Best Line Of Inquiry Poems
Line of inquiry:
“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” - Unseeking Seeker
My future self is a river running.
Time with no end is the course I run.
Things I learned from youth have either
been tossed ashore or absorbed
within my deep waters.
Storms I have endured.
Somewhere in the
middle of
my long
life
I
began
to transform.
I grew deeper
and deeper from all
my experiences.
I am flowing closer now
to the ocean of my rebirth
where I will merge with all God’s rivers
in the bright dawn of his abiding love.
Line of inquiry:
"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
In an erratic existence
this ad hoc state of mind,
treads upon random paths,
to reach the doorsteps of my fate.
Those who find structure in scriptures,
let them be guided towards their remedy.
I hope they find what they seek,
but my spirit keeps spinning
like a whimsical roulette,
relying upon the universe
to weave rhythms of cosmic threads,
nourishing my soul in ethereal elixir.
I have read so many scripts of stone,
but my quill writes in impulsive ink,
rebelling against confined expression,
composing an unrehearsed sinfonia,
in an attempt to create and connect.
Unlike the moon,
we appear and disappear
like impromptu stars.
Burning into life, but blameless,
full of innocence, purifying eyes,
briefly guiding those who choose to gaze.
There is an art to being human.
Interpretation is an abstract perception.
Our hearts portray kaleidoscopic emotions,
so in my palette of unscripted intuition,
I shed the chains of conscience doubt.
In the essence of every brushstroke,
I breathe life to improvised affections.
Line of inquiry:
“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
as we metamorphose
light lingers all around the heavenly realm
one thinks white is boring - is snow?
and what of the brightest spirit,
is she rainbow, all colors bequeathed
at heaven’s behest?
the pages and pages, bound,
pulled from the un-dusty shelf
the fire tests each moment
not only by its result, but by
its heart. all works in flames,
but those in the palms of Christ
create gold, silver, and bronze
home is where we rest and dwell
we thought we were home on earth
that is the old earth and at our abode
some couldn’t step out of their nest
life had beat them up - figuratively,
sometimes literally. home is where we rest
our soiled clothes we left behind
when we saw the new set, we realized
we looked as if we’d been deep in mire
quite covered by euphoria, no longer
anxious, fearful, forgetful, forensic
the glow eclipses that of fairy dust
our feet forget themselves and walk
on water, on air, on clouds, wherever
for ever and ever. are lips can’t help
but praise our Creator in paradise
Feeling hurt owing to belied expectation
The earth entity floundered hither and thither
Spiralling gloom causing consciousness contraction
The wound cut deep since he relied upon his transgressor
Pain amplified by cyclic thoughts plunged him into despair
For healing he visited a reputed clinical psychologist
Listening patiently seated on a swivelling chair
Of no avail were therapists or hypnotists
Finding no way he asked this question
Who feels the pain and why is relief not simple
This line of inquiry brought him to a clear recognition
Cause of suffering delusion dwelling in images ephemeral
Reflecting deeper if an animal is ensouled in human form
It goes without saying that it’s actions will be feral
We expect not from a carnivore embrace warm
Thus our cognition should be spherical
Meditating thus in silence and stillness
He knew each being acts as of his evolution
With all our flaws we too seek divine connectedness
Yet hastily condemn others by our jaundiced eye perception
The afflicted soul then rose in the light of clear understanding
Looking at the other with kindness and compassion
His own orientation thus prayerfully correcting
In quietude of transcendental meditation
17-January-2021
Line of inquiry
"I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat
What else does there remain for us to realise"
If ego was a season
it would be like the summer sun,
ascending and descending,
but without protection,
if you become too consumed -
you only end up being burned.
My soul is like spring,
always resurfacing after the big freeze,
looking for shelter against self absorbed rays.
My spirit is a voiceless orchestra,
yearning to connect through scriptures,
eradicating the ghostly echoes of ego,
composing a melody of honeyed harmony.
In a world of nonstop waterfalls,
I seek serene streams,
in silence and stillness,
where the 'true self' resides.
Temptation is a crimson illusion,
attempting to seduce us inside a
sea of self - admiration,
where the feather minded submerge.
Life is bittersweet,
surrounded by fake guides and stone saints,
so I persevere to escape this prison,
listening to the call of sincerity,
hoping the path opens before me,
as I cannot breathe without a heartbeat
and where, once, there was only barren fields,
meadows of verdant, vibrant visions now prosper.
