Best Dual Poems
How many are realities? Is a question,
How many one actually wants? Is option?
Monism, like single-focus telescope, stands firm,
While dualism, like binoculars, less confirm...!
I who see the flower observe the bee as well,
That, like unidentified guest, within it dwell;
I focus on flower, yet, bee I don't ignore,
Bee and bloom are harmonious; in union soar...!
Absolute is one; from that utmost have all come,
Flies, bees, birds, animals, reptiles - those speak or dumb;
Existing in any habitat they do preach,
Of the truth, to which, these all ultimately reach...!
Multiplicity must give way to simplicity,
Souls-convergence should erase all complexity;
My body and soul are in me; I am in them;
If one has no life in it, won't thing turn mayhem...?
Universe is a gadget that gladly partakes,
The great principle of Brahma, who makes and breaks;
To diminish every divisibility,
And bring in indissoluble pure unity...!
Advaita - body-mind one - beings become whole,
Parmatma in atma dwells as a cosmic soul;
Can one remove blood from flesh or heat from fire?
Each in each one; all in all; Agape grows higher...!
10 August 2022
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Both speed and intensity,
obstacles on earth’s great sea.
Srong gales top the weather charts
vying winds of valiant hearts.
Freezing forces whip about,
crowded in the hold we pray.
Faith duels with fear and doubt.
Ahoy! ahead! dawn’s new day.
written May 31, 2018
Eight Lines, (Nature) Joseph May
In a flash, coals of darkness strike the night,
her teeth grating... pinched by a rage
screaming on walls that resound from her lungs;
her face spitting out a whorl of madness
in a verbal lash of ten or more whips,
mocking all the way down to the veins…
A furnace of rage disconnects her from some
sense of reality: the raw edge of irreverence
at every turn... panting, cussing, and cutting
sliced words like broken glass, as though
her heart is unaware of her sense of duality.
She taste the tears of both wrath and liberation,
plunging down the sunken pit in a hazy blur;
until she hears a voice,” it's alright, girl”...
for her borders cannot see the difference
between another time, another place,
where gentle sighs and harsh language
cannot blend as she hardly responds.
For John Lawless: Minced Words Contest
6/24/2016
O gushes of air!
There’s a bond so *****
Betwixt fire and you
Here is this, that’s there.
Somewhere you’re the breath
To the ruthless flames
Somewhere you’re the wrath
On the glowing lamps.
over there I was
13000 miles from home
then began to feel
a belonging yet returned
13000 miles from home.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
Fledgling hearts fumble with emotions,
sorting feelings they wish to embrace.
And as two souls meld and intertwine,
their destinies merge and interlace.
Love is candy treats and satin sheets,
for reality is a mirage.
And heavenly bliss imbues each kiss;
as eager lips caress and massage.
Time loses all desire to move on,
tethered to the magic love imparts.
And Luna inspires lingering sighs,
igniting passion in tinder hearts.
Silent smiles erupt into laughter,
as refreshing as a splash of rain.
And hope roots in this garden of joy,
while trust weeds out all traces of pain.
Life's a collage of precious moments,
every single one is a treasure.
And as racing pulses synchronize,
lovers indulge in dual pleasure.
"Nunna Dual Tsuny"
wild roses now grow
as living epitaphs on
"the trail where they cried"
©deborah burch
1.29.2013
When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
He was cold, and, suffering bad...
She was far too hot,
A cooling breeze...
She wished that she had...
So he turned up his temp,
And her's, she turned down,
And it's more than hard to believe,
Just how fast one can be turned,
Into a sad clown...
Further up, he turned,
His heat control number,
did he dial...
While she turned down,
On her's, praying for,
Relief, all the sweat soaked while...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast...
But he just got colder,
While she started to roast,
It was fast becoming unbearable,
My dear aunt very near,
Turned to burnt toast...
And my favorite uncle...
Now near frozen solid...
In frozen fear he did clutch...
His oaken bed post,
Which, oddly, now seemed quite warm...
And this was, for sure,
Never before the norm...
Now was the time,
For drastic action,
Each turned their temp dials
Up or down to the max...
Would'a been much more easy,
For each to learn, in a mere hour,
Just how to play jazz sax...
Now each was quite desperate,
And anguished beyond belief,
Burning and freezing,
There seemed no relief...
Who sold them this defective blanket?
Just who was that nasty thief??
Almost as if well practiced,
and seemingly on cue,
Each jumped out of their,
Respective torture device,
Seemed all they could do,
Ready now to call an electrician,
Or psychic, for some sorely needed advice...
Next day, when their bedroom door,
They did finally unlock...
To finally check on inside,
Expecting some horrific shock,
Like the bed partly frozen,,
And part melted away...
Knowing that, if such should be,
They would have not a clue,
On just what to say...
The electrician soon did come than...
A $160 call...
For a 2 minute peek...
And even that was half stall...
One thing you could count true,
He was pissing off us all...
He explained to them...
The problem, he did diagnose,
It wasn't evil spirits...
It was not a ghost...
See each had,
their wires crossed,
The dual control temp dials,
Oh, brother!!!
And they had only controlled...
