Simple is the way to be free
Know we are soul, not body-mind
Leave all fears and desires behind
Unshackle soul from our mind tree
Thoughts bisect whilst heart unifies
If heart’s quiescent, ego dies
Make head and heart with love agree
Resolve all conflicts in love’s womb
Witness then our heart lotus bloom
Be at peace, joyous and carefree
For life’s merely a lucid dream
Frolic with joy on love’s moonbeam
Use soul’s eye, mirrorlessly see
Our true Self is pure living light
Always drenched in bliss beat’s delight
Simple is the way to be free
Unshackle soul from our mind tree
Make head and heart with love agree
Be at peace, joyous and carefree
Use soul’s eye, mirrorlessly see
Mine was a somewhat humble Holy Grail.
For forty years, I hoped to see a plane
fly right across the moon. I hoped in vain.
Though once I got to see a vapour trail
bisect the orb, I couldn’t quite prevail.
Like Joey Starrett, running after Shane,
It seemed to me the gods might preordain
a lifelong disappointment. Would they fail
to humour me? It all looked pretty bleak.
One hoary April morning, just last week,
on glancing up, I broke my losing streak!
Flamed by a sun which, here, had not yet risen,
a tiny aircraft, shining with mystique,
flew through the moon, and smashed my earthbound prison.
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.
The main crossroads
Of life, cars speed
Noisily by headed
For the intersection
Carefree or troubled
Times brings a sigh
Life's highway can
Reject, bisect, inspect, reflect, each direction
Set your affections upon things above, my son
Then the major highway will head to the right
The road will narrow and traffic will get lighter
Then you will
Know you took
The right road
At the light
Each intersection
Will become easier
Right choices support
A good life
Wrong choices
Bring much strife
Choose the right
At the intersection
Life will flow
Much easier, there
Will be bumps
But you will
Face them with
Your strong faith
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Contest: Crossroads
Date: 09-23-2021
Feeling of separateness, delusion
Truth of oneness, our mind does not accept
Believing real, this dream illusion
Continuing to bisect and dissect
Platos allegory of cave replays
Those who can show the way are crucified
Trapped in the open, earth entity sways
Love and light within, never realised
Our misaligned desires seek fulfilment
So we take birth here again and again
Sinking deeper into discontentment
Gift of life seeming to be all in vain
Truth dawns in stillness of meditation
Bliss in fullness, on choosing cessation
02-June-2021
Just as fire is a good slave but a bad master, our power to reason, analyse and discern is both liberating as well as confining. Relying upon experience, memory and vicarious knowing, thoughts as deductive intelligence, that dissect and bisect are useful only for functioning in the external domain of transience, as we navigate earth life. However, to harness the world within, we must necessarily rest the instrument of thought, shifting into deep inner silence, connecting instead of grasping, embracing instead of striving, one with the pulse of universal consciousness. As we be, so we are. As we are, so we become. We be to become.
pristine awareness
soiled not by narrow thought forms
sat-chit-ananda
18-April-2021
Moments of reflections - Haibun poetry contest
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
We stand erect, alive to the moment
Mode: embrace-hold-release, always content
Emptiness our path, simple and direct
Ego rested, no puzzles to bisect
Pure innocence, our native element
Eternal truth of love and light, ancient
To access, we simply accord consent
Nestled in inner silence, to connect
We stand erect
This earth life hard, with a steep gradient
Love the magic wand, curing all ailments
Detached presence free of fear and regret
Surrendered to God, each moment perfect
Merging by melting, into the current
We stand erect
27-December-2020
Beside the placid waters of the Rhone
A classical village rises to meet the sky,
The magnificent steeple an inverted cone
Hoists a Saint Anthony’s cross to passersby.
The placid waters of the Rhone reflect
Tightly crowded flats along the banks
While gondola-like barges quietly bisect,
Creep behind a steamer in solemn ranks.
Beyond the placid waters of the Rhone
Behind where the hamlet cannot expand
Where artist has never dimensionally gone
Are meadows and fertile stretches of land.
Above the placid waters of the Rhone
And the village so central to this scene
A cerulean sky lends a peaceful overtone
With wispy clouds, a sight not often seen.
Published in PS: It's Poetry
Anthology of Poetry Soup
Arczis Web Technologies, Inc., 2020
Chosen as a FIRST PAGE PICK
All Poetry Website
July 25, 2021
Looking at form as a composite whole,
Each energy zone with own importance.
Just the way we cannot bisect our soul,
Nor judge pivot of beauteous fragrance,
Dance divine rhythm of exuberance.
Exiting stagnation, one with the flow,
Imbibing the nectar in stillness slow,
Thought rested, so we no longer resist,
Reflex response surrendered and mellow,
We vaporise to become a bliss mist.
13-October-2020
Thirst for God connect
Love holds us erect
As we did suspect
No thoughts may bisect
Joy fullness perfect
We take our chance
Softening stance
In rhythm dance
To each nuance
Thus melting
Love throbbing
Self shining
Gods sun
And we
One
11-October-2020
BRITAIN'S DIVORCE
Brexit?
Well exit!
Don’t bisect,
And dissect it!
Don’t retell and retell it,
As we kind of expect it!
Are you trying to perhaps
Protect it?
Please make a decision,
So we can respect it!
Written February 22, 2017
Motivation keeps us dream chasing
Those thoughts that you hold dear to your heart
Until the world falls apart from me missing you
These thoughts of you keep me holding onto
This abstract feeling called love
Now paint a pointillist on a rawhide canvas
On a Native American buffalo drum
But I digress to keep the beat going along
Keep it flowing to waterfalls where angels sing
A song to the siren, listen to her lull you to your last breath
So you thought this was an abstraction of love, not death
But you thought wrong 'cause they're one in the same
It's the name of game when the carousel goes round
Watch it go round, round, and round
A radial diametric where the angles bisect
To prototypes and concepts
From the concave to convex
Do you do it for the money and sex
Or for the only dreamers that we've got left
Yeah you know you've gotta give to receive
This abstract feeling called love
No Excuses
In the midst of the present,
No excuses.
Fell down, got up
Then flight
But the bruises ache
As I turn the pages
To move on, discern
As one of lifes excuses.
Practice, appease, try to please
Yet I failed, Time and time again
Possibilities pass me by
And I thought
Picked a wrong card.
I cheated, lost
But I could find
One of lifes excuses.
Felt love, lost love
Heaven above.
The thrust, the lust
All embracing
Till I got the rush
Feeling the force of the crush
Caught a diamond
But a busted flush
To my disappointment
I had to run
In the arms
Of lifes excuses.
Profession of music, geometry
Physics and Biology
Bisect,disect, Fusion of intellect
Expanding virtues of trials and failures
But there is the revision,
The safety Of lifes excuses
Pythagoras was a mathematician.
He taught mathematics in ancient Greece.
He created a now-famous theorem.
You can bisect a rectangle or square.
Draw a line between opposite corners.
This will result in two right triangles.
The two sides opposite each right angle
are commonly called a “hypotenuse“.
The sum of the squares of the base and height,
equal the square of the hypotenuse.
~a sea gull’s swift flight
over waves, shadow as kite
last catch before night
~choppy waves reflect
birds of sea by light inspect
dead fishes’ bisect
~shad fish seek cover
fish schools shield each the other
surrogate mother
~ocean waves relent
light of day energy spent
sea smells of salt scent
For and in honor of Carol Brown
And contest: What’s The Buzz
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