With the external world having faded,
we look out for consciousness contraction,
prior to onset of our reaction,
which is by watchful focus blockaded.
Breath by breath by bliss magnetism aided,
our choice to remain poised in inaction,
light of Self subject not to refraction,
bliss of our heart is not for angst traded.
Our is-ness of being-ness is revealed,
being the direct path we walk upon,
refusing to be by thought forms decoyed,
by using bliss beats as a sturdy shield,
that as each heartbeat ushers a new dawn,
we shine as God’s light, pure and unalloyed.
To ponder or not to ponder - that is the question.
Is it a waste of my precious seconds, minutes, hours
To dwell on the questions that plague my mind?
I spend my waking and waning hours mulling and considering,
Crashing waves of question marks and possibilities
Dance around in my mind's eye, quelling the beast of sleep.
A skeptical girl's dream is a paranoid's nightmare.
The mind wanders the winding path, ways blockaded by the
immaturity of age's eye. Paths extend,
arms outstretched, sclera comes into view. I enter the land
of darkness and trivial trifles, numbers rapidly rising.
To observe then look away - oh what a gift.
The fluttering, juvenile gaze upon life offers a plethora of privileges.
A jovial demeanor, an emaciated ego, a blithe smile -
charities that are given to the majority.
The plights that plague me are mere afterthoughts
in the meandering mind of the thoughtless. Idealizing,
reading, puzzling reserve themselves for the
fragmented, slightly distorted. And now I must
ponder, what the slightly distorted
save themselves from.
Although we had feared it,
we watch in disbelief,
our country’s Capitol,
symbol of democracy,
invaded by those wishing
to overturn the government.
Throngs of seditionists in
MAGA hats clog the streets
Of Washington, DC,
The likes of which we
have not seen except in
third world countries.
Frightened residents
have boarded up
and huddle in their homes,
fearing the worst.
Members of Congress,
blockaded in the Capitol,
wearing gas masks.
Police, park police, and
National Guard overwhelmed,
crying out for more help.
No military help available
because the military
must be called out
by the president, who is
himself a traitor to his country
and is encouraging the mob.
Seditionist Senators cower,
perhaps wondering what
they have unleashed.
Civil War II looms,
election results in chaos,
interrupted by the riots.
Where will it end?
Will our country ever
be the same again?
Ah, Spring: each laden cloud more rain delivers,
that soaks our clothes and in our new shoes sloshes.
Our streets blockaded thanks to pregnant rivers,
with mud tracked in the house from kids' galoshes.
Ah, weeds: the bane of ev'ry gardener!
Unwanted life that fouls our garden's bliss.
Dear mother nature, we must pardon her
for her green demons turning Spring amiss.
Ah, noise: new Vernal life creates a riot
as crickets, birds, and frogs return to form.
It makes one long for Winter's tranquil quiet -
not all is calm when days grow long and warm.
Come March, not all is magically renewed -
with rain and weeds and noise, Spring's downright rude!
written 30 Jan 2023
Heart contractions, a wake up call
Moments when we fail to stand tall
It almost seems we’re in a dream
Blockaded by a mere thought wall
Fears and desires, that inwards stream
Hollow, shallow, ego spawned scheme
Void-centric joyous soul’s immune
To imagined fears, that so beam
When with pulse of love we’re in tune
To throbs of bliss our heart does swoon
Outcomes any, we are tranquil
Radiant thus like yonder moon
Healed by God’s light, voids within fill
Feel soma nectar overspill
Mind-body’s but an instrument
In surrender to divine will
Whenever we be discontent
Insentient to bliss current
Know that ego’s up to it’s tricks
Blocking soul’s light effervescent
01-April-2022
candlelight mystery
looking out the window
blockaded by friendship
but thankful for the same
wanting to get on the other car of the train
yet being choked by the fear of past present pain
lavender aromatherapy conversation
apple cinnamon delight
pumpkin spice ambiance
clear waters constantly flowing
winter candy apple amusement
sensual amber effervescence
though the mystery of us may never be solved,
the candles of our unique friendship and bond will infinitely burn
praying in soft seclusion
loving the love that is lovely
accepting the kiss of assurance that there is another way to think
once i had a one track mind
now i possess a lucrative locomotive that motivates
the company i keep revitallizes Me
my heartbeat no longer makes me sneeze that bodyaching kind
staying on top of all delusion
giving the gift that is also giving
learning to receive the reception so blockaded by self avoidance
once i had shield of shame
now i possess an outspoken outlooks that only overtakes
the family i lay the welcome mat down for refocuses Me
my mindstate no longer has cliffhanger with an acidic wind that bafflingly blinds
hello to the unknown pretender
goodbye to the overexposed defender
all my love to the taker, but never the resender
all the darkness has sharp edges
all the cavities have roadblocks for decoration
all the lesions have mercilessly given pledges
all the blackheads have blockaded all attempted restoration
i offer you flowers, but you want golden stairsteps
i offer you interchanges, but you want platinum destinations
i offer you clarity, but you want festive, material chaos
i offer you me, but you want the thorn crown of melancholy
knowing this in the now like POW!,
i depart not in frustration, but in a
Deeper Depth of the Discovery of Self....
all i can now do is offer you the warm side of an Alladin's lamp
i hope that the wishes you make will only beautify the maintenance of your personal satisfaction
if I who is ME cannot fulfill your individual zest with additional glee,
then i can only kiss the Welcome Mat of Prayer and welcome back the Internally Divine Player....
Let winter come
And freeze the sky
No more will shadows cast
Let showers turn to heaps of snow
With gardens hidden deep
Let working cease
Migration fly
Let herds to safety dash
Farmers idle, fires glow
No fields left to reap
My picket fence
Blockaded high
No perfect cobbled path
Let winter come, and snowstorms blow
I need some time to sleep
By: Kyle Ezra Kriticos
I know this one girl
She hides behind her big smile
She makes her self seem brave and strong
But on the inside she is crying
She doesn't show how much shes hurting
She bottles up all her feelings
But how can you not see the hurt in her eyes
How can you not see how much shes dyeing inside
The reason is she has blockaded herself
She makes you believe that shes ok
She doesn't let you get too close to her so you can see
She keeps herself away
One day she'll be ok
One day her smile will be true
One day she'll let you in
But today is not the day
Roaring anger through great seven seas
erupted as spiteful giant water columns
Swept off fragile nations to oceans
You ! the most cruel catastrophe of all
Turned suburbs along seaboards to graves
Naked bodies decayed among their own rubbles
Once paradises changed to unlivable grounds
You! fateful miracle engulfed loving kith and kin
Scattered carcasses gave out foul reeks
Rescuers buried them in mass graves
Crows and foxes devoured untimely preys
You! mindless wonder created such horrible scenes
Orphanages filled by infants,kids and elders
None could erase their unforgettable memories
Blockaded their glowing future for ages
You! mighty disaster made them stand still
Wonderful tales about mermaids and leviathans
skills and talents on gears and crafts
carried to sea among laments of fishing folks
You! heartless monster made mother Earth sadden
By Swarnapali Liyanage
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