An iridescent streak
bifurcates the obsidian
dome,
A incandescent voyager
accelerating through the
obscurity,
Relinquishing its grand,
celestial habitation,
To dissolve into a ephemeral,
luminous fragment.
Conflagrating magnificently
across the absolute infinity,
It manifests with fierce,
unadulterated dedication,
Exchanging its permanent,
prehistoric illumination,
To bestow an instantaneous
warmth upon our souls.
For what is preservation
within the remote cosmos,
Juxtaposed against this
singular encounter in your
presence?
I would joyfully witness the
ancient firmament
disintegrate,
To participate in this fleeting,
majestic trajectory.
Like that radiant anomaly, I
surrender my entirety,
Content to completely
dissipate, if our devotion
remains absolute.
The morning sun awakens in
your eyes,
And banishes the shadows of
the night,
The golden beams illuminate
the skies,
To fill my quiet world with
sudden light.
No treasure held within the
deepest sea,
Nor silver moon that sails the
midnight air,
Can match the peace your
heart brings to me,
Or compare to a grace so
pure and rare.
Through every shifting
season, cold or warm,
Your gentle hand remains my
steady guide,
A silent refuge from the
wildest storm,
When I am standing safely by
your side.
As long as stars shall walk the
endless sky,
My heart is yours, until the
oceans dry.
There is purity of strength
In human emotional vulnerability
Once the protective human mask is removed
Exposing the ‘real’ truth and honesty
Humans are afraid to be completely authentic
To openly show what is ‘truly’ inside heart and soul
Knowing reproach or judgement
May be forthcoming, confronting and out of your control
Emotional vulnerability is the raw, absolute truth
The truth that hides and sleeps behind the mask of pretence
It takes great courage to willingly unmask and bare ones soul to another
AND
Give yourself permission ….to free that honest , raw and absolute truth with consent
The president of Venezuela
was smoking a long panetela,
but troops were instructed
to have him abducted,
so Trump is now having a gala.
He thinks he has absolute power
and can make the world tremble and cower.
But it’s all a huge risk
and backlash could be brisk.
It could lead to his darkest hour.
"Nothing but the truth"
The truth is not located in the left, the center, the right or the extremities.
It is above politics, ideologies and dogmas.
It doesn't care about my or your opinions and perspectives.
You can believe in leprechauns all you want. You are incapable of altering the truth in the slightest.
The truth is one, objective and universal. It is found above my or your subjective beliefs.
The truth is a sacred ideal of the higher planes of existence.
Like an untainted holy grail of blinding astral light that no mental perversion or falsehood can defile.
The truth cannot be approached by faith, but through true logic with common sense or by personal experience of it.
As a part of life,
there are things
You may learn to accept without understanding,
and understand without accepting.
They exist, woven into the fabric of life.
You made peace with their presence,
whether through acceptance or comprehension.
But not through conviction.
For conviction demands both:
acceptances and to understanding,
not as a compromise,
but as absolutes.
The gamut of space is unmeasured
as future projectory durations are futile
for the present
time is a provocative presence
with their backs to the wall
subjecting humankind
a balance with the course of its nature
having the incessant tock that ticks many off the wall
that faces trade with theirs
and that soulless thing of their objection
where lies a litany of unfinished deadlines
leaving these higher-ups against the wall
sharing their objections
whining that the clock had run out of its time
—preposterous
the vacuum of time is indefinite
there is no beginning
there is no ending
mayhaps the time of the day had expired
and if it be so
then there will always be a tomorrow
—time permitting
From this man's perspective I find
the problem with society
I would say is mankind
the most dangerous animal on earth
also and for what it's worth
don't believe me take a look
too many followers of F'book
the absolute epicentre
of disinformation
of sanity an aberration
the CEO (almost) single-handedly
destroyed civilised society as we once knew it
and after his self-confessed wrongdoing
it's beyond my ken
why anyone would subscribe to it
a wise man he once said to me,
'Neither a follower nor a leader be'
yet if they take to wade or wallow in your wake
it's their choice to make
resting in subjective awareness pure
one without a second, we alone are
living light eternal and heart demure
all worlds are within, not somewhere afar
we dwell in space-time as also beyond
our pristine essence is subtler than space
we are the gong Om to which we respond
we’re both giver and receiver of grace
we are the darkness, we are the sunrise
untouched by contrasts, we alone exist
we conceal then reveal to feel surprise
all hearts pulsate in us as a bliss mist
not this or that, we’re consciousness itself
both the stillness and movement kinetic
we’re the undivided non dual Self
we are love and light, our heart magnetic
know as false, all worlds that are manifest
the pulse dual is but an illusion
thought forms swirl around but we are at rest
as luminescence free from delusion
he stands in his suit,
blue tie hanging like a noose,
smiling with dead teeth,
signing papers that send
another man, another woman,
into the dirt.
