Best Attachment Poems
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When you CLUTCH the VINES of attachment
GRASP them tightly, HOLD on to them
You suffer multi HUED agony endlessly
You GASP in pain
Remember nothing is yours.
All that you possess was gifted after birth
It will be taken away at death
Why have attachment to transient
We not be attached to permanent
The ultimate source of bliss and love
Detach from world, attach to God
Once you remove your worldly CLASP
you will GLIDE and SOAR freely
INHALE tranquility
You will be liberated from this world
Never to come back again
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For Grasp contest by Constance La France
04.07.2021
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Some verses from Bhagvad Gita related to attachment
BG 2.62: While contemplating on the objects of the senses, one develops attachment to them. Attachment leads to desire, and from desire arises anger
BG 2.63: Anger leads to clouding of judgment, which results in bewilderment of the memory. When the memory is bewildered, the intellect gets destroyed; and when the intellect is destroyed, one is ruined
BG 4.10: Being freed from attachment, fear, and anger, becoming fully absorbed in me, and taking refuge in me, many persons in the past became purified by knowledge of me, and thus they attained my divine love.
BG 5.10: Those who dedicate their actions to God, abandoning all attachment, remain untouched by sin, just as a lotus leaf is untouched by water
when Medusa feathers
of midnight fractals
dip in my soul
and smear
soft hemlock stardust
across the
celestial ceiling ~
smothered with spinel
my shadow seethes
in the scent
of flaming jasmines ~
as I slip
a n d trip ~
drunk upon opium,
cruising in
cursed ventricles,
and pleading
for the release
of my muse ~
perfumed with
pensive passion,
that burns in the
chamomile craters,
courageous
yet clawed
by the cowardice
of your corvid
cruelties …
this heart is a hostage
held in the heat
of hypocrisy ~
hypnotised to the hues
of your heather hush,
tamed to obey
the time-travelling tunes
of the sun and the moon,
who impersonate
the aura of aurelia
yet, breathe the blush
of bitter-silk butterflies ~
illuminated within
the ivory incandescence
of my inkless innocence …
but, still I am immune
to your illusions ,
as I am nevermore ~
an oasis-rose ash
plucked from the
desert of oblivion,
desperate to deem
this desire my own,
before I stretch
these hands of hurt
and block
the periwinkle
pulsations ~
flowing
in the arteries of
arrhythmic
attachment …
quite tears unnoticed
eggshells crack under my feet
purple, black bruises
nagging guilt blinders
never-ending loneliness
fantasy love bond
6/15/2016
You Raped My Soul
by Elise Hendry
I slowly trusted you…
I shared the depths of my heart and soul with you…
You allowed me to attach to you …
Like a newborn fawn…to it’s mother…
I drank deeply from your heart of love, tenderness, gentleness, kindness and acceptance…
You covered me with a blanket of grace after the shame of my childhood…
I swam in the pools of your sea moss eyes…
I delighted in the deep desires you awakened in me…
I shared the depth of my struggles with you...
And then when my pain and chaos of longing was too much…
I attempted to snuff out the candle…
The candle in the wind would not be blown out…
Left in the shadow…was the pain of awakening to life again…
But you were gone…you abandoned me…you blamed me…you labeled me…you betrayed me…
The blanket of grace was ripped off my naked body…and replaced with shame and pain of loss….
My mental health was not your concern …you traded your heart of love for a heart of fear…
You did not know me…you did not love me….you died…
a scholar person
in front of orchid blossom
a cool attachment
never a breeze
searching for
the shadow of the wind
Lord I'm attached to this man.
I dont talk to nobody about this.
You the only one who understand.
He is a really nice guy.
We seem to have a lot in common.
I really really care for him.
I could even say I love him.
I want him. I dont want him.
He cares for me but dont want me.
I don't want him to want me or care for me.
Weird.
It's a lot of confusion on my end.
Sometimes I get frustrated and go anti socail on men.
Even though it has nothing to do with men
but really has every thing to do with me.
I feel selfish because I dont want him with nobody else
BUT I dont want him with me either.
I feel crazy,Maybe I am
I fear that he may be a blessing that I will miss out on.
