“This will be my last life”, the monk exclaimed,
“I’ll not be coming back to earth again.”
Such words but speak of tempests not yet tamed,
defeated by life, bound to ego’s chain,
viewing God’s gift of life with marked disdain.
Aversion is in fact worse than desire,
fears best consigned to the funeral pyre,
easily done if we dwell in monk mode,
there being no object which we aspire,
dwelling in peace, tranquil heart our abode.
averse to noise
people talking loudly
whilst yet accepting what is
we make peace with incongruity
recognising the looming gap
between desire and reality
yawn and then move on
averse to religious dogma
we wonder at the insecurity
devout brandishing their gods
making conversion a life mission
so what it is a pastime after all
although harmful if we reflect
spreading virus of delusion
averse to people pushing
in queues and on the road
aggressive me-first approach
these animals in human disguise
we look at as though it’s a test
though we’re trampled upon
we nod in understanding
averse to not being averse
we review our consciousness
which has shifted into passivity
owing to recognition life’s a dream
but to make this dream beautiful
surely we too must spread love
gently admonishing the crass
I cannot deny
onset of aversion
whenever I observe
religious dogma at play
why do we brandish our gods
attempting to save ‘sinners’
making it our life mission
I do find it annoying
belief is in mind
realisation is in heart
we can memorise scriptures
or transform, becoming the light
The cacophonous din of troubled minds,
intrudes rudely into our sacred space
and momentarily tranquil eye blinds,
although we soon recover, by God’s grace,
choosing to release the toxic embrace.
Perhaps the immersion is but a test,
brought forth by the universe in light jest
but be that as it may, we soon restore
vibrance of presence, which is by God blessed,
for we ride the boat, He Himself does oar.
I have an aversion to prejudice
Judging a pond without sampling its ice
Consorting with others eating large melons
Passersby judged as free men or felons
Women condemned as whores or harlots
While tormenting men turn the air scarlet
Then sit in the pews reserved for the saintly
Ogle the preacher’s wife ever so daintily
For judgement you see is a way to look down
On those, as they pass, on which you may frown
Knowing that god has made you superior
When in truth you couldn’t kiss their posterior
For consciousness doesn’t offer correction
Unless you can make a change of direction
That is, of course, dependent upon
How much of the ice you take from the pond
I mave thought on the possibilty of two of the
Main world 'religious systems' merging namely
Into a cristio-islamic entity..This would i see
Bring the action of be-heading humans used in
Certain islamic groups possibly. ? Into any creed
That might be manufactured.? I am loath to
Put this out, as I do not wish to see such an
abomination exist, this has been on my mind for
Twenty years ? I am posting this only as a warning
And to discharge any duty to God that I may not be
Aware of being only human.' God bless all around
Who will accept such.'
It’s pure as fresh snow
and as pale as a ghost.
It’s the shade on the light spectrum
that I loathe the most.
A beluga whale, the milky moon
and the aftermath of bleach
and all my body’s hidden places
just out of the sun’s reach.
It lies on unlined paper
and rests on decaying bones.
On a virginal wedding dress
in the trash, it should be thrown.
A fluffy marshmallow,
billowy clouds and certain rice
just add them to the growing list
of the hue that fails to entice.
I can’t stress this sentiment enough
this tint is truly beastly.
On baby powder, salt, and mayo,
the color white is not for me.
*I wrote this poem on April 6, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 6 and the prompt was: Write a poem inspired by a color. It’s pretty obvious what color I choose from reading my poem, but if you are still stumped after you finish, reread the last line. Thanks, and as always, leave me some love.
For personal addiction, I'm aware
Dealing with my desires, I must beware...
Such are arenas for daily conquest
Putting faith to test amidst chosen best.
Sweet desserts please my tongue, I do confess
Yet, flesh loathes to gain weight in the process…
Discipline for well-being should prevail
That I need to practice, though sometimes fail.