our governor knows
there is no afterlife—
he isn’t sending them to heaven,
he’s sending them to rot.
if he believes in the Bible,
he’s forgotten the line:
thou shall not kill.
no grey area, no loophole.
he pretends justice,
but it’s only blood on his hands.
death is not justice.
it’s silence,
it’s the shutting of doors
that never reopen.
it should weigh
like iron on his skull,
like stones in his gut.
but the man eats your steak
with no indigestion,
wipes his mouth with his hand.
what does his wife see
when she lies beside him?
does she hear the whispers
of the buried,
the cries of mothers?
and worse—
he sharpens her name
for the next ballot,
preparing her face
to be plastered on walls.
unwanted, unloved,
another mask of power,
another hand raised
to press the button,
to pull the lever,
to kill again
who would kill again and again,
for ten million dollars.
having been, seen and therefore known
the truth of consciousness full blown
as substratum of existence
etch if you will, our words on stone
there is no space, hence no distance
beheld when we shed resistance
seen in plain sight with our soul’s eye
recognised with God’s assistance
consciousness, the absolute I
is so dense even light can’t ply
energy intense tightly packed
omnipresent, so feels each sigh
each pulse vibrationally tracked
creation here-from is exact
wherefrom the universe appears
as God His will does so enact
Small things become
large in a life at times,
appointments made
that hang like a sentence
over one's head,
incarcerating you in fear
for a week or more.
A pain that won't go away
growing into a dozen
self diagnosed causes,
some serious, some benign
until you remember
straining to lift
a heavy pot
yesterday or the day before.
Then there are all
the “what ifs” that invade
the mind when you are trying
to get to sleep, a whole
catalogue of outcomes graded
from the unfortunate
to the absolute worst,
one of which is bound
to come true, ruining
your plans or causing you
to be carted off in a hearse.
And even when you find
a quiet corner somewhere
in your life where
a little sunshine comes
shining through, it's always
short-lived when you convince
yourself it just can't be true.
No facades needed
for my love to prosper.
True nature lights the spark
that ignites my heart’s wick.
To keep the candle burning bright
all that’s desired is love and faith
accented with shared laughter
as our days go by.
No strings attached,
no fine print to be found.
My love is yours for the taking,
unconditional and everlasting.
Our journey is long, so be strong,
our resolve firmed by the Om gong,
that thus thinning out the ego,
divine aligned we do no wrong.
Let love laced be the seeds we sow,
seeing God in our fiercest foe,
poised as awareness self-aware,
free from desires, our thought flow slow.
Once with the vibrant void we pair
and ego cravings we outstare,
starved of attention, it soon dies,
light of Self shines, naked and bare.
We see the truth with our own eyes,
reality mind cannot size,
completion beyond space and time,
transcendence beyond scripture’s lies.
One with oneness, we hear love’s chime,
heartbeat of God, a sublime rhyme,
a golden globe, in which we merge,
that higher peaks we may then climb.
LOST AND UNRECOGNIZABLE, LOOKING LIKE THE WORST ABSTRACT ART, THROWN TOGETHER ACCIDENTALLY
THROWN ASIDE LIKE AN OLD CAR TAKEN TO A JUNKYARD TO BE CRUSHED AND SHREDDED
DETERIORATING LIKE AN OLD HOLLOW TREE ROTTING AWAY IN A DEEP FOREST
ISOLATED LIKE A THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD GLACIER IN THE ARCTIC. FROZEN SOLID BY LAYERS AND LAYERS OF DISAPPOINTMENT, AGONY, AND SELF-DESTRUCTIVE BEHAVIOR
EMOTIONALLY STRANDED IN A REMOTE PART OF THE WORLD ALONE AND LIVING IN DARKNESS FOR 21 HOURS A DAY
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