Right person at the wrong time
It seems like he has my heart and we JUST friends.
He dont know this. I dont want him to know this.
Nobody knows this but you Lord. Nobody!!
Just One night,strong connection with him
Lord please unattach me from this man.
I think about him all the time.
I'm just divorced,2 kids from the last guy,
want him not ready for him.
Its like want I him now vs not ready to be with ANYONE anytime soon.
It was just one night with him!!!Dam I hate him! Lord help me. Please give me strenth in the name of Jesus. Thanks for listening lord. I know you hear me. I love you.
(I just ask him to go to the movies today,what the hell was I thinking? I need to stay way from him. I like him too much. Pray for me)
Is it your fear of attachment
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 5, 2010 (8:01am)
Is it your fear of attachment
That has prevented you from having
a
fulfilling and rewarding relationship
Because you are truly
afraid of getting hurt
Believe me if it is I know
what you are talking about
Because at one point or another
we have all experienced
the aftermath of dealing with
the emptiness that we have felt
Especially after we have
had
to deal with a broken heart
Because it seems to take
a life time to get over it
And that’s why it has been so difficult
for
anyone that has gone through the hurt
But it is just not healthy and you
have to let go of the resentment
So that you can get over your fear of attachment
and finally have a fulfilling and
longer lasting relationship that is solid and concrete
My hearts attachment to you my darling
Has deep roots that no eyes might see
Unless they could feel the love I know
Which daily mystifies my hearts dreams
And what is shown in spirited emotions
That race fervently from within my heart
Are only here to show my love's tenacity
While daily bringing a blazing fire to start
So fascinated am I with these deep feelings
Which I passionately hope will never end
For the stimulation which they provide my soul
Always keeps my mind thinking of heaven
And the lofty state of my minds thinking
I find is only made to come about you see
Because of your enchanting beautiful love
Whose sweet embrace will never let me be.
My words must mean nothing to you
Some girl got a hold of what I thought we only shared
I stay thinking that you really respected me
Everytime I think of your betrayal my eyes tear up
I'm glad that I know better than to not stress myself out
I know I hurt you before I promised myself I would never do it again
Now I don't even care how you feel
You have me so bitter
And it's crazy cause I'm such a loving person
My heart is broke once again
So music has become my number one love
My number one friend
So forget you, I'm done
acknowledging world wide
relation all side
My mind fluttered its wings for its journey
towards spirituality at my adolescence,
as childhood was just study and play
while daily morning prayers a dull ritual.
In my teen, I used to wonder
about attachments towards relations,
the angst of separation when they leave and go,
the pain of parting made me ponder
'why do I feel pangs of despair,
that feeling oftentimes of being ripped off?'.
Reasoning for realization of self must have
started at this point when my mind
first fledged for its flight towards faith.
Yet, my prayers to God at that time
were more customary and insincere.
To be honest, I was not honest,
and when I closed my eyes to pray,
like a pendulum clock - my mind oscillated!.
My mind wavered for reasons many:
giving too much love to my loved ones
for, I had too much love to give,
expecting them all to reciprocate it,
when it actually Never happened Ever,
Or a situation that led to parting with them
Continued to haunt my tender heart.
Thoughts matured too, as mind matured,
in my twenties when I happened to
decipher the verses of 'The Gita'
which is my holy religious book,
through which I came to realize:
'To be detached with loved ones
by being attached is a way to
control and realize one's own self.'
Though I have not mastered the verses of 'The Gita',
the message of the book does shine
and reflect in my mind crystal clear.
I trust 'The Omnipotent Power' above us,
that guides and loves us all impartially.
Through the light of my life's experiences
and the light that guides me from within
my spiritual journey continues.....
Date: 03/25/2021
Submitted for: A Meaningful Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Originally Written Date: 01/10/2021
For 'My Spiritual Journey' Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
How… how did it get like this?
Why… did we stop talking?
After a time… I stopped trying.
You… you… you were very tired to try.
No one did.
And… a friendship… that… no one acknowledged, but we acknowledged—
now doesn’t exist.
Exists… but…
I’m not the same person you talk to.
It was not love.
