we rise
although gravity and time
may hold us in the cupping
of their hands
we rise in a plethora of dreams
escaping above the vents
of circumstance
we rise into the tent
of all embracing;
and as if, and but, and still
we rise into each contemplation
new as the reckoning
of togetherness
draws us to the breath
of our existence;
rising, always rising
to meet the air of every day
to stay through every
active play and to meet
what will become.
the beauty of this world so much,
that I must blink with astonishment
to hold back tears.
If I could not blink I fear,
sixty per cent of who I am,
would leave me, in abject eagerness,
to kiss the earth.
we are not the doer
yet all doings are done
as impulsed by will of God
beheld by us in wonderment
Oh my god
An expression for emotion
A phrase for my astonishment and frustration
Oh my god
What a hell to live in
What's the future going to be
It seems hopeless
A phrase for the world too
What a man's destruction does to this world
What can be done
It seems nothing can be done
Oh my god
The world and I are asking for your help
An instant and urgent help
Oh my god
A phrase of astonishment or frustration
An instant outburst of emotion
A calling for help
A calling for God,the almighty
To feel wonder arise,
in carefree, vibrant dance,
our void-centric presence
surrenders to the flow,
brought forth in innocence.
To feel wonder arise,
filling us with rapture,
we embrace the thunder,
humming, strumming, rumbling,
rising from down under.
To feel wonder arise,
we follow love blindfold;
each caress a surprise,
as in-form nodes awake,
on feeling bliss beats rise.
To feel wonder arise,
vaporise lower mind,
heart pure like morning dew,
porous and receptive,
beholds God in full view.
24-June-2022
I found it necessary to get rid of some things
I don't usually argue with myself
so I cut some questioning pieces
those unnecessary chunks, you know?
but I think there's little left of me
I didn't have the naughtiness of this throwaway world
I never had the malleability of the insensitive
my soft and permeable heart dries up easy
dies if the shape of the clouds is not friendly
or feel the cold abandonment
when the roads are steep and bleak
when he hears the menacing rustle
of dark foliage hiding uneasy things
he imagines a block of pain that swells
I actually don't think I was ready
to the wild rage of this life
to these embarrassing final steps
at what point did i forget how to survive?
Astonishment
The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses
Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore
Where men stood waited to be knighted.
They had done their duty to keep their mouth shut
And averted their eyes to the state’s illegal activity
Now, payoffs a title and membership in a pash club
The queen came ashore, she had a white lion cub
In one hand and a hammer in the other hand
She hit the men over the head; they fell and died.
The queen, a Marxist revolutionary had been silent
for so long, now she was, old the truth had to come out
no horse carriage for her, but she kept the lion cub.
we readily admit that we know not how
the tumbler falls each morn
enabling us to awake
from our slumber
we are astonished!
so here we are then
like a computer rebooting
memory infusing sense of continuity
to our fleeting mind-body ego form identity
which we then take to be the real us
even though facts are otherwise
we yet think and act as fools
we are astonished!
musing in silence we see
that even though we have aged
innate aliveness, screen of consciousness
remains unchanged upon which earth life does play
we are astonished!
universe tests and jests
posing problems needing solving
we assume the role of limited doership
jubilant at our success and sorrowful at failure
while the hermit living next door just smiles
doing nothing save choosing response
dream life plays on in both cases
one is happy, the other not
we are astonished!
28-July-2021
Finding your muse poetry contest
Looking at objects in astonishment
Knowing they are but manifestation
We flow through life, in childlike wonderment
Bliss ensconced, our heart purrs in contentment
Knowing what eyes see as but illusion
Looking at objects in astonishment
One with That oneness, in the bliss current
Knowing God within, in meditation
We flow through life, in childlike wonderment
In pulse of descent, assured is ascent
Knowing that fleeting is our delusion
Looking at objects in astonishment
Bliss throbs within us, without abatement
Knowing that there is no separation
We flow through life, in childlike wonderment
According right of way to love current
Knowing our essence is bliss elation
Looking at objects in astonishment
We flow through life, in childlike wonderment
22-May-2021
I throw a coin,
murmur my wish,
it's twirling while going down,
like it has ear that can hear
a dancing sound nearby.
I'm shocked and shook my head,
'coz the coin comes back
and says:
"Ouch! You hurt me!"
"The well has no water!"
I wipe my sweats,
suddenly spank my face
to make sure I'm not sleeping,
why the coin speaks?
Pausing searching, rotating polarity of attention mired in eons of delusional conditioning, looking at all external objects with astonishment, we are awestruck by the beautiful artistry of the magician who conjures and renews these myriad of lifelike images. We permit ourselves a few moments of indulgence in wonderment in this fairyland, to do justice to the magic on display, before nestling back into our innate blissful state in Oneness throbbing with ineffable rapture & ecstasy.
The very first time
Reborn moment to moment
Lovers reunite
R-eaders
U-sually
B-ehold
Y-our
J-oyous
A-crostic
N-ote
E-ventually
C-ommenting
A-nd
S-aying
A-bout
D-elightful
A-stonishment
Topic: Birthday of Ruby Jane Casada (February 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
That you married me
That the sun rose, the day after you died
That first snowdrops still blossom in the cold
That winter, depression, grief and frustration are not winning
That my smallness matters, when I stand beneath the starry sky
That purity, faith, hope, love, truth, steadfastness and kindness always win
looking at you looking good without trying
appreciating how blessed i feel that you chose me
this is why i never question God
He just puts all beautification in the right places at the right time
i love how each night you lightly kiss my left hand before bed
then you give me a sweet pickle peck on my left cheek
after that you gently massage my left foot with your left foot
you finally put me to sleep by whispering in my left ear 'You Are RIGHT For Me'
i swallow an emotionally seasoned smile, give you a light tap on your comfotably cushioned bottom and whisper back in your right ear 'You LEFT Me Speechless Ever Since AMEN....'
i never saw
a beauty like this
said my eyes
one by the other then
they kept the silent
and fallen deeply
in admiration…
An old flower tree
Crushed under a tornado
Sadly hums a bee
****
Sheer night kills a day
Pearl drops flood many a cheek
Life appears all Greek
****
Here stood the old oak
A haven for hundred birds
Well, where did it go?
****
You are just a brook
No right to turn back and look
Move on straight or crook
****
Still you write letters
I am away from fetters
Bees hum merrily
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