Best Cognised Poems
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow” ~ Unseeking Seeker
I flow like silken ripples
through mirrored lakes,
a lotus sprouting from
mountain streams,
soaked in the saffron
warmth of summer’s flare,
jeweled in citrine pearls of purity.
Awaiting galaxies of clarity
to unveil an emerald estuary,
streaming in sizzling serenity,
oblivious to the searing strings
of fickle tethers pulling
this delicate psyche
toward an abyss filled
with superficial scraps,
fragmented dreams,
and empty conch shells,
tearing my fragile skin
with splinters and sea glass,
reflecting the inflated ego
of a wanderer adrift
amidst ferocious tides.
O sacred skies,
adorned with starry scars,
I’ve long searched in vain
through a salt-soaked
cave of confusion
for twirling diamonds
and fragrant fireworks
to grant me an eternal
haven of celestial calligraphy
carved in halcyon ink,
unaware of the silver flecks
sparkling deep within my soul.
Must I forever be lost,
like languid leaves
pressed between chapters
of seasonal souvenirs,
or should I rise like
a mythical bird,
engrossed in golden musings,
a tameless seeker
of zestful zephyrs?
I am softened
streaks of twilight,
breathing ethereal dust,
while dancing to
the swirling silhouettes
above cosmic candles,
illuminating the orchid
orchard of consciousness,
as this heart beats to
the blissful rhythm
of an untouched breeze,
curating magnetic alchemy,
to harmonize inner music
in mellifluous mindfulness.
I am the light that
lights all the lights,
the undying glow
within supernova lanterns.
I am the artist
painting my own paradise,
immersed in topaz tunes
of an Elysian empire,
where divine scriptures
of the Almighty
conduct a choir
of continuous compassion.
So let the gates of your gaze
rest in singing silence,
listen to the unspoken reality,
echoing like tranquil rhymes
within a sonnet etched from
mystical moonbeams,
for between these lines~
floats the lunar wings,
manifesting a rosier awakening,
as my faith is the conqueror
of crystalline constellations,
forever basking in the euphoric glory
of tulsi dawn.
Robert Hooke caused quite a commotion
In the academic ocean
When in spite of his Gown
With a lady of the Town
He enjoyed simple harmonic motion
Not before had he seemed so spry
That nobody could deny
He’d a verve and a pep
And a spring in his step
As he walked along the High
Thus out of his indiscretion
That made such a lasting impression
He cognised and saw
There must be a law
Of extension and compression
melding with the shifting hues of a scarlet sunset
dissolving ego identity while playing with a child
taking in the breeze wafting through pine trees
invoking grace by making heart soft and mild
relinquishing cravings with nonchalant ease
oh worthy hermit, what is that awareness
innate vibrancy that does not come and go
immediate and intimate, closer than our skin
the pulse of life cognised in staid stillness slow
bliss ignition that constantly reverberates within
befriending silence by shifting from head to heart
allowing soul stirrings to rise and in time subside
as attention ceases to sway, our ego falls away
consciousness expands and we wingless glide
beholding our luminous essence, clear as day
Holder of the flame of bliss awareness
Cognised by presence, in tranquil stillness
Each hue new, although generic code same
God is love; we may give Him any name
Filling voids within, with joy in fullness
Deluded is thought of separateness
Empathy births interconnectedness
We all are one, this life play but a game
Holder of the flame
God in-dwells all forms, as the That oneness
Love, light and power, endless blissfulness
Steady resolve, with God-connect our aim
Set aside ego urge, which is to blame
Transmuting to luminous Godliness
Holder of the flame
17-November-2021
Caress of grace sublime, shows on our face,
of peace that surpasses understanding;
a jigsaw puzzle others cannot lace,
our aura both gentle and commanding.
It’s not that we don’t share but few can pair,
with the road map that leads to joyous bliss,
stemming from soul’s inner light, self-aware,
borne by pure love of Divine Mother’s kiss.
Symbols we use, interpreted by mind,
are in truth addressed to the heart centre,
so it’s best we leave all knowing behind
and simply allow bliss mists to enter.
Resting counsel of ego deceptive,
clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive.
