Best Wherefrom Poems
In the span of stolen hours, thy lips fall silent apart from thy pupils
muttering softly, acquainting with an
astonishing creation wherefrom
created. In many respects,
could not restrain
inhaling
its intense
gold of
pleasure.
And unwilling
to exhale for
fear of lost
sight of creators
treasure. Thy lips
drew near, prevailing upon thy pupils;
transcending and transitioning to that wherefrom
created within the inner sanctum, time and time again...surreptitiously.
Pace, G
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08-21-2013
Wherefrom poetry shades recall,
and the other side of yesterday
is but a dreamt hallucination,
can't see the foliage from trees'
darkly forested boundaries,
insofar as frivolous moonbeams
agitate sun's glorified imagism
'midst hues of baubled madness
& vaporous sentiments are replete
within day-trippers' remote motives,
shadowing delusional chicanery
of rosé-tinted Jedi mind tricks
To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell
Hallelujah, born again
chapels scheming, mankind reeling
in holy water's baptism of wizardly elixir
postulating an all consuming reverence,
rejuvenated myths of deiform fears
as reinvented nature flows in
lickety split's Latin discombobulation
Aggrandizement randomly written
in santuary's intensly scripted blather
increasing histrionics' translations,
'pon bled origins' of original sin
Amen's passed the poison apple mid shrines'
overflowing baskets of coined redemption
Tilt, you go to that fantasy in the sky
Hallelujah, born again
wherefrom archangels' herald lightworks,
otherwise Beelzebub will gladly impose
his heated grasp in welcoming you warmly
to a dark side of the fried fray,
difference in ashes' revival supposedly
are prayer & the almighty dollar,
naught to do with compassion & good will towards men,
ailing old frail women nor starving children,
falling prey to greener hard currency's salivating salvation
priestly entitled behaviors' disconcertingly repugnance,
who knew...gospel's chapter & functional verse
could be so dastardly rendered in man's
higher power of accommodated perversions
God search
Begin
Go in
Within
We are
Alone
Sans thought
We’re free
Silence
Deepens
We then
So feel
Currents
Purring
Bliss throbs
Rising
Filling
Our form
From head
To toe
Each pore
A door
Wherefrom
Grace pours
Pure heart
Glistens
Nectar
Dripping
Ignites
All nodes
God’s light
Soft white
Bursts forth
Here now
We feel
Complete
No doubts
Remain
Life play
Goes on
The dream
Unfolds
His will
Is done
We are
Awake
31-March-2022
Written for: 'A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE' contest
Indulge
Awhile
In thought
Spirals
Just see
How they
Orbit
Our heart
Wherefrom
They sprung
But now
We fuel
Our thoughts
Habits
Patterns
That shroud
The light
Within
So let’s
Now shift
Into
Stillness
Silence
Pristine
Where we
Just rest
Feeling
Life pulse
Our breath
Heartbeat
The bliss
Current
That seeks
Fusion
Union
With God
Through love
Whose hues
Bubble
Afire
Joyous
Embrace
Both form
And void
Now one
All love
Thus touched
By God
17-February-2022
“As you live deeper in the heart,
the mirror gets clearer and cleaner” ~ Rumi
what does it mean to live in the heart
the centre wherefrom soft stirrings of love arise
our hand goes there automatically when we say, ‘I am’
‘tis where we feel the anguish of sorrow and the joy of surprise
spontaneous effervescence of love is free from fetters of mind
magical radiance of love dissolves illusion of separation
beholding God’s presence within all sentient beings
entwines our consciousness with His creation
we are all born as such, love and light replete
then ego manifests, a cloud of dust, veiling our soul
over time we begin to believe we are only this organic form
becoming self-serving, selfish, lustful, heart blackened like coal
the journey from head to heart is then but our journey back home
cleansing mirror of our heart, we reconnect with the source
discarding conditioned belief, letting go of identity
we reclaim inner light without use of force
a notch higher
above the head ovoid
grazing the crown chakra
a moist ethereal implant awakes
signalling embodiment of transcendence
within the aspect of consciousness immanent
the happenstance pleasantly occurring in the night
animates bliss fixated at the fontanel for an hour
somewhat like the hand of God on our head
wherefrom other nodes too imbibe grace
silently honing the Sahasrara portal
readying us for what’s to come
this form is dust yet moves as though it’s alive
propelled by God’s breath, divine spark in our heart
too subtle to find so it’s useless to strive
unless we’re still causing ego to depart
and melding head with heart, flame of love revive
prayer on our lips being the way to start
with resolve and patience finding soul’s essence
living light eternal, our pure quintessence
having known now who we are nothing is gained
since whether we know or not, we are the Self
but having garnered wisdom, soul is unchained
and no fears or desires remain on our shelf
our childlike heart again pristine and unstained
trusting God fully as life flows by itself
poised in peace at all times in heart’s play station
viewing life’s a dreamlike manifestation
as a dweller of the void, beyond space-time,
