bringing devilish back...lol...there goes the neighborhood...

Hey you. 

Yes, I know, It's All about me, me, me…

And I am here, there and everywhere…  And if you know one of me…you ought to know all of me…Right?

(Umm…well…er…squirm…however, my walls are painted with a different design…it's a mural out of this world…wanna see it?  Well, what are you waiting for…read on…)

Psst.  Here is a secret.  My walls are not all that but hey…if I don't do my own advertising, who will? 

But you know what?  These walls…my beautiful walls are all that divides us…think about the many rooms of any house.  If you knock down all the walls, what are we left with?  Yes…Nothingness…but hey…as we all know…rooms and walls serve a purpose right…? 

Now.  I am guessing you want to know about my purpose?  Um…I think I've many…(there is this one room in my house…a multi-purpose room….and I've done everything under the sun in this room…from eating to dancing  to er…sea weed baths…:-)
 
And to fulfill the many purposes of life…I came with an inborn skill…a survival art…the art of foraging under bushes for berries.  

Well, duh…how else am I going to revitalize myself to roam around Planet Earth…?

Lol.  Kidding.  But seriously, sometimes I wished this was true…

Dreams. Schremes….

Yep.  Stone age is no longer in style…so I had to find other means of survival…acquire other skills  (and now I am working in the accounting cave….nope…not the universal accounting kind) to help steer my boat into horizons…you know…instead of drifting off aimlessly…(not that drifting around is a bad thing…in fact…there are days when I drift around to nowhere..)


But before you feel sorry for me…let me hasten to assure you…I'd rather be the glamour in the job than the job shining for me…you know what I mean…?

And when I am not shining on the job, I shine at home and everywhere I go, sowing seedlings of happiness along the way.

And then there is my poetry.  I used it to convey my thoughts to myself…and it's something I don't mind sharing with my world… 

I also use poetry to worship the divinity in others.

People inspire me.  All the time.  And if I don't worship them, who will?  So there. 

What's in it for me?  That's elementary, my dear Watson.  Elementary.  Exactly.  Why does it always have to have something in it for me before I get motivated?  Sheesh. It's all about me, isn't it?  Lol.

Deep breath.  Okay.  Now for my philosophy.  Let's just say if you are not wakko, you will soon be.  And if you are indeed wakko, you will be transported to sanedom faster than the speed of light. Lol.  You think I am kidding? 

And in between my philosophical ramblings, poetic scrawls, shining on the job, pampering my family, etc. etc.  I also write…umm…romance novels…so far….  A universal book is my next one…so can you imagine the madness that will float out of that one…lol…

Now…for some poetry.  What is that anyway?   I think it abounds all around us and not only in words.  It's that molding of anything into art form…to thrill the senses….and bring harmony to the mind, body, soul… whether its melody is happy or sad…(yes…my job has been transformed into poetry too…)


(Here is a short sample of my word poetry.  This one aims to empower the goddess within all feminine walls…er..some masculine ones too…
 

Goddess Rising

While the rest of her world is totally asleep

She lifts the skirt of Dawn to rise from the deep

Fully awakened, she gently nudges the unborn awake

Totally ready for the contractions as Earth begins to quake

She is the Goddess within your wall

Pretty soon she will make her call

She is not out to change the universe

Only to help us to become more diverse…


And now for masculine empowerment…ah…for my favorite mythological God…
 

Fixated on Krishna

Here is one for Google.  
 

Google loves Me!  (I still don't believe it!!)

I risked getting drowned in effort and sweat

Riding the awesome waves of the Internet

Hitch-hiking on this information highway

The only way to see life's scenic byways

Success eventually slowed on a mount

I got lost more times than I could count

Blindly, I reached out for a guiding star

Only to be flung into your fetching car

Super orbiting, way faster than all stars

I was soon on a sailing trip to Mars

Your magic boat took me to many places

Golden Egypt and many other faces

You tried to go all the way on our first date

I couldn't hold back, it was my great fate

For me, it was love simple and pure

Of your return love, I was so sure

All went well until I wanted to taste fame

By asking to get linked to your spotless name

And then you seemed to lose interest

Leaving me empty and depressed

Eventually, you showed up dragging your bot

I was beginning to see I was not so hot

You didn't care for me on the outside

You were after my umm…yes… yummy inside

On my site you left your ads, mere presents

But I would rather have your presence

Please show me that you care only for me

Index me in your heart for all the world to see

Testing, testing, one, two, three…
Okay world, go ahead, Google me

Amy Ramdass…Goddess Realm Poetry

So here is to looking at the world from the outside in… 
Everthing is not as it appears to be……
Come fly on the wings of my poetry
and sail your spirits free…

Pandora Box

And now for an interesting quote from R.B.  (I am facinated with this one…perhaps because I want to believe there is free will as well as determinism on our time bound plane…)  Okay…here goes…

“Don't turn away from possible futures before you're certain you don't have anything to learn from them.”

And on this note, I want to let all of you, each and everyone of you know that my door here in cyberspace is open.  Walk right in and make yourself at home.  I promise I will reject no one. 
However (~_*) there may be times when my maintenance will be low on some of you…and there will be wear and tear, etc. etc…so if you don't mind any of that…add me to your world…

Here is looking at the world from the outside in… 
Everthing is not as it appears to be……
Come fly on the wings of my poetry
and sail your spirits free…


and…if you need more of me…

I keep a record of my bla, bla, blas here on Gaia

or visit my website

http://www.amyramdass.com/