Best Cessation Poems
Deep into meditation
I finally let loose useless desires -
those desires that in the end
have been so meaningless
I feel myself lost in a moment -
which to one like me implies
always being caught up
in things for which
no catching up is needed
except in others’ expectations for me
In my mind’s eye,
am I seeing God?
Love for everyone floods my body.
In a moment of cessation,
bliss blossoms
Tinted colors of old
Debauched, dubious mysteries
Finagled corrupt's gold
A glorious, poignant history
An empty throne,
And tales of skirmish
Standing draped in gold, all alone
A war cry and a death wish
Glorious structures,
Secluded with pride
Curtained with greed and power
A broken ruling mind
Sky turning grey
Chains broken for freedom
Nobility burned like hay
End of the golden demon.
© Rohan Suresh
Sensation Without Cessation
The tunes pour loudly into my thirsty dry ears.
My tried soul and scarred body sway to the beat.
Forever wandering spirit and mind follow the rhythm.
Songs with words echo through all that is me.
My imagination floats free at chants without words.
In the silence spaces, I hear music when there is none.
Notes, I see that vibrate where others see darkness.
Words, notes, sounds, sights all make the melody.
I dance, run, sing, stand still, cry and laugh all at once.
My hands try to write that which flows relentlessly through me.
Sadly, that very paltry human act pollutes the purity of it all.
I cannot capture or express what it all means as it flows past.
Must one destroy self to release the dirge that lies beneath?
Should I expand to vapor to express the siren strains I see?
Must I join without reserve the slow waltz of the stars?
Can I meld with the strings of reality as they proclaim their psalms?
Do you hear the operatic vocals of the golden tongues of time?
In this world I am the eve of malevolence,
You should thrust this to your intelligence,
Before you are crying,
“Tis time for thy twinge!”
I should never shed a tear of love,
Never make you bleed gaiety,
For, give me of good reasoning,
To ever hand to you my heart,
But I tell you now, thy gracious fool,
Humanity prevails in this world,
Only to asphyxiate it and soon,
We all shall conquer the cessation to our being.
cravings of form consumed me
oh how I wished to be free
although organic form is but dust
I am torn between divine love and lust
so as to become self-aware
I decided to stagnate nowhere
releasing each impulse as soon it arose
remaining vibrant in blissful repose
my disembodied i floats above
ego… id… superego
constructs psychological
cum gravitas, or so they are told
straining, clawing
the drumbeat frantic
as mine is subdued,
tenterhooks unglued...
the universal chord
syncing
my pulse purring
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September 23, 2024
Cessation Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
What defines flow
to coffin from womb
am I a shell -
a cloak shrouding neon
or am I
an oyster
devoid of pearl,
simply meat, drifting
between rock
and coral -
no divinity but squal for the sun.
Each desire mirrors
fears causing shivers,
as we so create,
highs and lows of fate.
As long we’re seeking,
energy’s leaking,
causing commotion
in life in motion.
With each breath we die.
Why then do we sigh?
This world’s but a dream,
where thought forms do stream.
Being by God breathed,
erst cravings deceased,
heart’s ever aglow,
in staid stillness slow.
We are living light,
vibrant with delight,
seeing God in each,
as scriptures do preach.
25-June-2022
Let’s lay to rest all doubts that grout,
rooted in conditioned belief,
that thus giving our soul relief,
we’re at peace as we go about.
Transforming as vast space itself,
recognising we’re all of this,
all nodes within suffused with bliss,
no desires remain on our shelf.
As God’s grace pours in from above,
our feeble form is energised,
objects no longer weighed and sized
and all that then remains is love.
Judging neither fault nor merit,
all thought forms, we disinherit.
asleep to awake in the
dreamless world of dreams,
where perception and reality,
have merged and lost their identity,
where the mist of reason is so thick,
that delusions guide the way,
purpose and direction is unknown,
but the journey is still made,
slowly through treacherous paths,
fear of death lurks but dread of life is more,
in those undefined vague wanderings
is a kindle of hope, that something
somewhere will jolt things to be right,
making reason takeover, and some
divine wisdom would light up,
the muffled silence in the ears
would be greeted by bird songs,
the paths will open up into green apple orchards,
a river would flow to its own rhythm,
and life would pulsate to reassure again,
that life is real, there are no dreams,
reason smiles like a lipsticked beautiful damsel,
beaconing to follow her to new opportunities.
And I follow as told….. to find,
cessation! Cessation of mangled uncertainty,
and glimpse of a new hope, a new beginning.
In the darkest of the night,
With world all asleep,
She was awake,
For promises she had to keep,
Kids crying all night,
Dogs barking,
She went out of sight,
Leaving no sound ringing,
Read and heard,
Were her words,
Alive and free,
Was this young bird,
Caged her dreams,
Now rests in peace,
Staged her fears,
Time has seized,
This young lass,
With everything to hide,
Left this unworthy place,
Keeping her left happiness,
By her side,
She finally felt no pain,
On her piquant face,
Her time was finally up,
By god’s grace.
She is no longer awake,
Only in his dreams,
As she swoons with the wind,
And rushes down the stream,
Is where she finally is,
Laughing,
Dreaming,
Singing
And Dead.
a smile in the darkness draws me near
pull me in and we can disappear
reading between the lines
on train tracks
in teeth
the way we smile
Carved out memories to remember your eyes
and the feel of how things might have been
lost between us now we try
To pick up where we left these issues of mine
waiting for the sun shine.
broken
ends of a love
being spliced together.
couple on the outs hit the pause...
button.
Date written: 12/31/2021
The One is in all,
so we cannot fall,
if we but align,
with the pulse divine.
If mind-body shell
chooses to rebel,
by employing force,
we’re distanced from source.
When all desires cease,
we flow like the breeze,
vibrant yet detached,
whence soul’s in form hatched.
What happens is this:
resplendent in bliss,
we glow as God’s flame,
labels cannot name.
Dwell oh hermit, in the vast, formless void,
seeking nothing, animating the heart,
whence no longer by wispy thoughts decoyed,
invoking grace, feel bliss ignition start.
The first thing we cognise is boundless space,
noticed not since our eye searches for form
but if steps toward heaven we’d retrace,
we must be receptive to love’s touch warm.
Lost in a dream world of our own making,
we no longer know that we’re living light,
so spend most of our life in fear quaking,
blocking God’s grace that ushers bliss delight.
Ceasing to react if we be but still,
easy then becomes soul’s ascent uphill.