one with God in a singularity field
bereft of attributes, no peaks left to climb
infinite is the power we therein wield
yet free from desire, we’re engrossed in love’s chime
acting spontaneously, needing no shield
self-existent in the splendour of our light
with time dissolved peace replacing bliss delight
Self is consciousness labels cannot define
being that wherefrom the universe arose
yet in pulse dual too found when we align
head and heart with love, the fragrance of a rose
causing nodes in form with bliss beats to align
accomplished whilst we yet remain in repose
wherein all we need to do is vaporise
that thus in doing so, God we realise
deeper yet within, truth of Self we pursue
recognising consciousness that’s absolute
a bright darkness from which nothing can break through
beyond all realms and music of Krishna’s flute
tightly packed energy known to sages few
yet we are That for it is our very root
one without a second, nothing else exists
known when we abandon ego’s to-do lists
Peace is though difficult
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity
Into new-fangled trials.
All the weapons
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless,
Nuclear or less potential
Made of common explosives,
Be spoiled,
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas,
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.
When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:
The tanks and cannons,
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas
With the squadrons of fighter-jets,
Submarines that navigate
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery,
Instead of the appliances
Colouring the Earth red.
All the medals or symbols
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering
No service to humanity
Be employed to plough the lands,
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time,
Engaged them
To perform some rewarding assignments.
Upon the earth,
There must not be a single
Blood-claiming weapon;
If men are incensed
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers,
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant
And resentful should scratch
The skin of fellow beings or their own.
Form:
Put away childish things
yet keep the childlike wonder.
Though dreams be rent asunder
our wishes still have wings.
Put away childish speech
but not the constant queries
that question rooted theories
which reason cannot reach.
Put away childish ken,
though artless ways of seeing
in any age of being
will find a poet’s pen.
Put away childish thought
yet not imagination
which sparks our inspiration
beyond what we are taught.
Put away childish things
but follow deepest desires.
Those secret innermost fires
burn brighter as hope sings.
Put away childish whim
yet not delight in playing,
then when the world’s dismaying,
our days won’t seem so grim.
Put away childish fears.
Nonetheless, through thick and thin
hang on to the child within,
the laughter and the tears,
all the livelong years…
Put away childish things.
While our dusty death is nigh,
the utter self shall not die,
and karmic kismet clings.
Put away childish things,
though then in mirror darkly
we face our image starkly,
plus suffer destined slings.
Put away childish pain
yet not sensations tender
for sunset’s golden splendor
or soothing thrum of rain,
therein the simple joys remain…
Nor questing spirit ever lose,
while on the pathway that we choose,
neither from love refrain
which makes a heaven of earth’s domain.
Still, throughout, with faith unshaken,
seek enlightenment to waken,
thus the bliss supreme to gain,
plus not to live and die in vain…
Put away childish things
but hold to yearning youthful
to grasp the learning truthful
which timeless wisdom brings.
Put away childish things,
and embrace the peerless state
of illumined grace innate
wherefrom great fortune springs!
~ Harley White
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The following well-known quotation provided the initial literary inspiration for the poem…
“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face.”
1 Corinthians 13 ~ The New King James Version (NKJV) translation of the Bible
Further inspiration derived from the teachings and writings of Nichiren Daishonin, as well as Martin Bradley’s interpretative writings about them…
An afterlife awaits a star
on having bid its au revoir
in supernova’s days of yore,
with remnant of collapsing core
impressionistic as Renoir.
The cosmos leaves the door ajar
for astral evolution far
with pulsar winds wherefrom outpour
an afterlife.
In vast sidereal memoir,
through brilliant stellar repertoire,
midst universe’s evermore
with skies our astro-eyes explore,
from starry stuff we humans are
an afterlife.
~ Harley White
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“We are made of stellar ash. Our origin and evolution have been tied to distant cosmic events. The exploration of the cosmos is a voyage of self-discovery.”
~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos
The poem is a rondeau ~ a short poem of fixed form, consisting of 13 lines (plus the phrase twice) on two rhymes and having the opening words or phrase used in two places as an unrhymed refrain.