Clear truth is known to pure hearts receptive,
whose life purpose is God search in earnest,
cognised by soul’s mindful eye perceptive,
allowing love seeds in our heart to nest.
Love is not a pretended emotion
and therefore we must first choose to be still,
distancing ourselves from thought commotion,
dwelling in silence, till voids within fill.
All that that comes and goes is unreal
and with this understanding we begin,
living in the moment with zest and zeal,
weeding away cravings that lead to sin.
When such emptiness becomes our soul’s choice,
we begin to hear whispers of God’s voice.
We begin to hear whispers of God’s voice,
when we hold steady resolve and focus,
upon which we feel nodes within rejoice,
moving in form along the bliss locus.
We may call this Holy Spirit or chi
but leaving labels for the time aside,
what happens is for the first time we see,
that the God we sought resides deep inside.
Beholding God in clear sight, light soft white,
we see that our soul’s made in His image,
pulsating within with unbound delight
and with this knowing, we become a sage.
Having no mundane, earthy goals to chase,
caress of grace sublime, shows on our face.
We are advised to show, not tell
but if the abstract be real,
to speak of when the ego fell,
requires us not to think but feel.
The light we see, when eye’s single,
may be pointed out to, not shown,
as when polarities mingle,
birthing rapture we alone own.
Silence holds cosmic vibrations,
known as sound of one hand clapping
and within spine bliss sensations
are known not to those who’re napping.
To speak of truth that transcends mind
in language that’s dualistic,
is discerned by mind of the heart,
cognised only by a mystic.
Have you ever seen a candle glow,
the one that is whiter than snow.
The special brightness it will show,
it can light up a room for all to see.
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
Everyone has this very special light,
the light that lights all lights.
What is it you may ask,
the soul one was given at birth.
Many do not know about this special light,
therefore they do not use this special light.
Once you find it use it,
let your life show your light.
Letting the screen upon which life plays,
cognised in staid stillness slow.
“we look for that light eternal that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays cognised in staid stillness slow” -
the contest sponsor's quote.
People these days can seem
to always be on the go.
If our lives were televised,
what about us would folks know?
People might not be aware
of the light on God’s big screen,
but even deeds in darkness done
are by the angels seen.
If we could only slow things down
and think of things we’ve done,
we could in a moment be
knowing actions we must shun.
How we can improve ourselves
we ought to contemplate,
and darkness from the good Lord’s light
we then can separate.
In evil hearts, the light of God
will not there abide.
Let yourselves not into
the realm of darkness slide.
God’s light of love won’t vanish.
It is charity divine.
Dwell inside it knowing
evermore that it will shine.
practice makes perfect, so let’s get to it
until we feel each nuance deep within
soft rhythm taking us to the summit
the table is laid and the lamp is lit
inviting us to silence ego din
practice makes perfect, so let’s get to it
playful forgiving heart and ready wit
childlike pristine innocence free from sin
soft rhythm taking us to the summit
divinity within clear light emits
cognised by presence in stillness sanguine
practice makes perfect, so let’s get to it
steely stoic resolve that never quits
each breath intake with gratitude virgin
soft rhythm taking us to the summit
embrace-hold-release with ease, oh hermit
feeling thus bliss graze each pore of our skin
practice makes perfect, so let’s get to it
soft rhythm taking us to the summit
16-April-2021
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
by Unseeking Seeker
As Almighty Creator’s children who're created in the image of God,
We’re born gifted of His Light, don’t be so anxious or sad,
God’s light had dwelt in our heart and soul, in each and among us;
Let it shine in every minute, hourly, in all seasons, in every Christmas!
The light in our soul is powered as great and bright as the sun,
By our love, generosity, good deeds and holiness in expanse;
God’s Light in our heart is eternal, can’t be hidden, come and go--
We’re sculptured as His Lighthouses to glorify Him! Let’s all show!
If we’re blinded…carried away by temptations or disappointments,
Dwindled hope, faith, values and darkness will never be our Light’s ends;
Look within our soul, or of other’s, holding fervently to God in prayers
To light that lights all lights so brightly, for God lives in us forever!
Line of inquiry:
“we look for that light eternal
that does not come and go
the screen upon which life plays
cognised in staid stillness slow”
Oh, Jesus, you are the Light of the world.