The temperature of the other!!......."
endless pursuit
through the depths of
the deep blue nights
raining moonlight down
upon all the failures that
conglomerate & make
themselves blatantly known
within the horrors of damaging
nightmares, these which
make the body sweat &
run in place, whilst still
laying down---
endless pursuit of someone
else who might know the
barrel of failures to be dumped
upon the consciousness
nightly, who might have
walked through the depths of
the deep blue, who might have
attempted to end their own lives,
who might have beaten someone
to a bloody pulp, who might
walk with a thousand terrible deeds
committed, just under the skin---
the endless pursuit of someone
who just may accept the same
utter meaninglessness of the
endless pursuit to begin with.
Isn't it ironic inaccuracy challenges accuracy?
Isn't it odd how tumult subtly challenges calm?
Awareness pulls quite fewer minds than morality.
If it could make me laugh to drain the psalm.
Would you wish to grip the tale genuinely?
Spotting the duality inside non-duality.
Or maybe to grasp the Nonduality in Duality.
We paint the pure truth that covers all reality!
The unique chaos occurs in the mind.
No psyche intrusion now needs to be refined.
The only uphills sum those minds generate.
That you early realize with and venerate.
A beguiling blossom sprouts from filth,
And soon soften back in the water that spilth.
All that comes to shape out of nowhere.
All things eventually vanish into thin air.
Blankness is all that is left, assertive credibility.
Be this void; return to your actual personality.
Purely be an immense wrap of receptiveness.
Where does nothing bias and all are faultless?
Evaluate how firm stray notions fade softly
Concede such emotions will vanish rapidly.
This concept of self and life itself is futile.
Where's the way to free mystic truths utile?
I could unwind below, free from buzz "I and mine."
A superb state is one that is unevenly sublime.
There is no Earth below but rather Heaven above.
No need for a navigator when our guide is love.
Written: July 17, 2022
Non-dual awareness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Social media, realm where whispers fly,
A land beneath the vast digital sky.
Here, every word can travel far,
Each post and tweet, a potential star.
It binds the world in a tight-knit web,
Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb.
A platform broad for voices small,
In this grand stage, one and all.
Yet in its depths, dangers dwell,
As truths and lies together swell.
A double-edged sword, it can deceive,
Where false narratives weave and leave.
A mighty force for advocacy’s fight,
It lights up causes in the night.
From grassroots grows a towering wave,
Empowering the meek, the brave.
But watch the cost, privacy paid,
Invisible prices, quietly laid.
A footprint permanent, never gone,
In the landscape vast, forever drawn.
A frontier for the bold, the new,
Where innovations burst into view.
A pulse of progress, fast and fierce,
New ideas that pierce the universe.
So wield it well, this potent tool,
Educate, engage, but never fool.
For social media’s power, vast and wide,
Reflects the human spirit, amplified.
Two friends who have spent countless years separated
Has finally reconnected as if no minutes has elapsed.
It appears our friendship has shown no boundaries and
We still have a magical bond which has not diminished.
We are anxiously anticipating our glorious reunion
While we exist in our own worlds with desire...apart.
Now each day passes and we continue to communicate
How we are looking forward to that wonderful moment.
Time is progressing quite slowly it seems and
Our thirst for each other's presence grows stronger.
We know the outcome of our shared future is near
But the joyous occasion must be prepared carefully.
As I wrestle my own evil spirits I consider the obstacles
She has struggled with over the years of my absence.
Not only is she courageous and incredibly graceful,
She has become my greatest inspiration to thrive.
When we spoke today in our usual manner of conversing,
She professed I have inspired her beyond all belief.
The inspiration we share are two totally different
Reasons for appreciating each other's self qualities.
We look forward to our days when there will be
A movie to see, a dinner to eat or a place to be...together.
Until that moment is upon us we must remain patient
With our own individual recognition of admiration.
Another sleepless night, reading a book by lamplight
I never thought I would witness a terrible deadly fight
Annoyed at no sleep, and trying to concentrate
Then it all happened and two did meet and sealed their deathly fate
I caught a glimpse of the start out of the corner of my eye
It made me jump I was not sure, it was really up quite high
I watched them circle, testing, I didn’t know what to do...
I thought that I would watch a while, I nearly regretted it too.
The one on the right jabbed forth and caught the other unawares
I wondered if there were more about or was it just the pair.
The second one seemed to dance away but then lunged back quite quick
I’m sure I heard the contact noise, it was beginning to make me sick
They grabbed each other and fought and jabbed and then they both fell over
I was pulling bed clothes high up now my book had dropped and turned over
The noise they made when they hit the floor was really something loud
I nearly screamed what should I do, but I didn’t want a crowd
I lost sight of them and then I thought the fight was done
But after a while one reappeared but it was the only one.
The second was wrapped up tight, being dragged along by the first
It looked like one had killed the other with a bloody thirst
What to do I, must move, I am riveted to the spot
What if there are more of them, I might cop for the lot...
Sanity prevailed, as the first one now falls over too
I know I must do something; I know now what to do
Hubby is asleep in the bedroom next to mine
That way he can get some sleep I won’t disturb him all the time
I call him in, “I need you here please" I open his door wider
Come quick and bring the vacuum you need to suck up a dead spider
It's not one really but over there they have had a terrible fight
Don’t worry he said being the man, everything will be alright
He gallantly stood on a chair the vacuum pipe in his hand
Good grief they have killed each other they are off to dead spider land.
Are you sure they are gone and they won’t crawl back out
Don’t worry if they do just come in and give a shout.
Needless to say I left the room I could not sleep there now
So until my spider sense stop tingling, I will not go in no how.
©~GG~4/09/2012