there is no path
what is, is a fusion
of energy bandwidths
both invisible and manifest
wherein as both part and whole
presence partakes of elixir offered
feeling the contrast of both pain and joy
nonchalant in the vibrant void of no-thingness
02-December-2022
“The body is strained by practices
The tongue tires of scripture
The mind numbs with meditation
Detached from all this,
I live as I am”
The matrix of in-form body consciousness
Employs limited bandwidths of vibration
Perceiving with defective awareness
Interpreting in patterned grooves of stagnation
Yoga, meditation, service or devotion
The rituals and forms but offer hypnotic solace
They offer temporary peace by reinforcing ego delusion
Falling way too short of connecting with Divine grace
The root of all limitation
Lies in association with the mind body combine
If we be as we are in childlike elation
With the pulsations of the Divine we automatically align
The flow thus being in the present moment continuum
Wherein we are as we are complete
In stillness observing movement of the maya pendulum
Always with the Divine nectar replete
12-December-2020
The invisible war, cataclysmic bombardments of frequencies,
digital layers, decrypted upon logical analysis with ease.
The spectrum of light, manipulated by the thoughts of man,
equations designed to deliver calculated back up plans.
Through the silence of high speed bandwidths and fiber optical illusions,
your choice to connect is the assumption of your conclusions.
Underground cables, run deep under the sea floor,
transferring ones and zeros faster than anyone has told you before.
Take a piece here and take a piece there, add up the analysis,
invisible implementations can cause visible paralysis.
Encrypted ciphers, kept under lock and key,
don’t look at them as they are, but as they could be.
Sixty-four, one twenty eight, two fifty six, and one thousand twenty four,
we can only learn what they tell us after the cyber war.
Life will go on, the digital Gods will need it,
that is exactly how it goes, the cyber war secret.
we share a love, you and I;
uploaded amongst the wireless bandwidths, bits and bytes, enmeshed and encrypted.
a love transcending beyond the mesh of space and time;
a love that’s spread on the pane of an lcd screen.
with every keystroke, our passion we spell;
coded texts morph into fiery love making while i trace your avatar with my mouse
and i fiercely kiss the air as i view your web cam view
while you my love, you fondle your bosom in sheer ecstasy.
and a collective sigh we shared, as we reach our pseudo ******;
the router lost its connection; and we, my love, are no longer entwined.
in the disconnected void i wonder- truly, we are but strangers – on when we will first meet.
if we do my dear, will we share this love in REALITY?