the sun’s temperature exceeded the absoluteness of herself
every day this week had been one hundred and six or higher
I saw the sun now as oranges and reds, no longer innocent yellow
What is she doing to us? I wondered, will we perish?
Will it be our own fault? Because of what we have done to the ozone layers?
Too sticky and humid to think, the worst uncomfortably hot.
Her orange eyes bored through the guilt of my soul.
I was not innocent in this.
My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness.
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.
Strong, yet, serene! Rough, yet, courteous! Assertive, yet, meek!
Accommodating, yet, un-obliging! Caring, yet, cold!
Compassionate, yet, rude! Loyal, yet, decisively weak!
You're motherly and fatherly, O nature, from times old...!
You've gold, yet you're not gold! Gems you have, yet not a gem!
An amalgamation of metals, minerals, and fuels;
Physique and psyche of the universe and its brain stem;
It's from you the rich and the poor dig out precious jewels...!
O harmony! O absoluteness of beauty and peace!
O dynamic diadem! O distinct diversity!
O origin and continuum of eternal ease!
O advisor and comforter in each adversity...!
In you, I live and will live as long as you let me live,
Into your hands, when you call me back, my life I will give...!!!
18 May 2023
Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Softened attention
Surfing waves of bliss
This-ness feels such-ness
Rapturous, as polarities kiss
Dance divine within beauteous
Teasing, concealing, revealing
Caress of Spirit is so intimate
Benign bliss burn appealing
No symbolic labels suffice
To epitomise heart's rapture
For the joy is so transcendental
A fragrance mind cannot capture
Wisdom imbibed by us definitive
We are a bubble in vast space
Our true self is absoluteness
Known only by God's grace
31-October-2022
Good and evil are born out of perception
Right and wrong are determined by rules
The finality of truth and falsity resides in belief
Justice and Injustice are the preserves of a selfish society
Absoluteness is utopian
Perfection is a trait of metaphysics
Every action herein is but hypothetically temporal
Divinity is the final arbiter
Soul-moving, heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.
Breathless
Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking breaths; raining Selflessness
Shocking to awareness,
forming to Feel.
Forming to Live
Breathing to understand;
being breathless to allow self
to live a life
IN Understanding
of a painted, and cried out,
Purpose.
Alleviate "Me".
Watch it unfold
In Breathlessness
of its vast structure
through the Realization
..that there is none..
[2022-07-28, 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 10 Poetry Contest, Mark Toney]
19.4
“Where is Self?
Where is not-Self?
Where is good and evil,
confusion and clarity?
I abide in the glory of Self”
Verse revisited on 17-May-2022
Beginning with bliss kinetic
Magnetism in linear movement
Entwined with soma nectar ecstatic
Purring ignition renewal continual vibrant
Rapture then crystallises within organic form
Each cell of mind-body is centred in space
Rippleless peace neither cool nor warm
Fulcrum from where outpours grace
One with oneness in waking state
Both the manifest and space are one
Fullness in Absoluteness potent yet sedate
Presence melds with source of the central sun
Freedom beyond understanding of mind is ours
Magnetism assimilation, to a silent Om-hum
Beyond all opposites, inner being towers
Consciousness a flaming sensorium
***
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Om
A ring of absoluteness served him well
Giving him the confidence to fight off the evil doers from other lands.
We sang of his accomplishments, and watched from afar
He needed nothing other than our belief in his abilities.
As long as he had that, Meldair could keep saving us
Knowing this, we kept chanting, sending ideas and ideals
of victory, glory, life, and refreshing uplifting soul strength
His ring of absoluteness grabbed it up and ran with it.
Do you think we need to help in any other ways? A youngling asked.
You might send him your love to let him know we care, said an elder.
So, we did that too, watching him fight the evil in the world,
keeping it forever out of our village. He was our strength
And he kept us safe. We write volumes about him.
Meldair, the One Who Saves Us.
Please Try Something New
You have six favorite words.
They always show up in the first or second stanza
To read one of your poems
is to read them all
The redundancy would drive me mad
Make me want to swallow a three foot twig with branches
Because I am already gagging on same-oh, same-oh
When I read your newest which is also your oldest
You have a mindset that is as flexible as concrete
Throwing in political absoluteness for no understood reason
I run from your poetry, wanting to clean my eyes with saltwater
I can write those six words
But I won't
Because then everyone would instantly know
Whose poems I am talking about,
And I like you as a person.
I just want you to try something NEW.
Right
Correct, Genuine
Impelling, Motivating, Affecting
Preciseness, Exactness, Absoluteness, Properness
Violating, Maligning, Defrauding
Amiss, Improper
Wrong
We,
here now,
mind body,
as an aspect
of absoluteness,
by outpouring ourself
into the thought projection
to feel by touch, limit ourself,
by melding into forms created,
as a momentary hypnotic trance.
Dreamer as both the subject and object,
having now ensouled the illusions,
feels separate from other forms,
whilst also thus unaware
of himself as dreamer,
having so conjured
movie enacted
as desire
impels
us.
23-February-2021
What sorcery is afoot in the woods on this October night?
I stir a few embers, and relight myself
The humans asleep or dead, I don’t care which
I am alive, a fire phoenix, replenishing my absoluteness
An owl hoots a warning, trying to wake them up
I begin to dance, as warmth spreads throughout my timbers
Sure, you thought I was dead, but surprise.
I am replenishing myself, understanding no one else will
Sparks! A joy overtakes me as hope and optimism arrive
A flash of yellow, on her way to becoming full out red.
A flame. I scream with happy pops and smacks.
Bam! I am once again a full blown blaze.
Why do these campers never put me out completely?
Do I care? I am leaping, lunging, laughing, loving myself.
My yellows and oranges are dazzling the entire forest.
My flame shadows light up the tents of the sleeping.
I am mystical, magical, ethereal, an alchemist, a sorcerer.
How will they react when they realize I have again
Forsaken them, and burned up another forest thanks to them?
I am impassioned, alive, a full blown pyromaniac of a fire!
Be to become, merging by so melting
That that remains, is bliss scintillating
Each moment, potent in absoluteness
Magnetic currents fill our emptiness
One without a second, thus pulsating
Innate aliveness in oneness moving
Being but the life force of God breathing
Self existent singular consciousness
Be to become
There is no doer here, meditating
Save essence of presence, resonating
Equal, desire and desirelessness
Action and cessation choicelessness
All that is, is the one self vibrating
Be to become
03-January-2021
Each
moment,
a wave form,
rise and descent,
with two voids therein,
with contrasting intent.
Before each inhalation,
we invite the pranic force in,
with gratitude. The exhalation
begins with grateful prayerful surrender.
The two voids of polarity exchange
are no-thing ness in absoluteness.
Let us choose to reside therein,
vibrant and free of bondage.
Movement of pendulum
is not a fetter,
if we be at
the centre.
Path now
known.
18-November-2020
What is courage
in as an attribute
that holds us erect
in storms resolute
Courage as quality
of a doer limited
both fickle & feeble
until fear decimated
Courage then emptiness
devoid of desire & fear
a vibrant detachment
illumined vision clear
Courage in absoluteness
requires identity to vaporise
merging with oneness
no ego left to size
Courage then attributeless
there being no one here
save the throb of love divine
seeing God everywhere
10-September-2020
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