Ego is the nemesis of my existence,
so my soul becomes unsighted to its intoxication
and when it dies, spirit transcends,
connecting with the ultimate truth of divinity.
Line of inquiry:
"here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions I definitely know"
Flashbacks flicker of images unknown,
wandering in gardens of cosmic scents.
Beyond this existence we're not alone,
as past is seen through Deja Vu events.
This form is only flesh and bone contents.
Soft soul knows this is no permanent home,
yearning to return where it once did roam.
In silence, spirit attempts to transcend,
farther above twilight's galactic gloam.
Travelling towards paths that never end.
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker
From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At its fulcrum, the floral organs
attach to the stalk, which has poked
up out of the earth to sprout
the beautiful petals -
that sweet-scented face
which I adore
in the form
of the
rose.
My
soul is
like the rose.
I am planted
on this earth, but I
need proper nourishment
to fulfill my roles. Heaven,
please let your sun reign down on me.
My soul, like that of a rose, provides
no sweet fragrance without enlightenment.
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude” - Unseeking Seeker
A person’s true emotions we cannot know,
but sometimes by a frown their feelings show.
With awareness, we learn to recognize
the pain reflected in a person’s eyes.
There is a girl that we had somehow hurt.
She lost her glow. As if left in the dirt,
she seemed to wither, dying like a rose,
so compassion was the path we chose.
We talked with her to find out what had made
her beautiful countenance and smile fade.
Apologies we offered in hopes to please
this friend of ours, who now seems much at ease!
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking" Unseeking Seeker
He was a charming chameleon, saying all the right things
in that beguiling masculine timbre of his sultry voice.
Allure in his hazel eyes promised things my heart hadn't felt,
but it ignored my head's warning until I had no choice.
A niggling of worry continued to swirl through my mind
that something was wrong. Something I couldn't quite define.
He had shortcomings but to all of them my heart was blind.
I desperately tried but reasoning couldn't keep my heart in line.
Much is written about the rebellion of a treacherous heart,
and how it rhythmically pulses with the need for passion's fire.
It's been the cause of many sleepless nights when I'm fraught
knowing I cannot extinguish my heart of its burning desire.
It has always wanted what it wanted and wouldn't be denied.
It's always managed to overrule what my mind was thinking...
until it'd been crushed and broken, and only then did it confide
that it should've paid more heed to my head and heart linking.
Hearts can be guilty of transgressions. Mine was by betraying me.
Then it had to pay the steepest price that infatuation could ask.
From the grasp of lustfulness, my heart was able to break free.
Balancing the volition between mind and heart is not an easy task.
Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking” - Unseeking Seeker
The heart has a mind of its own.
The brain may think another way
till spirit moves you to a zone
that shines in a more brilliant way.
Embrace those things that bring a glow.
The heart has a mind of its own.
When you let God’s love-light flow,
no longer will you feel alone.
Enlightenment you will be shown,
and others’ lives you will affect.
The heart has a mind of its own.
Live moments in which to reflect.
Negative thinking needs to cease.
Such thoughts can turn the heart to stone.
Be kind and strive for feeling peace.
The heart has a mind of its own.
Line of inquiry by contest sponsor:
"instrumentalising mind, I rested thought
employing it only when needed
shifting to heart, I became self-taught
gentling touch, voice of conscience heeded"
Oh, restless mind. Why can’t you sleep?
A reel of film, you roll on and on
sometimes all night and into early dawn.
Were I a willow, would I always weep?
Oh, rattling voice inside my mind,
please pause so I may enjoy peace.
My consciousness I need to release.
Tranquility I wish to find.
Willow – in silence – is able to dwell
though she trembles when strong winds blow.
Of unwanted thoughts I need to let go.
They are tempests that I must quell.
My mind must become as a calm breeze
breathing soft words of a love
that sweetly whispers from above
caressing willow with gentle ease.
In God’s light I wish to abide.
With beauty born of listening to the voice
that teaches mindfulness is the wise choice.
Then love’s shelter, as a willow, I might provide.
Line Of Inquiry : "I saw God but now what"
It was Easter and I was kneading bread on my kitchen counter. A nanosecond flash and God's face appeared on my backsplash, by the sink. I had a moment of pure rapture before doubt settled in, "Did I truly see Him or was it just an illusion? An un-worldly experience like this causes a euphoric moment on the heart. But soon fear settled in and I asked myself, "Is this vision an imminent sign of my impending death? Or proof of His true existence.
