India ascent to mount everest
India known to be finest economy
But dead economy echoes nation-wide
India known to be military might
But india is outweaponised by enemy's hypersonic jets
India known to be emerging hindu nation
But no reincarnation,no salvation
does India suffers from activities deficit phobia,sovereignty deficit, phobia,height phobia?
india's highest peak expedition without getting eaten alive
Into the thin air,out of thin air
India ascent to mount everest
Our identity within existence,
which reworded, simply means the ego,
pursues narrow goals, which is resistance,
to attachments we are loathe to let go
and therefore truth of Self we do not know.
Such a seeker ascends in vibration,
domain hopping across God’s creation.
Siddhis or powers imbibed and displayed,
keep such a seeker distanced from the source,
shifting roles, in different domains played,
until self-realising use of force
is of no avail, so then shifts life’s course.
Who God is we can never realise,
unless wayward ego we vaporise.
Before thought–the heart: a struck bell's hum,
in the chest's dark chapel. No word. Only thrum
that echoes the void where meaningwill climb.
Is this the soul's raw conference? A draft.
of prayer–unwritten–lifting like a raft
on some deep tide. Not speech. Not yet. But chime
of nerve and grace. Mind fumbles, blind, to trace
this pulse–intent–before it wears time's face.
The vibration: God's fingerprint, half-dreamed,
still tuning the harp of the unsung.
M-an
I-s
A-lways
G-azing
A-t
L-onged
V-ictory's
E-legant
Z-enith
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Mia V. Galvez)
R-ising
U-p
B-rings
I-n
L-ife's
E-fforts,
N-ever
E-vading
H-igh
E-levation's
R-emarkable
R-isk,
E-ven
R-elentless
A-ttacks
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rubilene Herrera)
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Pope Francis died,
Thus
Poorer leaving the earth and humanity in pain,
While heaven,
Celebrating is, for becoming richer by one saint.
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© Demetrios Trifiatis
23 April 2025
anointing soul with heart’s intent
to enjoy absolute freedom
we granted love and light consent
to take us straight to God’s kingdom
along a vibrational shift
we set sail in the vibrant void
each emote choosing to uplift
mindful that we be not decoyed
here now within mind-body urn
we became the earth and the sky
embracing love’s benign bliss burn
flames in which we saw ego die
doing nothing thus in repose
we watched our soul metamorphose
Ascent
Love, light, wisdom
Known when our thoughts are still
Bliss magnetism fills feeble form
God’s grace
Ascent
Ego recedes
We then know who we are
God’s light in singularity
Heaven
It’s been a while when I felt frozen on the ground
Hotchpotches of skills around, I touched them one by one
With overwhelming joy, l took them in one luggage
I hauled and under a stagnant lake, my inertia has engaged.
When a spark of discernment meddled right on time
I focused on one…so light, I float and I climb
I gained, grew and flourished smoothly in each priority
I ascent, pulling others li'l by li'l on a way across…flying freely.
up and down like a jo-jo
the mind flits in opposite motions
causes doubt and delight
hardly ever rests quietly
and yet sometimes it reaches
moments of clarity
no sound disturbs its tranquility
visions fall upon an empty canvas
all senses merge into one
it is not reason nor emotion
but a meandering spirit
and when ebbs and flows
touch each other’s caress
the soul divines a powerful moon
creates a transcendental journey
thoughts are merely opinions
foisted upon us by social demand
propping up the Ego’s false needs
feelings however valuable
can be illusions
when no truth is to be had
without light there is no darkness
in symbiosis they create one
with shades of grey in between
picturesque extremes
glorious attempts of reality
breathtaking placeholders
of universal forces
that entice us to breathe in
and out of Nirvana
Standing tall, beaming with pride,
finally clean from this world’s poison.
I reached for the skies with no need to hide,
thanking God for the blessed horizon.
What bliss when the air was pristine.
On cloud nine, there was no smoke in sight.