Inspiration for poem from article and image ~ G292.0+1.8: Stellar Forensics with Striking Image from Chandra
Explanation from Chandra ~ This supernova remnant shows us just how complex a star’s afterlife can be! About 20,000 light years from Earth, G292.0+1.8 contains a pulsar left behind after the death of a massive star, as well as other features that give scientists insight into supernova remnant evolution.
Man wants life, too easy, as sweet as honey
But for that needs money.
Money he may though have
But not sufficient for him to behave.
Not sufficient for his needs and deeds
Like uncountable rosary beads.
For his satisfaction of materialistic lust
He requires money to sweep away his hungry dust.
But wherefrom will he get more money
Which for him, it is as sweet as honey.
Atlast, he lays his hands for debt, debt for a few rupees
And from that day, a charge on his character levies.
Today, tomorrow came and went
With the end of each day, money came and got spent.
Again, he requires more money to sweep his dirty dust
Again some generous donors fulfilled his lewd lust.
Days came and went, with each sunrise and sunset
But his mind never sensed shame and regret.
Again he needs money to sweep away his dirty dust,
But this time no generous donors did him just,
Instead their generous face, radiated bright with rage and disgust.
Now he was all alone
Trusted by none and havoc prone.
He now realized his folly
To waste money in leisure and be jolly.
Company owners found him useless
Wasting time and energy in task meaningless.
They asked him to give his resignation letter or else get fired
He remembered the bright sunny day when he was hired.
Everywhere he was surrounded by dense cloud of darkness
No light, no hope only sadness.
Alas, he had no other option but to repent
Sit alone in dark and lament.
He went to a nearby river bank
Saw his reflection in rippling water and his heart sank.
Unable to bear the pain, the grief, the depression which pinched in him in
He jumped into the mighty river to wash away his sin.
God or Sat being the only true substance
Choicelessly chooses to manifest existence
Dividing Himself into two by His creativity
Creating thus a pulse manifested as polarity
The pulse the word the outpouring being Ohm
Wherefrom arose the Universe we call our home
In the void of stillness He remains neutral
Attraction & repulsion orbiting the Sun central
Thus is set up the triad or trinity of energies
Satva & Rajas & Tamas in a play for eternity
That that He may behold Himself in surprise
He slips into stupor to gradually awake & rise
This play then enacted in the field of maya
Where space-time-matter become an enigma
Veil of illusion creating in life feeling of identity
Appearing to be limited though in truth infinity
Delusion of each lifetron rooted in stagnation
Freedom instant centred in source of causation
Maya manifestation being but division illusionary
Reflection of vibrations in a dream world imaginary
Eternal truth Sat found in stillness of meditation
Evident in the void of each pulse polarity rotation
Stretching the void by stilling flickering attention
We are one with the absolute in blissful elation
As a child, I had scribbled trifles on sea sands,
And often allowed them to get wiped by wave's hands;
Mansions and palaces on the sand I had built too,
When they got destroyed by waters I felt no woe.
This mania soon got altered to writing names,
Of persons accompanied playing many games;
The sand mansions too slowly shifted to sculptures,
And seemed in style and structure so voluptuous.
Thus with many scribbling and sculptures, times rolled on,
I got someone who looked like a girl-sculpture-swan;
We, together now, scribbled and sculptured pure love,
That as though would envy the celestials above...
The sea waves witnessed our wavy ways and wondered,
The weather too often changed its mood and thundered;
When our wedding bells aside sea happened to peal,
The sea and her creatures seemed brim filling with zeal...
The sea, then, our delightful honeymoon witnessed,
The shapes and moods of sculptures with feelings got mixed;
Sands and shells turned beds cozily decorated,
Moon and stars the ambiance illuminated...
The buds of love blossomed and on due time bore fruits,
We came to the shores now bringing our naughty kids;
They scribbled, made sculptures in magnificent styles,
We built castles within while enjoying their smiles.
Amidst tangles of routines shores now forgotten,
Our children married and their kids now begotten;
We, one in heart, hand in hand, memories Cudding,
Cherubims of happiness within us wedding...
She too is gone now I like a seagull forlorn,
Taking shelter aside the shore and within mourn;
Cherishing all good and bad memories of old,
Scribble and build sculptures keeping my heart still bold.
I see this sea and shore as paths of transcendence,
Wherefrom my spirit will sore to the resplendence;
Where the splendor of God showers on me his grace,
Where my eyes will see realities face to face.
28 July 2021