Best Unfoldment Poems
FIREWORKS
The initial joy
Of a firework
Is not in the sparkle shower
But at the exact moment of BURST!
Something in one’s very bones
Recalls creation
Life proclaiming self
A coming out of the gigantic
And won’t unfoldment be beautiful
Dave Austin
The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which a universe was birthed, ,
Ununiform and creatively diverse,
And here a riddle exists,
For within the unfoldment,
Of a chaotic, broken mess,
Contains a sublime secret,
That beyond mind mazes,
And numbing, repetitive cycles,
Fragmenting in habitual motion,
That beyond all this angst and addiction,
A great Loving Peace pulsates,
A Universal Heart-beat,
Individuated as our own deepest wisdom,
With this we enter the Xmas fray,
Calm and living in Eternity,
And yet playing in time and space,
Transcending yesterday's truth,
Love amidst chaos,
Tolerating those who dwell in the past,
Accepting the mystery of a universe,
That is seemingly not unfolding,
The way it should,
And yet knowing that Love exists,
Love behind the mega drama,
Love despite all else,
The great paradox!
It is as if I strangely sit between unfoldment and the
pit turn the heart and bend the lip of ageless silent
sun and trees of passing pageants aimed to please
the garish and the blinded throng from heaven sent in
hellish garb of bodies blown from end to who
have no goal but to amend raise sails and forward
step by step into the gaping jaws of death whose
heat and dust is lust to men who search for pleasure
here and call the flush of genius to stand before the
whirling throng of those who would be gods and dirt
where chance stands up and stares at passing
shows on empty streets and fields laid bare by
greedy hands heaped up on aimless needs
this play is not what you have made but is the
evening’s splendid ray that fall on ruins old and new
on tower street and avenue where tired feet that
cannot stay fall on and on monotony and pave the
way to gluttony
THE INEXPRESSIBLE…
Vocabulary passes into oblivious dissolution,
And embankment of expression
Awaits the fragile knocks of fear,
Wholeness circumscribed the lonely emptiness
And the subdued self desires to draw
The figure of its universe
In the shrinking shell of consciousness.
Self’s unceasing preparedness
To stretch the arms of tiring limits
Into the unending horizon
And pluck the infinite’s blossom
To treasure in the finite’s tranquil corner.
Rigidity’s readiness to melt
And softness’s eagerness
To acquire the subtler version,
At the warmth’s tender touch
Alluring the champion of establishment
Into an inebriated exuberance.
Heart’s risky plunge into voiceless depths,
Motionless its march,
Inexplicable its unheard oratory,
Adventures into crucified crux-
Seeking the immortal enchantress
In the diffused darkness and densest ignorance.
Breath’s ultimate competition-
To kiss the zone of silence.
Smiting life’s breast
With rosy lips of death’s beauty.
And the defeated twilight succumbs
Before the advancing darkness.
Not for the annihilation in
The veil less vast void,
But to embrace the stealthy unfoldment
Of “Divine Bliss”-enwrapped in the
Petals of the approaching dawn..
Do, at night, flowers dream of their death?
The thought, admittedly is a poetic one,
but I find that absurdity,
is often a step ahead of knowledge.
I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest weed,
never dream of death, for death dreams of me,
it crawls into bed with me,
and enters my morning coffee
as a memory of what will come.
Every part of a flower is a construct
of one dream upon another,
it is a meditation by rote,
a chant on rails of light.
Only night can slow that processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts, look please with care.
See the beauty of dying flowers,
how they dream themselves out of this world
with their closeted death-songs
see how they impregnate water and soil.
with that last surrendering
of their looking-glass souls.
Magical, mysterious, completely incomprehensible!
Is there anything more divine than a seed,
Any seed, large or small, any size at all?
Infused within its compact evolving time capsule
Is written all the instructions for the development
Of every form of life: human, animal, plant.
Every line of DNA delineates the perfect sequential
Unfoldment of beauty, symmetry, form and style.
The physical matrix is generated to match the
Spiritual etherical pattern from which it springs.
Within each of us lies the seeds of greatness
Planted there by an Unseen Hand of Grace,
Meticulously designed to bring forth uniqueness
Offering to the world the Creator’s Thought, perfect and artful.
Yet, taken for granted, we are dull to the magnificence
Of the built-in resources which lie inside each of us,
Oblivious to the power of our Divine connection with our Source.
