When, like petrified shells, rocks, bones, and skeletons
Narrow thoughts, words, and actions show their elegance
As the swan of fables bisects water from milk
Shouldn't we shred narrowness, though it's, like stones, thick?
The tender caress of the Supreme, like the breeze
Heals us from the ills of vices and makes us ease
May openness fill each tabula rasa head.
Optimism, like prophets and messengers, let's spread
Harmonized, like the rhythm of a melody
We mingle ourselves within cosmic parody.
Like an albatross, we fly on a gratis rein.
We dance with Nataraja, freed from every pain.
Hesitant, we falter at the altar
We would if we could, expedite ascent
Soul prisoner and ego the captor
Incessant thoughts anchor us in banter
Self-blocking thus, our soul luminescent
Hesitant, we falter at the altar
There is no one here, save self singular
Yet our lower mind bisects and fragments
Soul prisoner and ego the captor
We are not mind-body caricature
Truth known if we invite the bliss current
Hesitant, we falter at the altar
There is no way, save childlike surrender
Whereupon ego becomes decadent
Soul prisoner and ego the captor
We are always one with the Creator
God is within, not horizon distant
Hesitant, we falter at the altar
Soul prisoner and ego the captor
27-June-2021
Beyond mere folklore
Scriptures and sermons
Magnetism that love inpours
Vibrant throb of blissful elation
As individuated God essence
Christ consciousness spark
Innate bubbling innocence
Ignites love in all hearts
Narrow mind bisects
Distorting Gods message
Divine aligned stance erect
No fears or desires to assuage
I Am that that is the causation
Of each flicker and tremor
Expansion by cessation
In breath of prayer
Love unconditional
Arms open in embrace
I Am proof of Gods miracle
Pure of heart see Me face to face
Open secret hidden in plain sight
I Am the thread binding duality
Known in compassion delight
Breath renewal in continuity
Aglow in the cave of heart
I Am the voice of conscience
Purring within as rapture starts
Gently imbibed by inner sentience
Message thus simple: love alone real
God within is closer than our skin
Feeling of completeness ideal
Form vivifying bliss ignition
23-April-2021
Tell Me, Who Do You Say That I Am Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Since it was you my heart
was
given
since it was you
In a cloudy night
And a whistling wind
In all thin season
Why today you abash me
like
dried leaves
You pierce my heart in
shambolic manner
You contempt my heart like
gloomed flowers.
It is you!
The distresses of my mind
Your beauty bisects my
heart in
solitary ecstasy
Your beauty that
brightens the
African sky
Make my love bodacious
like
summer night
Like costly garment and
African
attire
Like invaluable jewel
hanging on
Black damsel's neck
Since it was you
You anomalous attitude
cannot
infuriate me
But to conjure me.
Written by: Ajeyemi
Wasiu .A.
I love this woodland of togetherness, where the branches reach out, entwine
pull and lull me in. Where the sunlight bisects the canopy, falling in shards of
love, kissing each leaf in its effortless fall. The absorbent floor soaks of moss,
lichen and fern in a peace far from the chainsaw of reality. Indications of life
surround in a cloak of serenity, the bark of deer, the scampering of
cottontails, the gruff grunting of wild boar not always seen but their presence
felt in eerie shadows. I walk the glitters and glistens of cobweb lace, take the
quiet in eager gulps awash in the grace of growth. The watching eye of wise Owl
looks as if to say you lucky bastard, blinks and could not give a hoot. I parade
in happiness and content dismissal of the inane world outside natures blanket,
for I have seen the effects of of the two legged beast with his devouring heart,
full of greed and broken promises. No this is the pace I wish to bear, carry for
the rest of my natural days, where the seeds are scattered idyllic by a soft and
gentle hand. I will tread silently this woodland created by time and tranquillity
and try to avoid the guilt of disturbance.
Time bisects any movement in life.
Woven of gossamer strands,
where celestial spiders swing
in metered rhythm;
back and forth, back and forth.
This pendulum, alive in space,
mesmerizes with each swing.
As light shines, the strands
disappear, only to return to view
by looking back.
Three turns left; time as we know it
advances. Three turns right; the
earth jumps in orbit.
The spider twists itself down the silken
thread, unaware its actions
divide time.
While man looks for answers
to clarify each moment of his existence.