”Existence, consciousness and bliss are the longings of the human heart.
“Ananda, bliss, is the contentment of heart attained by the ways and means suggested by the Savior, the Sat-Guru.
Chit, true consciousness, brings about the compete destruction of all troubles and the rise of all virtues.
Sat, existence, is attained by realization of the permanency of the soul.
These three qualities constitute the real nature of man.
All desires being fulfilled, and all miseries removed, the achievement of Paramartha (the highest goal) is made.”
~ extract from ‘The Holy Science’
quiescent heart ushers bliss
whence we see we’re all of this
form and the unmanifest
in God Who’s always at rest
in form we have sensations
caused by soundless vibrations
when our will to God we bend
in staid stillness we transcend
rest knowing conceptual
getting to the factual
enabled when we let go
of the maverick ego
we exist beyond space-time
where yet resounds bliss beat’s chime
truth of Self, simple and stark
is our true Self is God’s spark
Categories:
19, spiritual,
Form: Jueju
19.3
“Where is past and future,
or even present?
Where is space, or even eternity?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Brahman or God, The Absolute
Luminous darkness, alone is
Motionless beyond space and time
Universe birthed by His bliss fizz
All worlds are then but mere bubbles
Reflecting God’s luminescence
Illusionary is ego
Light of Self is our quintessence
God is the light who lights all lights
Consciousness ~ one energy field
Each God-spark mirrors His heartbeat
Merging with source when fully healed
Holding firm awareness of Self
Thus immanent and transcendent
In but not of this dream like world
We are always bliss resplendent
Categories:
19, spiritual,
Form: Quatrain
MORBID-19
Gain of function? *
Fauci says it's fiction **
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Globalist propaganda
What's their agenda?
Trusting the media
I welcome mRNA
Second shot
Side effects appear
Should I mutineer?
As I wrangle my fear
The next jab I cheer
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I feel an intense pain
Clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
Notes:
* Gain of function (GOF) is research to make a pathogen x10 to
x100 times more dangerous than normal.
** Anthony Fauci; infectious disease expert, director of NIAID,
funded Coronavirus GOF research in Wuhan lab in China.
Categories:
19, funny, humor, irony,
Form: Quatrain
A soldiers Plight:
War evil Orders
to murder the innocent
subjugate morals
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
Categories:
19, 11th grade, allusion, anger,
Form: Haiku
Through the clouds
Another step, another step...
To summit together
As a group of friends.
Legs may tremble,
Heads will hang
But through the clouds
We shall ascend.
Can't turn back,
Don't look down
Raise your gaze
To meet the crown.
Another step, another step
Till we rest between summit and sky,
For us, for friends,
We walk as one with steady stride.
Categories:
19, 12th grade, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Written: June 12, 2025, for Contest by Brian Strand
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Categories:
19, analogy, water,
Form: Haiku
Spring Sun Hiku 19
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blazing flame in s y
d-r-a-w-n by winged chariot
sprinkles greens on e .a. r. t. h.
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Categories:
19, earth, green, sky, spring,
Form: Haiku
As 365 days pass,
I still look at the same moon glistening over the same ocean
I still hear your soft laughs in my head,
I can still see some of our broken faded memories,
As I keep coming back I keep remembering,
All those restless nights and happy days,
I would die just for those 365 days.
Categories:
19, 10th grade, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
dawn breeze
sunrise surprise ~
prancing peacock
Categories:
19, bird, morning,
Form: Haiku
She snaps like a brine tendon,
spilling embryo chords across the basalt shelf.
Tongues of nacre split her sides,
each vertebra strung with gravid silence.
Kelp-blind, she threads the continental rift,
her fingernails seeded with unfinished continents.
Magma foams in the pouch of her pelvis,
grinding up vowels like crushed coral.
Categories:
19, allegory, america, angel, animal,
Form: Concrete
how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort
of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art
comes close to curing spiritual sores.—
but even it leaves quite untouched the cause.—
able only to act as numbing gauze,
art is the first of many guarded doors,—
engraved on its threshold,—and colorfast—:
“seek you now to enter your wounded past?”
Categories:
19, anger, emotions, feelings, grief,
Form: Italian Sonnet
A DAY TO REMEMBER
(COVID 19)
It is said everyday,
When God created this land,
He visited the land everyday,
He returned every night to rest as his demand,
One month for a dozen to another chapter, darkness covered the entire world, on the special day of God, which was Sunday.
A giant archenemy with his Excalibur and Shaft killed 128,343 people, the rest cannot be mentioned.
That was when the virile of the world became weak from that day,
Heroes and miniature were being penned like animals, including the Presidents as lockdown was declared,
When did paradise became hell,
When did our own land became our enemy,
Grotesque, troll, Mighty trees and it infant corn were completely pulled out as it fell,
The effect and cause was known but its cure was anonymity.
This poisonous poignant bell kept on sounding and gallant and mogul were falling like an ant at the sound of its bell
It was a day to remember, for it reminded the world of the pain of agony
Categories:
19, dark, death, earth, evil,
Form: Ballad
Pow! the pale powder pumps power into
The pastor’s panicked pulse. Peeing his pants,
He pulls his parcel and pitter-patters
To the piss-pot, paying his penile penance.
Categories:
19, corruption, drug, giggle, humor,
Form: Alliteration
Number 19
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I am having a real doubt
While typing
Coughing my lungs out!
Number 20
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Oops I passed this day's deadline
I hope the prize will still be mine?
Categories:
19, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
Waiting for
alarm to go off
eyes to open
coffee to perk
shower to heat up
razor to charge
sunrise
toast to pop
the dog…
The dryer to stop spinning
The cereal to soften
The weather
Searching for
the other sock
The dog’s leash
My rain jacket
A poop bag
My keys
My glasses
That phone
Categories:
19, humor, morning,
Form: List
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