Best Beingness Poems
Mark
The earth turns its face from you
as if ashamed. You
who tilled the soil, now marked
by what the soil received.
Your brother's blood—
how it murmurs, how it screams.
Deafness would be a mercy.
Wanderer
At Babel, you watch them build
their tongues a discordance of hope.
You know better.
The tower falls. Always, things fall.
In Athens, questions hang in the air
like ripe fruit. You reach for one
find your hand empty.
Constantinople burns.
You've seen this fire before
in your own heart, in Abel's eyes.
Love
Her laughter—sunlight on water.
For a moment, you forget remembering
the weight of your name.
Time, that relentless thief,
steals her breath, leaving you
with pockets full of silence,
her absence echoing in your eternal night.
Witness
Verdun. Mud and blood
indistinguishable. You've carried this earth before,
will carry it again. In Selma, voices rise.
You join the chorus, unseen.
Your story spoiled, yet written
in every cry for justice,
a testament to your own unending quest for peace.
Grace
The sea spilling secrets
waves crashing against the shores of your soul.
In a quiet cell, you contemplate forgiveness—
that impossible shore.
Your heart is a vessel of unspoken prayers.
Each wave a reminder: the divine
as elusive as your peace.
Mortality
She sees you—truly sees.
Beyond the mark, the myth,
to the man who carries centuries in his bones.
You learn to love in moments, not millennia.
Each breath a gift, each touch a benediction
her presence a bridge to your humanity.
Return
The earth no longer rejects you.
You lay down, finally
into the arms of the brother
you've carried all this time.
Abel smiles. You close your eyes.
The silence, at last, is sweet.
Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient
temple
Perched across a bay, weeds and
hyacinths curl between my feet,
Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds
As rustling breeze ascends on skyline's ladder.
In stillness, I lounge on the pew to whisper unsaid psalmic devotions
for a world which aches for calmer
retreat--
That I reach a peak where the mind
becomes absent--
Then I hear them , a medley of peals
Lifting me higher in regulated tempo from gong
rhythms,
A music swelling in warm temperance Until warm kiln of light and radiant
fireflies stir my kundalini.
On this treasured moment, a sentient
energy
Cleanses my beingness from past sins -- mortal and venial-
That I listen to the clang of my inner child's soft echoes entering my veins:
Somewhere in blank spaces, bells swing of
innocent laughter...a treble,
a clap
bringing me to the kindness of youth,
And my body stays quiet, welcoming this rite of
passage on days when the spirit calls for an
interlude's break...a meditative
connection with
the self--
without the need to speak.
I AM as I AM, free & formless in a domain timeless
In, as & one with & within the sea of Oneness
Dissolved and yet in as ordained, distinct
Pure love awareness in a boundaryless precinct
In, within and in yet as by Oneness ordained
The beingness of love seeking outpouring, now contained
Choicelessly choosing to view Its reflection
In the mirror of duality without any distortion
As so chosen, so began, love benign-ability
Polarity in singularity
Creating sensory movement in duality
Spherical vision confined to timeline linearity
The love absolute
Choicelessly resolute
Now within a living body of perfection
Matter manifest as divine vibration
The pure love outpouring
Within body of lower vibration anchoring
Prismatic refraction of ephemerality bemusing
Anchors of grossness to the vehicle of form alluring
Love then, looking at its reflection
Within in-form consciousness, seeing a contortion
Observes that the transient life of the vehicle of imagination
Within duality, is oblivious of its own divinic origin
Linear time then slowly turns
Hypnotically, inexorably churns
The wheel of illusion
Trapping consciousness in mayic delusion
Love being love, yet outpours its nectar
Dispersing magnetically across all vectors
But duality being the zone so choicelessly chosen
The same free will of consciousness keeps its ascension frozen
Yet love being one and consciousness being porous
In timeless time nodes within form, all being love, sing in chorus
Engage in a rhythmic dance synchronous in timeless being-ness
As of resonation to the vibration of the That Oneness
In, within, in-form & formless stillness
O, dear Indus,the witness of millenniums’
History, traditions and culture
You feed us with your sweet water
And in your lap you us nurture
You might be a mighty channel
Of flowing water for the world
On your course with water southward
Moving, marching, whirled
But of cousre for our nation
No doubt You are, but the life
which quenches our thirst, and
Grows for us grain in rife
You, dear Indus,like our mother
And of course our culture’s cradle
You feed us with all your love
With your sweet water by a ladle
You, in the length and breath
Of our dear motherland
Make our life so lofty,
And make our living grand
The originator of the culture
Of the ancient Indus Valley
Begin for us form Monserver
And keep on your untiring sally
Through mountains and forests
And over the vast plains
And stretch across the valley
Through your countless veins
That infuse life in us all
And teach us not to give up
Through your untiring efforts
We learn how to live up
You witness of valiant accounts
Of gallant sons and daughters
Tell us to continue and carry on
With your sally of waving waters
With your water pure you nourish
Not only our bodies but our souls
And make us strong, determined
To get whatever we set our goals
Yes you are, but our beingness
Land without you for us sear !
