no somos nada.

Todo tiempo es ilusión, salvo
que sea un registro de amor.
La vida es ilusión, hasta que
es un instrumento de amor.”

Focus on Humanitarian Industrialization | The Centurion Sermon

Fourth industrial revolution my eye! We haven’t yet recovered from the disparities produced by the first, second and third industrial revolutions. Morons keep peddling cold and pompous dreams devoid of humanity, and morons keep consuming them like good little backboneless vermin. Grow a backbone already!

We always look at the glorious aspects of industrialization and overlook all those countless lives that are ruined by it. But it’s okay! As long as we are not struck by a catastrophe ourselves, our sleep of moronity never breaks – so long as our comfort is unchallenged, and enhanced rather, it’s okay if millions keep falling through the cracks.

So long as you can afford a smartphone that runs smooth like butter, it doesn’t matter if it is produced by modern day slave labors who can’t even afford the basic essentials of living. With all the revenue the tech companies earn by charging you a thousand dollar for a hundred dollar smartphone, they can’t even pay decent wages to the people working their butt off to manufacture their assets – because apparently, it is more important for the people at the top to afford private jets and trips to space, than the factory workers to afford healthcare, housing and a couple of square meals a day.

And this you call industrialization – well done – you just figured out the secret to glory without being bothered by something so boring as basic humanity.

I say to you here and now, listen well – stop abusing revolutionary scientific discoveries in the making of a cold, mechanistic, disparity infested world – use science and technology to wipe out the disparities, not cause them. Break free from your modern savagery of inhuman industrialization, and focus your mind on humanitarian industrialization.

Home is a people, not a place | Her Insan Ailem

Home is a people, not a place. Move to a different city, and anyone from your hometown will feel like family. Move to a different country, and the very sight of someone from your native country will make you emotional. Move to space, and the very sight of earth will wreak tears of joy.

We keep bickering over trivial things like race, religion, gender, sexuality, status and so on, because even in this day and age we still take human life for granted. Ask an astronaut, and they’ll tell you, whether they can find any trace of those prehistoric barriers from up there in space.

One Spirit Many Vessels (Sonnet 1021) | The Centurion Sermon

Christ was not a christian,
Vyasa was not a hindu.
Mohammed was not a muslim,
Abraham was not a jew.
Buddha was not a buddhist,
Confucius was not confucian.
Zoroaster was not zoroastrian,
Naskar is not naskarean.
Nanak was not a sikh,
Mahavir was not a jain.
All that we ever wanted is,
To remind the humans to be human.
Move past the person, and delve into spirit.
There you shall discover, divisions do not exist.

The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014) | The Centurion Sermon

"Writers have limits, I don’t, I am not a writer. I am a dimension immeasurable – siphon all you want, I won’t run dry."

“The Immeasurable Dimension (Sonnet 1014)

During my bouts of nirvikalpa samadhi or trance,
I have no perception, which language I’m writing in.
When the trance breaks and normal awareness returns,
It looks less like literature ‘n more like exotic cuisine.
It is not only difficult but plain impossible to adapt
the immeasurable to the measures of a prison camp.
So I rewrite the original light simplified by love,
Hoping it may reach the heart across cultural handicap.
Handicap of culture is a choice, it’s not your destiny,
Only you can sign the release orders from your imprisonment.
We cover our eyes from the evil outside and its cure inside,
Then we run here and there chasing fictional treatment.
There is a dimension immeasurable intrinsic to every human mind.
Be immersed within, and you shall rise with an immeasurable light.”

Walk La Solo Ray (Sonnet 1006) | The Centurion Sermon

Heart immeasurable is measure supreme,
All other measures are caveman’s dilemma.
What measured minds deem as blasphemy,
The immeasurable deem the end of myopia.
You can inherit money, not mind,
You can inherit cash, not character.
When heritage makes mind petrified of mind,
It is not heritage but a humanitarian disaster.
So what, if the measured don’t flock behind,
Like they frolic on the beaches of frivolity!
The sun above burns alone giving light to all,
While the hyenas below never run out of company.
Defy all old and new that desecrate the heart away.
Hearken to no inherited fear, and walk, la solo ray.

