Best Bardo Poems

"Another Bardo Day"



Amaranthine
Illuminates 
Samsara
legs and hips sway
wrapped around hard street
and through the 
Beginningless Beginning 
holds hands with Kali
Just another Bardo Day
enraptured en route 
to the nefarious 
Nirvana, 
the emptiness state 
there she resides 
tempting impatiently
the bored and insane
the four noble truths at play
it’s all in...

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BARDO.



May not the 
Element of space
Rise against me
In acrid acrimony.

From the north 
Arrives green goddess
Ghanta of serpent head
Garlanded with skulls
And in her hand
Holding metallic bells
Sounds of the surges
Deafening eared knell.

Let me remember
Infinite compassions
The past deeds
For all the things
Great and small
And for all the creeds.

For the...

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I take two long seconds
to watch my breath rattle
the snow

brittle and sweet. I don't want
to leave and I am so scared
of losing. the kettle sings

and we turn the pages.
even in despair, you burn
and I can't imagine you ever

dying. we laugh through the
cold, blood pounding steps.
god,...

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flickering awareness
an in-between stage
with knowing imbibed
but not yet assimilated

we call it the bardo

26-March-2023...

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Buddha numerics
Time between death and rebirth
cosmic waiting room















(bardo- intermediate space of time between 
death and rebirth. Symbolically, 7 to
49 days in Buddhist time.)...

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Before moistened grief crystallised in eyes dries,
humming aliveness of our heart exhumes pain
and positioned thus in the bardo, we rise,
as pristine soul presence, free from ego’s chain
invokes bliss magnetism to gently baptise,
wholeness of being in Holy Spirit’s rain,
moment by moment thus, all moments entwined,
dwelling in...

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I look toward the sacred symbol
Displaying my ignorance 
For where is God not

Stuporous awareness
Oblivious to warning signs
Is now consumed by fears created

Yet within each half breath cessation
When polarities interchange
We are in the bardo

I notice this lifeline 
Provided by the universe
And meld my consciousness therein

02-June-2023...

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In time dissolved moments, early morn
Between the sleeping and waking state
In this bardo of pure bliss, we’re reborn
Love’s caress enlivens presence chaste
Each dew drop of joy, a unique unicorn

Aglow in our light, throbbing with delight
We are transfixed by soundless thunder
Feeling complete, heart refuses to alight
Savouring...

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With no agenda in our shelf,
having become the witness self,
our gentle touch and mindful eye,
allows life to flow by itself.

There yet are moments when we sigh,
since thought tempests take time to die
but for the most part, we are still
and in the vast void, wingless fly.

We...

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Stirred from sleep, early this morn,
ego shorn, refreshed, reborn,
feeling within bliss humming,
as notes of rapture strumming.

I was then, the light of Self,
with no desire on the shelf,
for mind was as yet asleep,
which is how I went in deep.

Bliss froze time, that soul may climb
toward heaven...

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It is at eventide 
When scarlet turns red
We feel the light of God inside

Our presence by bliss beats led 
Rests in the toroidal heart
By soma nectar fed

Stillness is an art
Requiring identity to recede
That flow of magnetism may start

Negating desire, living as of need
Light within heart...

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sexy couple shooting pool
what was that covetousness rule?
when am i going to get over this?
in the back of my mind, memories of bliss
keep me looking, well attached
until this longing body is dispatched
to the dustheap, while this mind
propelled into bardo, still looking behind
at all the ties...

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("Nonbinary", 2023, original encaustic)

You’ll Never Come Back…

Thrown into an ocean 
Deeper and vaster than thought
Carried on waves of sound
Waves of light
Propelled on waves of bliss
Through a portal 
That has no name
No place
No time
But here and now

Washed up on a shore
After the storm 
Bathed in warmth
Exhausted...

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Through all of this noise
You came looking for me, and
Here we meet at last.

(2/25/24)
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("Through The Looking Glass", 2017, original encaustic)

Listen Now!

Listen now without distraction,
Within the endless cycle of distraction,
Recognize the pure forms
Of your projection
To be nothing 
But the clear light
Of playful mind

Awakened One
Know this, 
And only this,
Your true face
Greets you
In the illusion
Of death

Recognize, 
Without fear emptiness 
Cannot be...

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