Awakening Poems

Joyous, Thunderous Awakening

Delightful pulse of lightening and thunder,
These elements, energy empowered,
Evergreen sages transmute old wonder
With silver rain magically showered.

Lightening ignites sparkle in my wide eyes.
Thunder fills my mind with stark remembrance.
Energetic discord strikes undisguised.
Away flows eclectic dissonance!

My praise goes to sunlight in the morning!
My heart rises up to gleeful rapture!
My spirit glides high, dancing and soaring,
In Cosmic

Morning Unfolds

A soft wind lifts the curtains.
light spills across the wooden floor.
dust spirals in lazy circles
and the quiet hum of the house
feels like a gentle heartbeat.

I step outside
the earth smells of wet grass and stone.
a bird’s song cuts through the stillness
small, specific, lively
and i bear in mind I belong here.

The sun melts my skin
the world extended,

Morning Dew

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Written: August 14, 2025


spiderweb shimmers,
each dew bead holds morning light--
world wakes soft and still.

Shifting Shapes

The shift is taking shape, 
Shape shift to embrace the landscape, 
Escape from the patterns, 
Keeping you scattered.
Tattered souls losing their hold, 
Battered and bruised their hearts grow cold, 
Looking to scold, 
Sharing the load.
Hoping they won't explode, 
They drift into whole, 
Losing control, 
Falling so low, 
They have to let go.
Releasing what they know,

Instructions For Walking Away

feet tracing ruts
softened by the weight of others

the path was worn
    polished
not by insight
but by generations
unquestioning the same direction

a weed split the sidewalk
where my foot hesitated

they handed us maps
already marked, folded
creased at the routes
they wanted us to traverse

walls hung with heirlooms
no one claimed
shadows
longer than the rooms

classrooms’ chalkboards of certainty
offices pressed flat with

The Wormhole Wore a Waistcoat

She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she drifted—unclaimed luggage of a thought experiment. Each particle bowed with procedural discipline; each law maintained protocol under duress.

The stars retracted their nominations, preferring anonymity to metaphor.

The Newness of Now

Now is not categorized as such because it rose out of the sordid ashes of a yester-moment

Now is not classified as fresh because it arose pristine and bleached from yester-hour’s horror

The uniqueness of now is assigned according to a mind vision that gives permission to peer with a microscopic lens

Along with the realization that there

Necessity of awakening

Shining as Self and knowing who is God,
laudable no doubt but not quite enough,
unless wisdom dawns in mind-body pod
and all cravings of ego we rebuff,
giving love a nod in our heart now thawed,
awareness self-aware, free of mind stuff,
for unless we break free from every chain,
we’ll be born on earth again and again.

Recognition after awakening

In time stretched tranquil silence,
as awareness self-aware,
imagined boundaries blur,
paving way for a melding,
of presence with the vast sky,
wherein ego disappears,
making our soul’s eye single.

Tremor

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

the awakening

The Awakening

My first wife's house was very small
her bed was narrow to
after sex, she told me to sleep in the bathtub
In the night, I got up, opened the window
The sea-washed moon came in
I have seen that moon many times before
from many portholes 
I was always enchanted by the pool
of stillness
I walked out of the sleeping house,

Paradox of awakening

Thought precedes action, intent comes yet before,
arising from murmurs of a restless soul,
feeling incomplete, though each pore is a door,
to imbibe agape love, that heart may feel whole,
yet foiled by ego that always keeps a score,
so negating God’s light, we make do with dole.
He who wishes to ascend does not exist;
When the false falls, we

Instant awakening

not senses but the witness
likewise for joy and pain
unchanging screen of awareness
eternal Self free from stain

beyond waking, dreaming and deep sleep
turiya, the constant fourth state
we take therein a consciousness leap
fulfilling our ordained fate

after ego is exhumed
we attain direct recognition 
concepts held deplumed 
of truth that has no definition

our true being is living light
renewing itself in

JERICHO AWAKENING

JERICHO AWAKENING

Deception has always been
A strategy and ally of injustice;
Veiling its ruthless deeds,
And shifting attention
From aged-old atrocities,
While living and percolating
Behind invisible Jericho walls:-

Let not the reality 
Of new Jericho borders
Blind and deceive us:-
Legislative freedom and unity
For so-called refugees, 
Remain at hand, and
Our struggle to be masters
Of ourselves continues;
We being caged and considered
Refugees in this, our

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