Best Thingness Poems
It rages still, that great dichotomy
among the puzzled ones
in search of one clear archetype
that marks reality; what is it...
every thing at all,
or nothingness?
Each opposite, a fodder
rich indeed to test for truth.
Each has its champions,
and each brings deep contempt.
So let us wallow with them;
It does not become us to demur.
Origins may be dismissed,
for thingness rides on creeds
too busily involved to narrow down
to a disinterested, non-theistic choice.
There must be higher ground
if grounds there be at all.
Of necessity, they lie
beyond our touch...or anyone's.
Blind, we are to sight and sense,
to logic, speculative formula
and even wild imagining
by ages yet to come.
Surely it is madness,
all this nothingness
that we are left to contemplate,
yet mind is unable to do that--
are we agreed?
That we are raving idiots
appears to be our single road.
It is too high a price for me.
I shall not pay, and cannot, of course.
I am devoid of reasons or their source;
happily bereft, it would appear,
even of myself.
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When The Wolf Cries
The wolf cries out to the great chief in loneliness, pain and sorrow/ Not because his pack is hungry but because his people are hungry/ He cries because he smells defeat and anguish among his own/ He hears their life, their death and he hears their dreams…….
The wolf cries out to what seems like nothingness for some thingness/ He cries not because his pack is changing but because his people are changing/ He sees very few cultural leaders left if anymore left and many more young lost souls that continue to follow/ He cries because his very own pack has divided themselves among their own culture and very own way of life…….
He cries not because his people are now living but because his very own culture is dying/ So he cries out for a leader to step up above all obstacles and bring back the dream of the buffalo so that it may roam again in our minds and our young hearts again/ He yearns for the dream of not one but many leaders to walk up our own staff’s high altitude to humbleness and gratitude/
He cries because he can see that we are killing each other but more important is ourselves/The eagle seems to be caged and our warriors of many become imprisoned from death and self-destruction which can seem like the end of the trail/ But the day is coming when he will see a young modern day chief walk that less traveled path so that once again his people and their very own dreams on eagle wings fly when the WOLF WILL TRULY CRY……..
The pain we endure,
surely has a cure,
in Christ flame bespoke,
which we may invoke.
Prayer resolute,
each breath a tribute,
burns every desire,
in the threefold fire.
The in-between stage,
is where dwells the sage,
void of no-thingness,
entwined with oneness.
Waves that come and go,
we touch and forgo,
consumed in the flame,
where focused’s our aim.
22-June-2022
pristine awareness
a vaporised bliss mist
offers desire no niche
onto which it may anchor
thereby becoming still
in the void of no-thingness
the distillation process
yet continues relentlessly
lest later soul complain
that earth life had faltered
in strewing rose petals
without accompanying thorns
neither seeking nor negating
the true living essence of us
celebrates both highs and lows
with a joyful, twinkling eye
whereupon the learning is done
within this dualistic earth realm
10-February-2023
First
things first.
Put not cart,
before the horse.
Resolve discord here,
within this mind body;
get head and heart in rhythm,
entwined as one, in sync with love,
attaining thus, tranquil staid stillness,
blurring boundaries between form and space.
Nestled thus, in thought rested awareness,
essence of presence, alone remains,
becoming what may not be named,
where silence therein is stretched,
in void of no-thingness,
vibrant and alive,
as a bliss mist,
here and now
present
thus.
26-January-2021
Focusing on the void of no-thingness,
we remain as subject, without object,
self-aware thus in absolute stillness,
presence vaporised and our stance erect,
whereupon magnetic pulse we detect,
that combines with soma nectar within,
manifesting bliss bubbles on our skin,
teleporting us to boundless rapture,
in a realm where there is no noisy din;
nirvana, lower mind cannot capture.
18-March-2022
Merging by melding into no-thingness
Emerging presence, breath of innocence
Devoid of thought, our pristine awareness
Invites the divine, in playful parlance
Tuning in through our inner sentience
Active inaction, as we surrender
Thus aligning, to behold Gods wonder
Ignition within, divinely blissful
Outpouring love; no hearts now asunder
Nestled in bliss, cognition spherical
15-January-2021
(Acrostic Dizain)
Time stretched stillness
And vibrant emptiness
Enables clear cognition
Of the in between state
Just before deep sleep
Wherein dreams cease
Since thought flow ends
Yet awareness is poised
As witness consciousness
In the void of no-thingness
When formless presence
Choicelessly then chooses
To meld with That oneness
Enlivening itself by intent
Of undifferentiated I-ness
Recognising the noumena
Causation of phenomena
Thus singularity and duality
Being but manifestations
Of the same unified reality
Reverberating as Spanda
29-April-2022@
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turiya
https://hridaya-yoga.com/spanda-the-sacred-tremor-of-the-heart/
In a time dissolved stillness continuum, awareness self-aware, floating agendalessly in the void of no-thingness, vibrationally beheld the boundaryless, soft white, self-existent living light of God, pervading all space, as soul presence looked on, awestruck in astonishment and wonderment at this ethereal spectacle! Karmic forms, representing debts of love owed presented themselves for justice and conflict resolution, which was readily agreed to but then God Himself in His boundless loving grace, mercy and compassion dissolved all past sins, drawing in the weary soul, being but an individuated aspect of His sublime essence, back into His heart, wherefrom the soul had first embarked upon his endless journey in the fierce winds of duality.
