Rain trickled down my window as dark clouds embraced the sky. I began to sing a song of gloom as the thunder crackled behind flashes of electric. I could feel deep within my chest a burning flame.

I opened the window and climbed out into the rain. Taking a deep breath I began to walk down the dark wet road and since then I have never stopped.

By : Mikial Kenneth Millard

Copyright march 2018

No copying allowed.




I’m sensitive to the point,

That if you look at me,

Or don’t look at me at all,

Tell me not to speak,

Or don’t speak to me at all,

Ignore my text,

Or ignore my call,

Whether what you did was an accident,

Or you’re unaware that you did anything to make me fall,

It will alter my mood,

It will corrupt my mind for the entire night,

And it will send my emotions into an uncontrolled flight.


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Strength Is Not Defined

Strength cannot truly be defined, but I have learned that it comes from within. The greatest mountains to conquer are ourselves. No externality in adversity if mind is over matter. Life is what we make it, is it not? Struggle and adventure are intertwined, two poles differing only in degree. We do not need to define strength, we need only define ourselves.

Mikial Millard

Copyright feb 2018

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The Serpent Eating Its Tail

I am whatever I choose to become.

A person is a star bound to a mountain.

Hot & cold, Night and day, infinite & finite
All are the same but differ in degree.
Where on the scale does hot end and cold begin ?

The words of the master come swiftly to the ears of the
student who is ready to understand.

These words are not mine, but within me they reside.

Mikial Kenneth Millard


The Walk

Grey light flowing from the glimmer of an alien moon. I walk in the darkness under trees which sing when the wind blows. One foot in front of the other I become something the past would not blink to see. Waves of life pass over my face as the strings of fate softly sound in the distance.

by Mikial Kenneth Millard

copyright May2017

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BLIND (Blank Verse)

Long silk of darkness to blind
Hearts thirst of light like water
Reaching shores artificial they see
Not light or darkness but beyond.

by Mikial Kenneth Millard AKA AEABIAA
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Copyright Aug 19 2016
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Transcending All That Is Mind

Meditation is much more than relaxing & clearing the mind. Indeed it is also more than knowing the self or connecting with a higher nature. Meditation at its highest level is the striving to attain the original state of existence. It is that which put forth the first vibrations of consciousness that rippled within the entirety and gave forth the multitude of lesser states of consciousness (it is debatable whether lesser states of consciousness are actually such or whether the lowering of such is only an illusory effect produced by the mind. This is also highly probable for the separation of minds & consciousness.). Of all things known three states can be agreed upon as the basis of our reality, the material, the energy & the consciousness. Of these three most great minds agree that consciousness is of the highest & the most elusive. It is as difficult to control the mind as it is to control the wind & so to is it just as hard to study the varying levels of consciousness (Especially the higher ones) without ones self transcending all levels in order to necessarily be in an observational vantage point. One cannot properly study what is on high unless one becomes eye level with that which is raised.

Meditation can be used as a vehicle of consciousness transcendence. It has been said that all is mind. If indeed all is mind then in order to properly study consciousness one would need to transcend the trappings of the mind. The mind and it’s five senses are enjoyed by many but the sensational extremes of the senses which humans are drawn to serve as a permanent distraction from the natural progression of humanity from its current lower state to something much greater. I have heard many teachers exclaim that meditation is the only worthy pursuit & I understand where they are coming from. Meditation, can be a vehicle to elevate ones self to almost unthinkable levels of awareness if practiced correctly. These few individuals who reach such high levels of consciousness & wisdom benefit humanity greatly. As they say a rising tide raises all ships.

It is difficult to put words to something that is beyond things & barely attainable by thought, something you cannot truly study, touch, taste & see. I find that the word consciousness while understood for its meaning is not worthy of that which we are speaking. To know this is to understand the steepness of the mountain seekers of wisdom climb. Meditators whether they know it or not have opened the door to an unknown path that leads to a greatness that is beyond perception but can be known through experience which becomes wisdom. I hope these shared thoughts resonate with someone out there. I have been on a long journey of raising my consciousness, leaving behind material desires in pursuit of a higher state & yet trying to balance that with what is expected of me as a being in this world where lower states of consciousness are praised & materialism is the most widely taught tradition. Be well my good friends, I will write again & I wish you well in all of your pursuits.

An Ever Advancing Being I AM

Copyright April 2016
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First We Walk

It is by my heart that our hands quiver
staring into the sunset
a thousand eternities too far
Dreaming of walking upon the flames of the Sun
Only then absolute freedom from all material bounds would seem real.

By Mikial Kenneth Millard aka AEABIA
Copyright April 2016
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Poem theft will be met with severe legal consequences.