A light that lights all other lights, pooled.
The sun’s sparkle or the moon’s silver gleams,
Can come nowhere near your shining beams.
Stars parade in the sky igniting the dark night.
But their light is never a match to the brightest light.
All other lights are but adjuncts of Him
They come and go and eventually grow dim.
When from my life, steadily ebbs out each day,
When hope grows dim and joys pass away,
When darkness deepens, Oh Jesus as light in me, abide.
I pray- “Never let me drown in trial’s rising tide.
Oh Jesus, the light of the world, piolet me,
Chart my path, I look hopefully upon Thee
Lead me, Oh blessed one, to your glory bright
Lead me through gloom into clear light!”
Only by focusing on that eternal light,
We become aware how our lives in stagnation blight.
As His light flashes on life’s big screen
Many of our wicked deeds come to be seen.
When I begin to live in Him, I am no longer blind
The light from Him will illumine my mind
As long as I look into that light, I will be okay
I know, my path will be lit by his brilliant ray.
Sometimes amid scenes of deepest gloom,
His light helps my hopes sprout and bloom.
I shall sing of his glory from morn to night,
For He lights my path and is my heart’s delight.
May our light shine, helping others in their needs
That they may glorify God seeing our good deeds.
When we live in Him, we are children of light
And never will be lost in the darkness of night.
I reminisce, I miss
the bliss continuum
when narrow thought
interrupts dynamic stillness
imagery memory brought
oft in serpentine spirals
rooted in and birthed by ego
being a bubble imaginary
yet intruding rudely
owing to blockages within
still in mind body resident
onto which images anchor
seeking my attention
hoping that I indulge
thereby granting the illusions
new lease of delusional life
as dreams within dreams
I reminisce, I miss
lessening of my hearts yearning
to deepen divine connection
by softening fickle attention
consciousness centred in void
wherein I simply do vaporise
relinquishing transient identity
melding with absolute oneness
as layer by layer veils dissolve
revealing luminescence of truth
noumenon underlying phenomena
cognised by my spiritual eye
even as I am being so breathed
by God Himself enlivening form
whereupon in-form consciousness
beholds in astonished wonderment
the reassuring touch of His hand
I reminisce, I miss
20-March-2021
I reminisce I miss poetry contest
Sponsor: James Edward Lee
‘Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy’, adage,
simple enough, for a child innocent.
Why then with insomnia, war we wage?
Methinks, due to bubbling thoughts resident,
we stagnate, mired in ego sediment.
As both the prisoner and tormentor,
spectator, as well as the conjurer,
freedom lies by living in the present,
moment to moment, as meditator,
ever present in inner sound current!
At the core, what matters is our response
to manifestations, as they unfold.
We look at each life offering askance,
whilst the child within, is trusting and bold,
both waking and sleeping, in joy beholds!
When boundaries cognised begin to blur,
we partake of life in playful caper,
vibrant in unending celebration!
In thought rested stillness, bliss alone stirs,
as we slide into sleep meditation!
24-January-2021
Now I lay me down to sleep poetry contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Each soul journey is unique ~
Into which no one can peek
We may share but none can pair ~
Save those who are self-aware
Secrets hidden in plain sight ~
Cognised by spherical sight
20-May-2023
Rapture fulcrum, heart the presidium
Tender caress, outpouring compassion
Reverberating within, the love drum
Benign bliss shower, dance of elation
Play eternal, in void of cessation
Pervading all of space, as the sound Ohm
Cognised in childlike orientation
Rapture fulcrum, heart the presidium
Unending is the bliss continuum
Fullness defying delineation
Humming, purring, enlivening rhythm
Tender caress, outpouring compassion
Vaporised self, thus in celebration
Joyfully imbibes, the nectar wholesome
Centreless is, the divine transmission
Reverberating within, the love drum
Each node within form, our sensorium
Each timeless moment here, our play station
Nirvana within, the cosmic system
Benign bliss shower, dance of elation
Oh hermit, there is no limitation
Simply rest our ego thought meddlesome
Innate is-ness, bliss continuation
Cave in heart open, with signage ‘welcome’
Rapture fulcrum
28-January-2021