Best Cognisant Poems
With no mindless questions to ask
Swathed in blissful moonlight, we bask
The vast void is where we belong
Facade of form, a cloak, a mask
Vibrant presence sings a love song
Childlike heart taking all along
Ambling along gently with ease
Cognisant of our heart’s love gong
As erst patterns of old unfreeze
From this dream life, soul gets release
No longer by thought forms decoyed
Love wafts joyously like the breeze
As
we drift
from focus
to the trance state,
witness consciousness
which we may call the Self,
always poised in the vast void,
remans detached yet cognisant
of all the comings and goings here,
in but not of each thought and sensation.
No doubt the gunas three twirl us around
but by resting in time dissolved calm,
light of Self becomes manifest
through tranquil meditation
as softened attention
erases space-time,
our eye single,
commingles
with God’s
light.
From where he sits presently, he is convinced that the choices he made, the paths he took, and the roads not taken were far and away, being guided by supernatural hands. That over a 50 year period his ship would dock so serenely, was highly unpredictable.
From the age of 14, he was very cognisant of the direction in which he wanted to proceed. That was the initial turning point in his life when he began to focus on his future, and without a doubt, the young man's dedication was set in stone. His will and determination were strong, and a forward looking pathway began to unfold and become crystal clear.
From the frosted winter's dawn to the steamy and humid days of summer, he fought back many a tear of melancholy. At the stillness of the gloaming, a friendly rest appeared to ease the day's toil; and deep into the night, hopeful dreams of the valiant warrior prepared him for the next day's fight. The hope- starved back fields of Dixie required one to be forevermore protected with the phycological shields of steel. His was a life destined to be one of substance and purpose; not one to remain bathed in a rich pathos of poverty.
No woulda's, coulda's, and shoulda's are causing him to be upset His is a free spirit and in his sunsets, there are no regrets
08172017PSContest, Eight word Challenge-3, John Hamilton
The span interminable aeonia
glitter
stealthy as if in moonlight
blue to silverware
the grass sequester
Tip toes the indistinct
circumstance
summoning prescient
a moment
from a moment
tethers a heart to immolation
virtuoso in instincts
inspiration
Her passage lay silken summer flower heads
misty ephemeral on enchanted footsteps
there in Virgo
as a mere wisp she danced
all of mystery
sacred ember of hidden melody
octave, she says
remember me
Blossom of a sun
quiver every freedom
shudders she in aurora
awake
a sentients fingertip
invitation
In her secrets I breathe
ever lost between light and leaves
incantation weaves
implicit
a riddles rhyme to drink
suckle 'pon the geometries
of beauty
is, as of she
And I lay beneath every droplet of rain
I lay there within the symphony of a million ricochets
a tone played applause upon her octave
of nothings observation
and planetesimal entity be
from the Arco-Iris raise me
and I shall wander through the boulevard trees
upon the unstoppered plains of those highland peaks
children of the sun
claim our indefatigable right to be free
Perpetual now my insomnia
placid my so very tranquil
universal now, my I, so very still
atomized to the butterfly wings of China
merely the unwavering rhythms I breathe
A sea my mother is
cognisant of rooting earth
there in Virgo's mysteries
the memories of Cygnus she dances
hallowed embers of an incognito symphony
octave, she says
you will
yes you will
remember me
Accepting all that is as is, we flow,
devoid of both desire and aversion,
simply present, pulse of conscience follow,
in continuum of contemplation,
our singular focus, divine union,
pulsating within, moment to moment,
wherein all we do, is be cognisant,
each impulse, embracing and releasing,
breezing through life in tranquil contentment,
observing our heart slowly thus blooming.
23-July-2021
Expelling breath, pursed softly love,
My sibilant tongue expounds the phrase,
Of Eden found and feathered words,
Flown weather thieved. Carried on
A nomad breeze, perhaps to die
Unheeded upon the lake shore
Mud flats. Or picked apart by
Cormorant beaks and swallowed down,
Digested in an acid tract composed
Of oil and water gulped. Or sonar burn
An aural canal, drilled, drizzled
Raindrop patterns sizzled course
Through natural pathways, morse and air
To crystalise the creeping smile that
Other eyes decipher not;
Creating your cognisant guise
A Mona Lisa semblance.
A note for you,
dear reader.
My writing is not always traditional,
not iambic pentameter as taught in school.
As with my life,
I shy away from the standards,
Reminiscent perhaps of the 60, 70's generation
of free thinkers, change makers, trip takers,
now, abundant baby boomers.
We still like to think and believe
in life possibilities and the part we play,
and a coming of the world to peace.
This blend of prose and poetry you read -
is me and it may change with time
as it has done in the past.
But be cognisant of this me I am
and the me with more possibility
of who I want and may yet be.
and hopefully these random, pensive writings
may be some inspiration to each of you.