It was attachment to a person.
That laugh… that conversation… that gossip…
When a man starts to have that with someone,
he realizes there is something.
And that was not love.
Why… why did we stop talking?
Why did it get like this?
You talk to still… you… you laugh with still…
You gossip with still—
but the one you do all of this with is not me.
We don’t even face each other, face to face.
We just materialize.
We just see each other for less than one second and… look at our work.
Look at our work.
I try my best to hide it.
Even though some of my closest ones—
more close than her—
know what I think about that.
I really don’t like it.
Not a guilty piece, but that attachment kills me.
But the problem is…
I don’t see that on her face.
A friend of mine, a sister of mine, a best friend of mine—
we—
I labeled her that.
With the thought that if she wanted to be called that by name, why not.
But the problem started happening
when we both started to live in it.
The hangouts, the conversations,
were not for romantic intimacy.
They were the kind that touch your heart,
not in the way lovers do,
but the way friends do.
An attachment of a friend that I had gotten…
I just lost it.
I don’t know if it was the influence of my own ego,
or my own path.
I thought I was so deep into the path of my passion,
I forgot I had some friends to talk to,
to hold onto.
And now, when I come back from that place,
to my normal daily life,
to see my normal workplace,
I hate to see her.
Because she has new ones.
And it doesn’t feel new to her.
How me and she were—just the same—
but the people are different,
the conversations longer.
And I hate that.
And I hate that.
If she’s talking to someone,
why is it not me?
I’m not insecure…
maybe I’m insecure.
Maybe.
And maybe… it was her.
It was her fault.
But I stopped talking to her.
So I don’t know why she stopped talking to me.
Drugs come in all shapes and sizes
But the essence is the same
Providing a something we feel lacking;
A hit of pleasure and fulfillment
In instant gratification.
The problem then becomes one
Of cascading cause and effect
As the short cut route
Undermines self-esteem
As we know in our hearts
We are a thief, living a lie.
The drug expresses in the extreme
This paradox of being and desire
Giving us what we want, but leaving us empty;
Widening the lack we started with
Until it is a moat filled with only self-loathing.
The wisdom to be learned
Is always a matter of perspective.
The soul after all
Yearns to be a master not a slave,
And that which is beyond grasp
Is by definition unable to be bound.
This is the perspective we need to be free.
Perhaps emptiness is just a given
And our desire to fill it it’s natural expression,
And in our confusion we mistake
The object of desire with its fulfillment.
We may live a lifetime
Thinking we are attached to the nouns of our existence
All the people, places and things we know and love
When we are really just attached to living.
(12/17/24)
Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment
A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.
Instead,
in this organic preternatural
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships
Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum polarizing issues
aggravated by contemporary
climate pandemic anxious
post-millennial expectations
Not supporting child-conceiving,
child-weaving,
child-rearing maternal
maturing ecofeminist instincts
Substituting win/lose separation anxieties
EarthMother apartness
sacrilegious loneliness
autistic detachment
relentless aching solitude
absence of warm humane touch
and transcendently divine revision
Moving toward lose/lose claustrophobic
degeneration of a healthy
maternally wealthy
root secure resilient attachment
AND
devoid of a wealth-feeling child
securely unwounded, emerging
from EarthMother's green womb
of co-enlightenment
spiritually opening
and then naturally closing
then co-empathic redisclosing
remembering tombs of ancient co-intelligence
multigenerational
interdependent webs
integrating EarthTribe enlightened
empowerment.
Original Sin
implies our Creator of Integrity
made us
an anthropomorphic mistake
Inadequately assumes
that humanity's spirituality
is dualistically severed
from divinity's naturality;
that Yintegral deep Flow
is not also Yang widely polycultural Strength
of polypathic cooperation
This, in turn,
confuses a LeftBrain monotheistic dominant
either/or unmindful anthrosupremacist way
of ZeroSum calibrating
win/win regenerative
analogical health/wealth
Child/EarthMother care
Which could not support
Lose/Lose Original Sin
of degenerative genocide
inspiring evangelical red terrorist
desperate,
Seize the AnthroSupremacist Day,
ecocide.