ceasing striving
slowing down mind
shifting to heart
poised in stillness
we animate silence
as humming intent
before its release
as burning yearning
to merge with God
Who is all love
this breathless invocation
renewed in the timeless now
invokes bliss magnetism
as the effervescence of God
enlivening our toroidal heart
Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe,
Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below.
Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand,
Doth lead us to the undiscovered land.
Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night,
And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight.
Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate,
Doth sever souls from bodies animate.
Yet in thy grim and somber countenance,
There lies a certain air of elegance.
For Death, thou art the great equalizer,
And all must bow before thy stern visor.
So let us not fear thy approach, but know
That thou art but a gateway to the show
That lies beyond this earthly plane we see,
Where we shall live for all eternity.
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
As a deaf person who hears with heart
I view sea sounds with emerald eyes
The crashing waves seem to charge
And sea gulls wings animate their cries
I smell blue water and it seems to me
It’d be a shame not to “hear” with feet
As I splash with delight sinking in ecstasy
Like tan sand I give into power of healing
I listen to the white wind with my tan skin
It sends my hair sailing like black boat
The scent of seashell makes me grin
I imagine the sound is a lot like hope
Echoes of the silent shore
Ricochet off rainbows and candy clouds
I know the deaf hear more
For the sounds of nature are so loud
potent silent hum
of bliss magnetism
pulsates deep within
our toroidal heart
collaborating
with enlivened spine
and the head ovoid
as a seamless whole
we dwell in deep peace
wherein mood and mode
radiates love’s glow
celebratory
we thus animate
each electron in space
entwined with our soul
as a seamless whole
presence bilocates
between form and void
betwixt God’s heartbeats
wherefrom life breath flows
as both this and that
centred everywhere
we become the all
as a seamless whole
animate heart
bliss beats starting
jump start God search
Love and light often comes
In our human affair happen
To us once in a while
The without becomes the within
And the within becomes the without
Giving us hint that the beyond can
Manifest using animate object
To send messages of love and hope
As light send illumination to the world
Like message send to the ether
Love transend light and time
God send His love to us
Giving the soul in eternity
The chance to send goodwill and blessing
To the love ones they left behind on Earth.
are we not comforted
dwelling amidst objects
signalling we are not alone
yet when unfocused is our gaze
as the vastness that holds all
soul’s eye becomes single
eternal consciousness
upon which illusions play
pulsates in dynamic stillness
thus both deluded and illumined
we animate the play underway
with divine bliss magnetism
cessation of thought
withdrawal of senses
enabled by embracing
bliss energised stillness
wherein the silent hum
of enigmatic silence
beyond space and time
is the singularity point
where bereft of ego
therefore without volition
we playfully animate
our soul consciousness
self-existent living light
renewing itself within itself
at peace and complete
yet bereft of attributes
there is no one here
save The I Am
Poet's ink portrays wonders so profound,
as the last crimson rose of summer fades,
verdant leaves gently float to soggy ground,
weaving a pattern of saffron, beige shades.
Autumn's theatre parades vibrant hues,
as misty fog covers frozen meadows.
Haunting pastels animate artist's muse.
as poetic palettes splash glowing prose.
Lampposts ignite with cold midnight moonlight,
as snow flakes embrace trees in a white fleece.
Astral blooms inspire the soul to recite
in a rhythmic aesthetic masterpiece.
Lost in the elegance of nature's call,
art is adored in the grandeur of fall.
Ego frames goals, subject to change
So fickle is our heart
Why not thought patterns rearrange
And thus make a fresh start
Animate zest and zeal
Pause in silence to feel
Love alone is real
Desire controls
Ego frames goals
Heap
of leaves,
fluttering.
There is no rain
to restrain their act.
Blustery winds
animate;
backyard
drift.
wait upon one’s muse
better beg your Soul advice
tender Voice rejoice
A lorn woman sits at the windowpane,
Working firmly, she knits wool, not in vain.
As she darns, she recalls tales from the past,
Her touch grooves slyly as the yarn is cast.
Vases and green plants decorate the room,
Their vibrant shadows animate and bloom.
Her gaze drifts beyond, amid the lush green,
A strange settle where her heart was serene.
Her hands clasp a cozy baby sweater,
A sign of brightness, a pledge to fetter.
Longs for her son, innocuous and pure,
Frame flesh full by filling it with demure.
However, the years have passed and gone by,
Leaving her with lifelong musings that sway.
Her kids are grown and have their lives to live,
Leaving her down while in a lifelong strive.
By the window, she snoops the world goes by,
Yearning for companionship a smooth sigh.
She weaves her story into every thread,
A witness to her strength and inner dread.
In silence we admire the splendor of our universe,
surrounded by breathtaking scenery ever so diverse.
Golden Sun, pale moon and silver stars animate an artist's mind,
whilst a poet creates imagery pleasing eyes that are blind.
Whispers of serene stars echo like a melodic lullaby,
but some dark minds serenade in lyrics we can't identify.
We all become fragile reflecting a mourning butterfly,
but some souls adopt envious eyes clouded in ebony skies.
In a dream world of charm, jealousy is an undying misery,
resentment is regretful with fake tales veiled in mystery.
Some ink is invisible when scribbled across a canvas of tragedy,
especially when the tongue paints an image of insanity.
Sincerity is a charm of elegance only pure hearts emanate,
immune to fabricated falsehoods a storyteller will narrate.
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