You are great and strong and,
For you we live, you for us, dear !
Sixty plus, and counting,
Still running from my life:
Child, athlete, writer, warrior
Master Teacher, mother, wife.
Still pondering the age old question,
"Who am I?"
Am I what I do? What I have? Where I work?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Who looks out longingly
from my tired, tear washed eyes?
Am I what I own? Where I've been? Who I've loved?
Or, are these just my alibis?
Does my body define me?
Am I only flesh and blood?
Or, am I composed of each fleeting moment,
Comprised of sweetness, truth and love?
Once, long ago, in a precog dream,
I heard God's resonating voice whispering to me,
"You are Eternal, Immortal, and nothing can hurt you."
So, am I cosmic lights and spirit? Am I the path I seek?
Once, long ago, out of body,
I reveled in a sheath of cosmic light,
Knowing the truth of my own Oneness
And the ecstacy of dimensions in transcending flight.
"I Am that I AM." said the most high God.
Can it really be so starkly simple,
To speak our truth and declare our Beingness,
And all of Life our sacred temple?
I am all possibility, one with my Source.
Powerful, omniscient: an unwavering creative Force.
By my focus and intention, I look deeply into Sri Yantra.
and I become who I choose to be.
By simply deciding to, I call forth the essence of me.
Later That Evening
by Odin Roark
Later that evening
We saw sounds of lightning’s wings
Touches of symphonic batons
The fragrance of paint awaiting canvas
The images of inner peace
The taste of weightlessness
So many sensations
Unavailable during the day
You remember?
So easy
It was
The we of me
Of you
Oneness
Reserved
For collective beingness
We let the flames warm
The day’s frozen fears
Our sun-cloud enlighten doubt
Simplicity personify permanence
As we gave away
The need for nothingness
You do remember
Don’t you?
Such were our times together
What only one’s muse and charge
Can know
All else is illusion
Remember?
Medicinal scents of my impending demise
Morph to chocolate, cinnamon, sweet death-day cake
The final images burned into these old eyes
Their expressions of consternation and heartbreak
Orange glow, I surround them, my body ceases
Engulf them gently in the thing they will miss most
My embrace opens them, and their grief releases
Flesh cages blind them to how we are always close
Barest grasp I could attain in my mortal form
The most I had was a working hypothesis
Why I had to be continuously reborn
To shed the veil of material hypnosis
Simultaneously, hearts and minds interweave
Making a boundless unity, knowledge and love
Only over many lifetimes could I believe
In this all pervading Godness, not just above
Dizzying vista seen sharp, and my choices
To where and when I can go , and how, becomes clear
Fair new strands of life’s web, strange sounds of new voices
To be reborn in other worlds, or remain here?
Many higher forms of life, my soul can now be
Whole worlds, of themselves conscious, or countless new souls
Myriad ways to expand God’s being, love, glory
I become a multitude, a divided whole
So strange, this is how God grows its own beingness
Some of me will fall into darkest nothingness
Parts of me will blossom to transcend my wholeness
Our perfect imperfection, this loving oneness
5/24/16
© by Author
For Contest: Soul Consciousness
Sponsor: Catie Lindsey
Question: After death, will you have to enter again in another Earth life, and Why? (Among others...)
12 syllables/line
Your presence is a gift to the world.
You are a unique human being like no other.
Be your Being--Your Core Essence.
What was there all along.
Before disappointment set in.
It’s your light. Your energetic blueprint.
Your texture.
Your movement.
Your song. Your dance.
It’s your beingness.
What came before the doing.
Your timelessness.
Its your stillness. It’s the you that lights up the room.
It’s the you that touches, moves and inspires others to be their best.
It’s the you behind the masks of making nice and playing it safe.
It’s the you that Just Is.
The you that opens to life and lets love right in.
Your presence is a gift.
Who will you choose to be ?
From the moment I first saw your beingness…
I knew from the flutter in my heart chakra, you were a divine goddess…
I could intensely feel the power of your consciousness…
In that moment;
I chose to desire to know your purpose…
I chose to desire knowing your dreams…
I chose to desire knowing your kiss…
I chose to desire knowing your intimate bliss…
I chose to desire you…………………………………
Illuminated golden light sparked a fire when our energies entangled…
A magnetic whirlwind of love carves a life path…
A river of gratitude flows from this heart to yours…
Your Beauty…
Your strength…
Your love…
Spreads my heart in devotion……………………………….