To honesty and truth, my mind does cleave
From hypocrisy or deceit, I leave
In so fulfilling, I struggle in pain
As heart trusts the Lord for blest pardon-gain.
With passion for perfection-striving deed
Versus vexation against error-breed
My soul admits human weakness and flaw
While thriving in peace, learning from guilt’s claw.
Conscious of carnal and divine nature*
My spirit seeks to live as new creature
In Christ, quickened by His grace, mercy, love
Doing God’s will, sharing gift from above.
*2Corinthians 5:17 Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new.
October 5, 2022
9th place, "Desire and Aversion" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 10/11/2022.
Myriad objects
Thoughts included
Appear and disappear
Some attract, others repel
Ol hermit, what do we hold dear?
02-October-2022
Like two-sides of the same-coin are desire and aversion,
In daily psychic chores they are whole heart-mind immersion;
Desire is cause of all sufferings - Gautam Buddha claimed,
Aversion involves heart and mind too; both should be well-tamed...!
Charming blooms, guileless creatures and colorful-scenes attract,
From glooms and pains and sufferings human heart does detract;
Feelings of facts and fancies should go ever hand in hand,
Doesn't an oasis sooth us from scorching desert sand...?
Happiness, sadness, fear, anger, surprise and some disgust,
Should be integral part of beings like love, hope and trust;
Emotional equilibrium is like flesh-and-blood,
Lack of one leaves the body as though under-nourished bud...!
Prayer, pondering and optimism keep beings healthy,
Coherence and humility leaves inner spheres wealthy;
Right thought, word, action, contemplation and selfless service,
And detachment can clench one's entire existence at ease...!
30 September 2022
Desire and Aversion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.
The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from the core of my heart
Subsumes seamlessly the passionate hedonism
That takes me to the ambit of enticing impulse.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
Hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis
As sand storm of setback brews in the horizon
I enter the awareness realm to surpass crave.
The insight restrains the demanding dreams
Lest these plunge to languish in life’s abyss
Push the self to the destructive domain of fear
At the disappearing edge of the ebbing hopes.
My mind then develops special skill of courage
Cultivates aspirant ability to evade the urge
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction
As I feel aversion sprout from the seed of desire.
________________
September 30, 2022
Contest : Desire And Aversion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
desire and aversion
exist together
as part of the universal all-that-is
opposites purposely attract
the constant push and pull
of attraction and repulsion
demands we look higher within
to find the middle ground
of neutrality and observation
at the zero
point
this is where truth inevitably lies
and soul growth occurs
26 September 2022
Like diverse partners in a romantic tango
Ebbing and flowing through intricate steps,
Daily we wrestle with desire and aversion
Working in tandem contradictory concepts.
Wanting that which often repels our senses
Hedonistic pleasures do assault our mind,
Making us lust for things that are forbidden
Ethical compromises are so difficult to find.
The dancers separate and come together
In a delicate pattern that pleases the eye,
Achieving the pleasantry highly esteemed
A balance of life’s tenors we instinctively try.
FIFTH PLACE WINNER
Written September 23, 2022
Submitted to: “Desire and Aversion” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Both desire and aversion,
cast on soul’s light aspersion,
egoic thought spirals of doom
allowing not bliss to zoom.
Habits we form, an anchor,
manifesting as rancour,
contracting joy in our heart,
till expectations depart.
Let interruptions delight,
for we see now by clear sight,
that earth life is but a test,
where love doth rise and fears rest.
18-August-2022
Rid of desire and aversion
Essence of presence celebrates
Unbroken is bliss elation
Flowing in tranquil calm sedate
Vaporised self welcomes surprise
Rid of desire and aversion
Having ceased to measure and size
This dream earth life, souls play station
Vibrant is void of cessation
No ego agenda tabled
Rid of desire and aversion
By Gods grace, ascension enabled
Quiet surrender, our story
Rapturous is bliss ignition
Divine light shines, in full glory
Rid of desire and aversion
27-July-2021
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