But, at the perfect designated timing, at the ripened season,
We spring forth to shower our beauty onto the world,
Blessing humankind, acknowledging and praising the Divine.
Never again doubt your greatness. Your perfection is assured.
It is structured in your DNA. Your spirit holds the Divine pattern,
And every resource necessary for its unfoldment.
You are the seed of the next generation, of the next millennium,
Of the next universe unfolding over time and experience.
Turn your mind away from smallness. Your darkness is a lie,
meant to trap you inside a seething hell of illusion.
Reach into your Holy self, shining God outward
Upon the world and humankind.
You have seeds of greatness within you
to change, expand, evolve, improve
Everything you can imagine, touch and see.
Live with intention born of your personal Divine spark of life,
Creating your personal heaven right where you stand.
Guided by Divine inspiration, your life can be all God meant it to be.
Copyright Chula Fleming © August 31, 2024
promises and prophesies
are in timeless time fulfilled
in as they take time to manifest
after being created in the ethereal
all that that has been set into motion
is beheld by us in childlike surprise
although eye of wisdom knows
the manner of unfoldment
11-February-2023
Vibrant aloneness
Embracing tranquil peace
In a time stretched continuum
Vibrant silence gets a new name
As nodes within throb with joy
Enlivened by bliss currents
Presence accords no preference
To the manner of unfoldment
Being but a receptor
Of divine grace that in-pours
Assimilated by our receptive heart
16-January-2023
awareness self aware
of dark veils of ignorance
shrouding our consciousness
rotates polarity of sentience
to view inner luminescence
the offered enablement
seen by periscope vision
is then scrutinised by ego
by jaundiced perception
in dimmed colouration
once baton of awareness
shifts into the void internal
we must rest our lower mind
trusting cognition spherical
to behold God’s miracle
for detachment complete
let us celebrate our delusion
resting our head at His feet
in continuum of meditation
heart radiant in elation
looking around in wonder
nestled in quiet contentment
bliss in-pours as vibrant thunder
as we view life in astonishment
delighting in soul unfoldment
17-September-2021
the Guru chakra throbs steadily
reassuring heart and gentling mind
soma nectar trickles, pheromones mingle
our pristine presence is with existence aligned
the vertical magnetic grid, over front and back
petal by petal, unveils its beauteous hues
all soul does is witness the unfoldment
bliss the flavour of our heart’s muse
Every becoming part of a flower
is a meditation by rote.
From seed to lovely bloom
a processional unfoldment.
When the bloom wilts
beauty unveils,
the flower sleeps
as if day were night
and all was ever
but a dream.
Divine spirituality oozes into atmosphere
Your unfoldment is a matter of time
By Divine’s grace, in cosmos timing, not ours.
Trust in the divine, surrender in the perfection
Underpinning of ethereal preparation
Allowing full appreciation to flow into the veins of self
Letting go of ego, leaning on your childhood roots,
Allowing the bamboo moon to shine your truth
Possibly what you were not aware of until you felt her power
Divine intention unfolding in her perfect timing.
Bringing spirituality into your third eye,
Infusing you with perfect love, light and peace.
By Your grace
I have life immortal;
the seed of you, called Man,
who buds and blossoms,
breathes in and out
(respiration of creation)
each new journey one
of ever greater unfoldment--
I have infinite petals
colors and scents; the
enchantment of universes,
allowing me to express both
virtues and flaws--for there is
no perfection when it comes
to human honesty; and the only
true honesty is that of Your
Selfless Love….
Who’s to say
Route of pathway
For each bliss hue
Fresh & new
Every unfoldment
Pristine & innocent
Spontaneity
Of Ohm continuity
A divine caress
As lovers confess
Burning yearning
For connecting
Who’s to predict
In finality succinct
Path of the breeze
Flowing in ease
Twinkle in the eye
As we do sigh
With ecstatic rapture
Mind cannot capture
The divine revealing
As of its choosing
Explosive bliss delight
Renewing day & night
31-July-2020
Having recognised we are living light,
though for the moment caged in feeble form,
we feel in each node, bliss magnetism warm,
gripping us in rapture by day and night,
that as breath by breath, heightens heart’s delight,
mode and mood surrender, we just conform,
to the currents birthing this benign storm,
exhuming ego, bestowing clear sight.
Dwelling in the now, free from hold of time,
allowing kundalini right of way,
we watch our unfoldment in slow motion,
attention fixated on bliss beat’s chime,
one with light of Self that is here to stay,
enabled without any commotion.