For the first time since I was thirteen,
Blue skies mended ashy blight.
A storm came unprovoked,
hurling me down below.
Blood spilled; bedrock soaked.
There was nowhere else to go.
A haunting sight, filled with wrath.
So be it, it’s not a crime.
Standing once again on this path,
I have no choice but to climb.
SMJ
From time to time I feel low,
Low in self-esteem, low-keyed,
lowest man on the totem pole,
I have acrophobia, I often
descent to a lower level…
The higher I aspire
The lower I fall.
Life mostly lowball me
as such, my spirit keeps a low morale.
Maybe I come across as
a low bred and lowbrow person.
Conspired by my stars and the moon
My sea always rests at a low tide.
Shell-shocked by my low-minded destiny,
My fate and I must have
a high level showdown soon;
In the meantime,
I'll keep a low profile.
Be that as it may,
My soul is not doomed to wander
in the netherworld forever,
I am the patron of high hopes,
high cholesterol, high blood pressure,
and high sugar level.
I am also a high-strung person,
But, thankfully not of any highfalutin jargon.
Shy of highways, I frequent
the by lanes and side streets.
After the high-handed takeover by Time,
I live a high-pressured life.
Methinks, now is the high time
to lay down the highlights of my life.
From the descent and ascent of life,
this I have learned:
Not to gaze so high as ambition,
And to look no lower than despair.
Line of inquiry:
“on an as is where is basis we choose
descent of consciousness into the gross
then we rise again following heart’s muse
higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross”- unseeking seeker
Few have been my conscious acts
of very high or low.
More have been the trials that
have disrupted my joy’s flow.
Some tribulations sent me reeling,
feeling like I was in hell.
More fortunate than some am I.
And this I now know very well.
The modern world lends comforts
to which we feel entitled,
while there are poor souls on this earth
where horrors reign unbridled.
My trials, mostly physical,
I’ve managed to get through.
Though life brings torments even now,
with God’s gifts I can still make do.
I thank the Lord that life has been
mainly kind to me.
No too-high mountains have I climbed.
No monsters have I had to flee.
From my ups and downs I’ve learned
everyone – my sisters and my brothers -
has woes to bear that I can’t know.
We must have empathy for all others.
On an as is where is basis we tread,
Tempted take a plunge into lust and desires,
A descent of soul into illusions so persuasive,
Wrapped in the veil of the world's pretense.
Through shadows of matter, we stumble and strain,
Chasing illusions, forgetting the pain.
Yet whispers of truth, like a soft-spoken muse,
Sing through the silence, their light to diffuse.
And so we ascend, from the depths to the skies,
Bearing love’s cross, where true wisdom lies.
Higher than heights we once dared to dream,
Carving a path through life's shifting stream.
Truth won’t descend to meet the lowly vale,
It bids us rise where courage must prevail.
Through shadowed paths and cliffs that pierce the skies,
We climb to where eternal wisdom lies.
Each fall a lesson, each rise a grace,
A spiral of growth in this infinite space.
For in the descent, we learn to align,
With the call of the heart, both human, divine.
My hilly paths are full of pits, and my trails turn and twist.
My life and destiny have contracted clandestine tryst.
As there are dams blocking rivers that flow flawlessly
Unknown hurdles put pauses to life rather lawlessly.
Brick by brick how cautiously I construct my dream castle!
How a storm pulls it down as though it's a hut on the hill!
Exploring, inventing, and enlightening, I move on.
Towards absurd spells of death, my mortal being is drawn
Inner aches, like yokes, weigh me when I let go of my worries.
Pains and grieves, like traumas, bring in tumultuous flurries.
Soul passes through deserts of spiritual emptiness.
Pilgrimages of perfection become pride-filled pettiness.
With my descents and falls, I, a weakling, come to my Lord
He lifts me from dust and takes me to his heavenly abode.
As a vulture that gains its youthfulness, I take new birth.
Dark nights of my soul end and bright days lead to endless mirth.
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