Our mouths at times have quite a bad habit
Getting us in a whole bunch of do-do
Forgetting that sensitive ears can sometimes
Unintentionally be hurt, so true
We must always be cognisant of other's feelings
Those things that make people hurt
Insensitivity can lead to misunderstanding
Making others your friendship to avert
Our hearts are really quite delicate at times
We must always be mindful of this
When in doubt we best say nothing at all
Being hurtful is never our wish
Not only will someone feel more at ease
What I've realized over the years
You'll also feel more at peace with yourself
Not bruising someone's sensitive ears
© Jack Ellison 2013
Following the heart of my Father
Knowingly secured
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
His so Breath kiss my lungs I feel His embrace
Unlimited
Peaceful, intimate soul secure;
I love Him my Father;
The creator, Elohim, my Daddy
Abba, Father
Timeless now alive
My ALL ABBA FATHER GOD
The follower of my heart and soul
The reason why I’m here
Vulnerable yet embraced
I look upon His grace
As I appreciate His taste,
Liken of lavender and honey cone;
Welcoming
Knowingly secured
Following the heart of my Father
12/17/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
from anthology "COGNISANT"
Down the fervent aeons Buddha’s sagesse,
casts its august shroud on benign witness,
shades, shadows, subtle symbol shift,
encompass cosmopolitan and temporal,
incongruous to flaccid predilection feigned,
astute statue of nuance and nicety,
crosses annual acme’s snowflake whirl,
Christmas that propitious seasonable fount,
amid the merriment and jubilation stirred,
can wry dispensation be somehow drowned,
sculpted mould epitomising solemn pearls,
to counter spartan sparkle an uneven match,
for the blissful bubble oft recurrent judder,
though evaluation oscillates on this thorny subject,
palatial gift as lavish token bountiful toward,
unswerving fellow pilgrims of our jagged journey,
despite the avalanche of advertiser’s counterfoil,
triumphant warm rush Burra Din advantage,
can engender migrating episodes deft mutual,
as the Buddha manifests a dovetail harmony,
strained coexistence with December frolic
in the most enshrined but unforeseen locations,
where Buddha influencer might drop wry hints,
juxtapose amidst jollied Christmas victuals,
where bear necessity bordering on martyrdom,
is gratuitously extolled in quaint quintessential quote,
that arrant caustic jibe at the apparently trivial,
the importance of recurring benchmark scope,
as that valid institution built on solid query,
might be seen as an awkward encroachment,
to the much pilloried fanfare of modern life,
changes are afoot when blind pursuit exhales,
has in zoom of instance been Buddha fostered,
if one probes forensically profound into the furore,
where future life burden is an exponential angst,
so abundant amid a sinister spiralling pessimism,
the seeds have been planted in a sprouting urn,
for above the shoulder carry torch consciousness,
a synchronous embryonic Buddha ethos at the core,
one is cognisant of this in zealous online sweeps,
where a budding spirit Christmas mosaic adjunct,
is a Buddhaesque nod on foot of wellness kinship
to concatenate shrouded inkling o’er enduring quest,
on the universal isthmus of humanity plagued by panacea,
one suspends as Buddha meets Christmas on a jubilant,
December day exuding generous exchange across the globe,
it’s a down the centuries dilemma entangled in time,
Jesus, the son of God and Christ His heart
Christ consciousness within man yet dormant
Awakens; when all souls one, none apart
He taught - love is our native element
Underlying truth, Perichoresis
God unity, when we be cognisant
His descent into matter, kenosis
Sacrificing his own life, that we may live
Teaching, metanoia in stillness
Shifting to a perception expansive
Joy in heart, hope in mind, each act holy
Purity of being, with no motive
Thought of separation, is mans folly
Steely resolve and faith, imbibes Gods grace
Non-dual awareness, path heavenly
He walked with us, teaching face to face
Seeing with eye of heart, the shift needed
Magnetism real, no puzzles to lace
Oh hermit! Once lower thoughts are weeded
Christ in us awakes, throb of bliss heeded
05-June-2021
(Syllabic Terza Rima)
Jesus poetry contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Using these words once only: holy, life, grace, faith, hope, joy, love
At the dextrous flick of a pliant switch,
or some hue laden buoyant platform,
building sturdy grey grain bridges,
thin veil barren vacuum putative,
in a distant introverted wingspan,
yearning heart at the kernel of a handset,
shrink-wrap diaspora our intrinsic zeitgeist,
contact list on three dimension video,
in situ variegated infinite topic,
profound menu of cerebral dichotomy,
intimate engagement squeezes firm,
the lachrymose event within,
cognisant of prying web snoop,
on screen shadow world doubter,
secret anguish at forlorn tap,
proxy palm of hand palliative,
fingers jitter in composition panel,
pathos rapt in emoji display font,
deep ink well wiki tiered option link,
faint blue highlight access patch,
to master virtual mind concepts,
Jack-O-Lantern vapour a viral mask,
bogus face to face enchantment?
facile glib judgement I’d eschew,
labyrinthine waylay self-induced,
broad deep life question digital,
pop up connoisseur glossary,
perception at the press of a button,
in the eyes of the shrill yet genuine flock,
plus and minus fact sheet,
an overtopping wavelength,
how impoverished and lonely,
our dialogue would be,
this world would sink into,
even graver crass detachment,
without the many, many positives,
our smart devices regularly bring
Anticipation of experience
Confines power of our meditation
Memory subtle thought interference
Cessation enabling bliss elation
As long as a doer is resident
We self-block flow of divine energy
Whilst moment to moment, simply present
Aglow in the current by synergy
Mindful eye, cognisant of each nuance
Distils mind-body impulses rising
Nonchalantly leaving nothing to chance
Thus in continuum meditating
Vaporised self melds with divine presence
In carefree dance of childlike innocence
15-June-2021
Dweller of the void
Void centric awareness,
attentive to what is,
negating not here this,
entwined with That oneness,
radiates soul’s bliss fizz.
Void centric awareness,
in but not of the world,
within womb of peace curled,
dwells in time stretched stillness,
no longer by thoughts twirled.
Void centric awareness,
in the here now present,
invites God’s joy current
to usher blissfulness;
of each throb, cognisant.
Void centric awareness,
melds with the flow of life,
at each moment bliss rife
in agendalessness,
free from struggle and strife.
14-May-2022
Cognisant of but yet nonchalant to
events that would have upset us before,
we witness this dream as life does renew,
without feeling drawn to keep any score,
for we’re empty though vibrant at our core,
recognising life flows on by itself,
with all that matters being light of Self.