Best Noumenon Poems


Soul To the Letters of Love

"Soul to The Letters of Love"



Dropped into a body
the vessel is a skeleton key
where waits the other being
holding 3 
in its own mind and hands
the Sanskrit Blueprint Plan
the lesson is in the wanting 
ripe red apple bleeding juicy pumping
the learning to be free
ephemeral stories look for ephemeral keys
–  this is how it has always been
naturally selected skin and bones, ephemeral 

the other being a ghost inside
long in tooth forever and ever amen
calls the other ghost Atman, 
calls the other ghost Home
plucking Vedic strings, 
with lessons in love 
grants the sharing of knowledge 
receiver immortal sits seeded waiting 
a secret discipline 
multiple choices
exams in Shaman college 
colludes to collaborate with the Sun
through the next portal

granting access to Love 
with Letters earned
Divine and substantial
in another realm
Love is given not won

Post-nominal phenomena
Noumenon 
thoughts intangible 
become sound
in another strange world

Love is read
Love is learned 
Love is found 

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)




"Dreamlike"
https://youtu.be/YD1d-1hPuao








3 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity





Soul
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul

Twin Flame
"Put simply, the purpose of the twin flame relationship is to help us shed away the snakeskin of the ego, face and heal our wounded hearts, and transform into spiritually awakened beings."
https://lonerwolf.com/twin-flame/#h-the-purpose-of-twin-flame-relationships

Premium Member Noumenon

I am but an ancient tree
Upstanding in my singularity
Ordained by the forest of my forefathers
I am full spread reaching for the sun
The light of 4.6 billion years never done
The source of all things living

Blanketed in the first snow of countless seasons
Branches laden with the weight of age and gravity
Ancestral roots of infinite years
Entwined with the pathway of my elders

I reach deep into the richness of my mother earth
Binding me to the womb of all that's known
A fertile union of exquisite definition
Conceiving the severity of truth
To harvest the heart of compassion

A simple white dream
A prophet's decree
I am captive to move and sway
With the purity of this moment
Drifting within the winds of wisdom
And timeless certainty

And in this time and space
I become one with that destiny
To be or not in the realm of its tranquility
To breathe with the rhythm and harmony
The beautiful cadence I dance to
The tick-tock clock of eternity

Religion Or Spirituality

Some choose religion as their sacred home for worship and prayer 
others choose spirituality, "it seats the noumenon of their soul " 
 
From very young I was introduced to religion, mom kept a chapel in the house 
we were taught to pray the rosary and be obedient according to bible laws 
I had a statue of Mary that I kept on my dresser and from a young age 
she spoke to me and encouraged me to live despite the pain I was experiencing at such a young age... 
Later in life when I reached my thirties I went through a crisis,   
during the darkest nights of my soul I found the philosophy of Buddhism 
both comforting and altruistic to my nature.  
I learned from monks how to go within 
Today at the age of sixty two I realize that both were gifts 
One taught me discipline and introduced me to Mystical experiences 
the other helped to re-discover the child within 
and heal the broken parts of me ...
Today I work as a healer and I do my part to help others heal  
It is all about love and compassion and how we choose to express our 
FAITH 
Religion and Spirituality, I believe I was blessed to be able to 
embrace both equally without feeling that one threatened the other.

May 22, 2021


Premium Member What Know We of Love

A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon, 
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and release its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into a fathomless mirth of ecstacy,
Swimming in divinational depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it be,
Blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow waits for lovers tryst.


Date: 06/06/2019

Denouement

Inamorato,
Ascultate my vociferation!
Contravene your sepulcher.
Insurrect our omnipotent.
I enjoin thine quintessence.
Eupnea!
Eupnea!
Whilom anon.
Euphoria salvo.
Eschewal Valhalla's porticullis.
Genitive hedonic, envisage.
Erewhon betwicts my gammons.
Imbibe of my mammilla's.
In perpetuum cache me.
Gehanna upon macrocosm.
Forlorn.....
Forsaken......
Your Inamarata writhes.
Is thus kismet?
Cull Inamarato!
Winnow!
I abjure forthwith.
Abaddon velleity extirpate my noumenon,my pneuma.

Premium Member A Second Please

*Image of Loving One More by NS.

A Second Please

Aesthete equip upkeep spade, trowel, and watering pail,
Balters out freely, gagging unwantable, grit travail,
Chrysalism advents the righteous eyes and elaborates,
Dulcet forgivings a moment's lapse and recuperates,
Euphoria occasions the receptive hearts embrace,
Felicity's steadies champion the winner's showcase,
Gossamer delicate filter fuses genteel gazes,
Harmonize the Gospel's prophetic parallel phrases,
Iridescence spellbinds above looks and lost impressions,
Justifiable step courses the upright's discretions,
Kindheartedness inherently effectuates the blest,
Lissomeness affects the civilized privileged expressed,
Mellifluous genteel everflowing enterprises,
Nascent origins destined promise epitomizes,
Opportunity avails the well-intent fruition, 
Pristine presents its presence post sadden sky emission,
Quintessential innates encryption of a paragon,
Resplendence fashionably enriches the noumenon,
Serendipity ventures impulsive ones they're future,
Tendril's tenacious virility thriving to assure,
Ubiquitously an omnipresence or internet,
Vagary ideals grant causality silhouette,
Woolgathering mulls the lowly, awakes the enlightened,
Xenodochy's hotel's hospitality meets heightened,
Yesteryear traces memories, remembrance reverses,
Zenith's a second, in Abecedarian verses.