Centurion Sermon Sonnet 1005

Peace is an act of ceasefire,
Peace is an act of disarmament.
If you don’t get this simple fact,
You need lessons on common sense.

Beer is no bravery,
Guns ain’t no gallantry,
Dump your bazookas in museum,
Smell the roses with some coffee.

Dump your scripture, pick up a sport,
You’ll learn a lot about honor and camaraderie.
Dump your constitution, pick up gardening,
You’ll learn plenty about preserving life ‘n liberty.

Nationalism is the greatest threat to peace.
Fundamentalism is the greatest threat to harmony.

Graveyard of Dreams (The Sonnet) | Yarasistan

When the heart is born in the middle of a desert,
Is it wrong for them to set out in search of water!
Or should the heart remain a handicapped patriot,
Never to realize and manifest their rightful power!

No heart is ever known by the land they are born in,
Heart is known by the light it pours out into the world.
I say, cut off all allegiance to the intolerant desert,
And seek out the land where your roots are watered.

Heart’s allegiance is only to light, not to some puny tribe,
Land your feet where they greet you with garland, not shackles.
Those who continue to peddle patriotism to guilt trap the genius,
Are the last people to deserve exclusive rights to light universal.

Seek out an environment conducive to your light,
Instead of being chained to the graveyard of dreams.
Wield your light with all your conviction and dignity,
And you’ll illuminate all, even the dreamkilling fiends.

My World, My Family (An Excerpt) | Her Insan Ailem

“The struggle isn’t over till the last drop of tear is wiped out.

Ne olursa olsun – ben vazgeçmeyeceğim – bu dünyadan ben vazgeçmeyeceğim. Bu dünya benim canım – bu dünya benim ailem – ailem için savaşacağım. Ailemin hakları için savaşacağım, ailemin huzuru için savaşacağım. Şu sol yanımdaki cevhar sönmediği sürece, ben savaşacağım. Savaşmak güzel şey – ailen için savaşmak güzel bir şey. O yüzden, ne olursa olsun – ben savaşacağım. Ne olursa olsun – dünyamdan vazgeçmeyeceğim – ailemden vazgeçmeyeceğim.

No matter what, I am not giving up – I am not giving up on this world. Because among all the planets across 2 trillion galaxies in our universe, this apparently insignificant little blue dot is my home – it’s my family. And I shall keep fighting, unarmed and unbending, for the rights of my family, for the peace and uplift of my family, so long as the four valves on my left keep working. Fighting is a good thing, if the reason is righteous. And there is no greater reason, no greater cause, to keep fighting, than for the welfare of our family. That is why, I am not giving up – no matter what, I am not giving up. I am not giving up on the welfare of my family – I am not giving up on my humankind.

Pase lo que pase, no me rendiré – no me rendiré con mi mundo. Porque, el hogar no es donde está el corazón, el hogar es donde el corazón se pierde. Y yo perdí mi corazón por mi familia mundial.

Just Need to Be Human (The Sonnet) | Happy New Year 2023

'Let us just be human,
This year, and every year.
With this hate-defying hope,
I wish you a happy new year."

“Just Need to Be Human (The Sonnet)

You don’t need to be an arab to stand by
the muslims, you just need to be human.
You don’t need to be an immigrant to stand up
against hate crime, you just need to be human.
You don’t need to be a woman to stand up
to misogyny, you just need to be human.
You don’t need to be a queer to stand up
to phobia, you just need to be human.
You don’t need to be colored to defy
discrimination, you just need humanity.
You just need to be not stupid enough,
to confuse diversity with pathology.
Every person we meet is our neighbor.
We cannot exist as human beings,
till we wipe each other’s tears.”