having seen we know
all that is, is love and light ~
there is no one here
06-February-2023
It Means A Lot To Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
“twice born, we live on”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
we are lost, as long as ...
we wish to keep the cake
and eat it too
left foot in one boat
right in the other
sitting on the fence ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we thus vacillate
our attention oscillates
between the ego
grasping and seizing
and our spirit
prayerfully connecting ...
we are lost, as long as ...
we are deaf
to voice of conscience
preferring to rely
on fragmented thought
impelled by ego
amidst fleeting illusions
in the external
with regrets of past
fear of future
rooted in attachments
causation of stagnation
in feral desires ...
we are free when ...
we recognise the truth
that we are not mind body
but spirit unbound
here for a sojourn
for a breath of fresh air
to experience earth life
as a separate entity
although interconnected
with all of existence
vibrationally by love
being Gods energy
omnipresent ...
we are free when ...
we accept the limitations
of mind body
knowing we have so chosen
to experience duality
that love yearning for love
to feel complete
magnetically aligns
head and heart
igniting the Sushumna
with bliss electricity
a climax of ecstasy
in renewal continual
in permanence
within ...
we are free when ...
as the object here manifest
by us the subject pure spirit
one with God consciousness
when we as object quieten
resting ego borne thought
entering void of silence
initially in meditation
which by prioritisation
becomes our orientation
thereby hollowing out form
getting to emptiness
a spacial voidness
of no-thingness
wherein suffused with love
in its beauteous hues
self and Self align
as mind body vaporises ...
“who are you looking for, oh hermit
there is no one here!”
15-December-2020
What are the dimensions of a dream world ~
As thought forms in no-thingness are unfurled
28-July-2022
Minus mind and senses five, what then remains,
save the life pulse singular, wherein dwelling
in the void of no-thingness, eternal light …
endlessly renews.
Who we are is consciousness, drenched in bliss mists,
bilocating endlessly that thus we may
imbibe knowledge along with love in fullness …
fulfilling our aim.
“If you would merge with oneness, vaporise!
Be a child again, welcoming surprise!”
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Immersed in limitation
Shrouded in darkness
Feeling thus confined
We flounder about
Hither and thither
Searching for joy
Bliss in permanence
Yet our heart senses
That we are far more
Than this mind body
With senses externalised
Lower mind fragmenting
Trying to piece together
The puzzle of life
Without success
Thus in delusion
Hypnotised by illusions
We strive and struggle
Hoping for a miracle
Which instantly appears
No sooner we ask
As voice of conscience
Echoing Gods will
Which has but one vibration
Love unconditional
Here begins a struggle
Between head and heart
Between ego and the divine
Former seizing, grasping
The latter, sharing, connecting
We recognise
That the voice of truth
Is that of conscience
Yet, we fear to lose
Fleeting images garnered
Or which we yearn for
Since we are clinging
To ego mind body
Stagnating in ferality
Trapped by our own hand
Unable to escape
It is then
That God in His compassion
Extends us a hand
Showing us the clear light
Of immutable truth eternal
By posing challenges
By signalling the futility
Of chasing a mirage
Illusionary thought forms
Which is what
All manifestations are
Thus when so graced
We begin to look inwards
In silence and stillness
Thought rested awareness
Doing nothing
Simply resting
Poised in the void
Of no-thingness
Desireless
Fearless
Detached
Nonchalant
Unexpectant
In timeless time
In as ordained
Attention is softened
Thoughts are quietened
Ego cravings recede
The external fades
As we get to
Vibrant emptiness
Thus we are
Thus we remain
For as long as it takes
Toxins within cleansed
Our earth life vessel
This mind body
Is readied
To receive the elixir
The magnetic impulse
Of Gods bountiful love
In boundless measure
The paths are many
We know them not
For we are not the doer
God alone is the mover
In childlike trust
Aspect allowing
We imbibe the bliss
Scintillating
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He is that who may not be named
We too are as He, oh hermit
Within heart as the turret
Our divinity unstained
05-December-2020
Contest: The light N/A
Christ consciousness ushers inner stillness
Reminding ego of its carelessness
Oblivious now to voice of conscience
Playful alignment, our easy penance
Recognising interconnectedness
Delusion, feeling of separateness
We may call identity, ‘his highness’
Blocking the light by its ambivalence
Christ consciousness
Enter, oh hermit, void of no-thingness
Divine entwined, one with the that oneness
Relying upon inner sentience
In being, becoming the bliss essence
Mind body vaporised in formlessness
Christ consciousness
25-December-2020
We as the subject, look at any object,
noticing space that separates us is still,
the void of no-thingness mind cannot bisect,
omnipresent yet exercising no will,
so what space really is, we introspect,
reflecting in silence, from soul’s window sill.
In staid stillness we sense our presence expand,
then truth of space we begin to understand.
Melding with the void, concepts are discarded,
wherein present as formless awareness pure,
the form we ensoul, is by bliss bombarded,
whence earth life tests then, we easily endure
and with no attachments left to be guarded,
softened soul presence in time becomes demure,
whereupon flickers in space are by us seen,
piercing through its pores, deep wisdom we so glean.
God’s light that lights all lights, enlivens space too,
signalling that though it holds us in its womb,
it also depends on God’s pulse to renew,
that as all life forms in it, with aplomb zoom,
it is silence alone that offers a clue
to truth of space, as ignorance we deplume.
Ceasing to weigh and size, though we vaporise,
who in truth God is, we’re yet to realise.