2022 August 28

*HMS; 14 syllables per 26 lines.


Premium Member Coffee Crumb Cake Critique

*Image of Freed Fountain Pen by Pixabay.


Coffee Crumb Cake Critique


Coffee, dawn's waker-upper, cause to rhyme,
The second cup broadens your eyes, sublime,

Noontime, pot perking as penning moves on,
Performing phrases ... possessed noumenon,

Evetime trance poured milk and Kahlua,
Like Jericho's walls, pen falls ... Joshua.


2022 June 04

Premium Member I Reminisce I Miss

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

Noumenon

Noumenon

         silence is the mother of wisdom
         close and warm polished and strong
         within that wet darkness
         a harsh metal bloom is born
         spiral vapors churn around it
         how to even think
         about what cannot be in thought
         ascribed as real or not

         the chain becomes a mirror
         slow motion rain slides down the glass
         I've lost my place
         crossed out miles of tangled verse
         "thing in itself"
         unknown         pure        irrelevant
         trapped before and after the narrow now
         no descent into description
         can shape your perfect skies
         no simple hope or fear
         will dim your gentle eyes

Premium Member The That - Sg

intent not yet energised
poised animation
meld with the void, oh hermit
hearts celebration 
~
feel soundless thunder
hark sound of one hand clapping
noumenon wonder

16-June-2021

Seguidilla Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula

Syllable counts: 7-5-7-5 … 5-7-5
Rhyme sequence: abcb ded

Premium Member Perils of Self-Luminescence

The light that lights the sun
Shines within our glowing heart
Cognised when we come all undone
Whereupon bliss ignition within us starts

Eternal noumenon manifesting phenomena 
Innate aliveness screen of awareness
In silence no longer an enigma
As light of consciousness 

Light that from within radiates
Unable to behold it’s luminescence 
Save through mirrors in stillness sedate
Clear light shines upon meditative innocence 

Moon beauteous softens the suns bright light
Making the source of light itself envious 
For the sun lacks as yet inner sight
Of its own luminosity oblivious 

Fish in the river feels thirsty
How then may we fulfil its longing
Koans and parables dislodge serenity
Thus deluded earth entity keeps on weeping 

Ominous darkness under the light of a candle 
Illusion having no independent existence
Yet shadows get on mind a handle
Urging light to pay penance

11-April-2021

Premium Member Sometimes Love Is Enough

A windswept meadow neath an ambling Apollo lone journey,
Witnessed the efforts of a crowd studded web of twinkling wished upon stars,
Lose its envious magic that they had cast upon the eyes of star-crossed lovers,
To an army of Cupid's charioteers who pulled its blanched Master Moon, 
Whilst guided by the genteel gallops of endless Cherubs whom together,
Unleashed a hailstorm of the heart seeking arrow tips that were dipped,
In honeyed filled molasses of numbingly sweet treasured quietude of,
Desirous lust that burst upon contact and releases its alchemy concoction,
Affecting even the strongest of resistors into fathomless mirth of ecstasy,
Swimming in divination depths whose relentless currents unite the noumenon,
Beyond their measure for its extension enwraps the partnered heart to be as,
The eternal one, inseparable, until twilight, trips into the arms of dawn,
For be it a day, until the fall of dusk the story perpetuates a new page it is,
Now it is a better understanding one realized just beyond a mere mesmerize,
Though blank as before as a pen and a windswept meadow wait for lovers tryst.


Date: 09/08/2019

Premium Member Noumenon

there is this unceasing play within
an oscillation to which we are witness
our stillness fulcrum tranquil and sanguine
whilst attention flows in form and formlessness 

both aspects experiential have their own validity
cognised by self aware awareness noumenon 
renewing bliss throb in seamless continuity 
breezing through manifest phenomenon

29-January-2021

Premium Member Awaking Within the Dream

Space flickers, something shifts, invisibly
Receptor in form, feels the reflection
The happening instant, magically
Shadows come alive, by resonation 

Dreams within dreams, mirroring our desire
Bubbles therein, too fleeting to capture
The movie plays on, as we did aspire
Clear light concealed, owing to our stupor

Myriad objects spawning new mind games
Noumenon birthing all phenomena
Weaving a maya web, our claim to fame
Until love innate, erases stigma

Cessation the way, to delusion shake
Vaporising, that the object awakes

16-March-2021

Premium Member What Is Real

Time
flows on
known to us
as the movement
between two events
manifested in vast space,
either by senses or thought,
thus when we rest in tranquil calm,
thought rested awareness, simply is,
beyond time and space, in void of stillness.

Beyond senses five and fragmented thought,
screen of consciousness is yet alive,
appearing and disappearing
as chosen by our impulse,
signalling noumenon
births phenomena,
which we call life
as we cling
to these
dreams.

19-August-2021

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