Faith you cannot see
like depth of the sea
or roots of a tree
Along the years, there have been other Grace filled moments such as this. Like the time I sat in a retreat center to pray and a gentle wind blew through my very soul, leaving me in tears. " I was found." The message was brought home by His Sacred presence in me. A pivotal moment of awareness and I knew God was the living seed of my mere existence. Although I didn't see Him this time, I truly felt His presence, and recognized the Divine in me.
Love is the answer
Love is a lancer
Love is a dancer
I have grown old and wise and this broken vessel is filled with the wear-and-tear of a well served life. So as my hourglass body pours itself out, I sit by the river and watch the birds of the air go by. Each one of them brings a message from Him, " When your time is near, I'll be there dear," This is what I hear as I listen, with a very grateful heart.
Line of inquiry:
Yes, I affirm, I have seen God
But He appeared and then disappeared
This knowing that transcends mind, left me awed
But until what’s imbibed is assimilated, by fears I’m seared
Once, I was so
very sick, and
I almost died,
and wandered
hospital halls
lost ... broken.
Until- I found
a quiet room
just for praying
so, I sat down
and opened a bible placed on a table looking at different Psalms, Verses.
Soon, I felt another person in the room, a man sitting beside me quietly.
He turned to me taking my hand and I knew it was God. I thought that
my time on earth was over. But, he stroked my hand and holding it told
me I had things
still to do for him.
That it was not
my time .... yet.
After, I got well
I never forgot
what God- said.
Now, I do things
very meaningful,
things for .. God.
I help the poor
and help animals.
I try to be kind
every single day.
And say prayers
each new dawn
I read this in the
bible- Isaiah 43.
When you pass
thru the waters
I will be with
you ... and thru
the rivers, they
will not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you. Even Jesus holds me when I am afraid.
So, I saw God's face and it was beautiful and felt his love and that is my why.
“we woke up early one morn, ego shorn
it felt as though we were in form reborn
nodes within stirred, boundaries blurred
our head and heart, with love concurred”
(line of inquiry)
Tears fell upon a senseless blank page,
as self-pride suppressed dark vents of rage.
We become silent when words don't engage,
until we are touched by verses from a sage.
Some arrive as a mentor with a mystic gaze,
save us from being misplaced in ego's maze.
As silver serpent skin begins to shed,
we learn to walk a path where the sincere tread.
With poetic expression a tale adorned.
In the early dawn ink's ego was torn.
Quill's rebirth reflecting a radiant sunrise,
evolved the mind to portray sapphire skies.
An alchemist's heart spoke of love's sweet strings.
A melody mutating like butterfly wings.
Vanity cast away, as a cold heart warmed.
A rhapsody of roses with white petals formed.
Emotions weaved words through the veil of time,
in a fusion of metrically composed rhyme.
With each beat, a rhythm of stanzas poured.
In the canvas of life a masterpiece concurred.
In union, poetry whispers through the air,
cosmic swirls only honest poets share.
As ego dies, speech become a divine exchange.
Souls ignite when toxic thoughts begins to change.
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
____________________________
I will turn away from the shadows
of what once I knew,
mirroring the past
carrying a c h e s
of battles fought
and dreams that n e v e r came true
instead search for love
flickering within,
never before fanned,
but may blaze and blossom.
it will script new stories
breathe fresh life into me.
it will come in the form of quieting peace
like a hand holding me, never letting go
never again I shall chase
the phantoms of the past.
I ‘ll not cry on flowers wilted,
count on buds that canker might blight,
but marvel over beauty blossomed!
find joy in giving up a plan that went futile
take one day at a time and live now
steal the moment like a thief
and enjoy the beauty the senses give.
extinct are our Yesterdays,
illusory are our Tomorrows,
today is all that exists,
what there is and all there is.
today is our way up hill
the arena for action decreed
the stage set for the show
the tool and trade for life.
today well lived leaves -
every yesterday
a reminiscence - sweet to relish!
every tomorrow
a vision glorious to chase!
drool not, over yester years,
rant not on chances missed
greet Today, right in front!
l i v e Now.
render it your respiration and perspiration
strive,
find,
and reap
rewards
galore!