A sip of what you dream about,
truly the reson you feel alive.
Abstract confection whipped up
rising with each shut of your eyes.
Amidst the splinters of reality
xanthic views pursue dominance.
Imagine a vivid blue visionboard,
alter that state of consciousness.
Categories:
ataraxia, emotions, feelings,
Form: Acrostic
Note to self: In observation where there seems to be nothing there, there is
always air. Even without matter there is something for instance light waves.
The spirit of the Divine in me seeks the Ataraxian mode of living
Although I long for air in my lungs I keep bumping into tables and chairs,
like an old ghost who has forgotten the use of her legs and arms.
The elemental carbon of my living structure is no more matter than
the air I breathe. Through diffusive meditative qualm, I can almost
touch its ether, "my being"
He poured his Numen Spirit long ago inside my stillborn body
where once I was clear sky, today just brain on forceps.
Its when I place my breath in the womb of God that my skeptic nature, ?
to be continued ?
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Categories:
ataraxia, analogy, angel, blessing, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Slicked back panther of pride
News of the town in which you reside.
Fall to the ground, gently but swift
Release your ego to fly quickly adrift.
Muddy your palms in the wake of the morn
As the person you were is carelessly torn.
Crawl to the well and give her your due
The bird that now walks forgot how he flew.
Categories:
ataraxia, conflict, hope, humanity, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Ataraxia
Ah !
Peace
Peace apart from all the other wishings
For it
And other dreams
For the world
To be set
Within its balm
Peace
Would be known
If she were not so denied
By those who cannot spell out
Her sanctuary
Or rest from her a single syllable
For themselves
Peace
Apart from all the other wishing
Would be
To sit without words
Listening to the voice of the world
Next to her
Peace indeed
Found in unflinching eyes
And open hearts
Ah !
Peace
Apart from all the other worldly wishings
And other dreams
For the hearts of humans
To be set within
Its balm
Would be an eternal day
Of loving
Made whole by joining hands
Would span continents and oceans
But separate every grain of sand
To be held up in their glory
Peace indeed never to leave
But rest evermore by her side
And think on even the slightest thing
Of making her smile
What peace more
Could I ask for
Categories:
ataraxia, peace
Form: Free verse
Let me hear wind's voice
When it dance with grace
Upon the leaves of the trees
Categories:
ataraxia, nature
Form: Haiku