Whispers speak to me…
Gently floating into my still mind…
Guiding me like a beacon to stay on the truth course…
Whispers speak to me…
Ever so softly into my ear, as I sit quietly in silence…
Providing answers to questions of this life…
Whispers speak to me…
Within feelings, allowing them to be; not identifying them as who I am…
Whispers speak to me…
Within that my eyes see…
The subtle glowing of a tree’s life force…
Reminds me we are more than this society…
Whispers speak to me…
Within my energy vibration…
Awakening me from a forgetful sleep…
Uniting my soul to the place that created its beingness…
Whispers speak to me…
An amethyst ethereal was seen
in Herculean constellation grand
of gem’s celestial purple-splendored sheen
within a dying star’s outreaching strand.
In vivid planetary nimbus show
its death in living color to portray
the stellar rings around the rosy go
like jewel from the lava in Pompeii.
Midst Milky Way that cloud is most remote
from scene of where is played this brief vignette
with earthlings spinning out their anecdote
while circling star half through its span— and yet
past present immemorial amassed
beyond our beingness shall everlast.
~ Harley White
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The poem is a sonnet…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Archaeologists discovered an invaluable cache of ritual artifacts at Pompeii…
Image and information ~ A Cosmic Amethyst in a Dying Star…
Image explanation ~ This new image of IC 4593 has X-rays from Chandra in purple, invoking similarities to amethysts found in geodes around the globe. The bubble detected by Chandra is from gas that has been heated to over a million degrees. These high temperatures were likely generated by material that blew away from the shrunken core of the star and crashed into gas that had previously been ejected by the star.
My Beautiful Beloved, my heart is on fire just envisioning
your touch. Your kiss carries me to ecstasy.
Your lips take me to wonderlands never before known.
Your fingertips ignite my beingness creating delicate
pulsations of bliss. Electric waves of passion rush through
my cells at the mere thought of you. My soul cries for
your caress taking me to heights of Pure Love creating
Heaven on Earth. You and I are Heaven on Earth. Our
Ecstatic passionate vibration radiates throughout the
Cosmos and beyond creating a New Magickal Paradise for
us and all. I Love You, I Adore You, I Cherish You way
beyond words, way beyond any worldly comprehension.
Our shared passionate embrace creates a blissful Utopia
uplifting all Humanity and the Cosmos. To ascend
together, forever into eternity and beyond and one day
finally at last never to return to this dense plane.
Together forever with you My One and Only True Love.
You and I as ONE Always and Forever...never to belong to
another.
Copyright Kimberly Fluitt, June 2, 2012
Your in medias res beingness is replotting the whole story of mine.
In The Dead Me,
There Is A Living You.
With You,
I Feel Lost In The Cyesis Of The
Deepest Pit Of Sea Of Well Beingness.
With You,
I Feel An Energyless Vibrating
Symphony, Which Has
A Tremendous Thought Momentum.
Due To The Uncertain Mutability Of Life,
I Maintain That Life Is Neither Monoic
Nor An Ideal State Of Imitation.
Perhaps "Quiescence" Is The Antonym Of Life.
Well Whatever,
My Utterance Is Like Writing Water With Water On Water.
To Know The Very Essence Of Life,
Just Give Up.
The Verity Of Life Is Pathetically Ambiguous.
And Hence The Certitude Of Life Is Tremendously Exotic.
Kneel Before The Facts Of Life Is The Perception Of Intelligence.
It Seems That
Perhaps The Only Real Fact About Life Is Its Nature Of Factlessness.
Somehow Life Seems Axiomatic.
Life Pocessess No Fact.
Surrender Yourself To The Existence.
And I Postulate That It Can't
Be Done By The Help Of Thought
And The Thinking Process.
A Thinker Can Never Come
To Know Anything About The Life.
I Don't Know How Do I Come
To Know This,
But It Is My Providential Insight
That Somehow You
Only Taught Me All This And I Maintain
That You Is A Rare Happening To Me.
And The Way I Love You Is The Only Way To Love You !
Stop that laughter
( from somewhere I hear my voice )
I don´t dream of ever being sexy, then again…
( some skin tears my heart apart: the gaze: the absolutely beingness:
something I can´t touch directly with my hands: it´s an inner sexiness )
Stop talking about her body, I saw nothing of it….
( a flavor: memories meeting in a kind of environment: and yes you were there)
If I could give you something ( lasting ) ( something more than others gave you )
( if its just my friendliness: so here you have me )
let me try to spell your name ( a rose fell into my bosom )
let me not hurt your fineness
O, let them talk ( I could understand your distrust )
And at least I give you the red silence