Another moment
Another byte
It is a breathtaking land
So much to see
So much to grasp
There is beauty all around.
In the shadowed wires where secrets hide,
Silent thieves in code abide.
A click, a breach, a stolen key,
Invisible chains that none can see.
Digits dance in darkened halls,
Firewalls crack, the system falls.
Identity lost in a web of lies,
Echoes of trust in silent goodbyes.
Beware the hackers, sly and keen,
Masters of the cyber scene.
Guard your data, shield your name,
In this digital world, nothing’s tame.
For every byte and every trace,
Leaves behind a shadowed face.
In the fight to keep secure and right,
We stand as guardians of the night.
In networks vast where signals flow,
Lurks the dark where dangers grow.
Phishing hooks and malware's snare,
Threats unseen are everywhere.
Yet united, wise and strong,
We fight to right what’s gone wrong.
Cyber justice lights the way,
To keep our world safe every day.
brilliant is the light of the sun
contrasted with soothing moonlight
opening heart lotus slowly
let our heart’s joy grow byte by byte
we wish to see God but know not
truth of our Self beyond space-time
discard each conditioned belief
simply follow love’s bliss beat chime
ceasing thinking begin feeling
the ebb and flow of sensations
mindfully choosing the higher
uplifting our soul’s vibrations
choose the glow of the lustrous moon
for that is what we can imbibe
though it reflects light of the sun
moonlight has in it the same vibe
choose the path that’s strewn with roses
tread mindfully on Mother Earth
doing nothing we will ascend
bubbling with joy in blissful mirth
It's said, "The world will bleed away."
It bleeds and bleeds—one pint a day.
A blood as bland as monochrome,
as voices in an echo-dome.
The drooling masses lap it up.
And lick the anchor's shiny cup.
With honeyed words that tickle ears.
Or doomsday chants, neurotic fears.
One pint a spew of ink on page;
the next a clip to bait our rage.
More deep-fake, cheap-fake, viral slop,
all gobbled up without a thought.
They swipe until their thumbs fall numb.
Each point-less short a tasty crumb.
And reach into their crinkly bag,
to find a byte with which to brag.
It flows and flows—a crimson hue.
False words—a bitter cud to chew.
When idle hour courts lazy mind,
and sightless ones dare lead the blind.
When wars are waged on field and screen.
Whilst rumor mills redraw the scene.
It's said, "The world will bleed away."
The things I see—I fear it may.
Propelled through a wormhole made by time in space,
Self as crystallised light, pulsates with delight,
as heart gently imbibes boons bestowed by grace,
inpouring breath by breath on soul’s wingless flight,
wherein holding warmth of love in close embrace,
wisdom of sages is ingrained byte by byte.
Such is as it is, if we cease to resist,
navigating the void, as does a bliss mist.
AI is so clever, yet it often trips,
To hallucinate with fibs and skips.
But, don't get mad when it fakes and lies
For it's learned its lines from a billion flawed guys
Mere mortals in AI's fake, bit and byte, guise eyes.
Who checks up on the know-all bot in a genius disguise?
What if we have came as far as we can
So now we are trying to integrate
End of night leaving our eyes on a pad
Could you teach A.I. to be bad
Would it know the difference
See we worry about technology
but the weakest link
Is humanity
What dreams would A.I. dream
A byte to eat at edge of a digital stream
Counting down from infinity just to get to sleep
Counting every shoop
Weight that does knot compute
Err
Who in truth we are, we know not,
no wonder then, we are fear fraught,
since it's certain we will soon die,
reducing consciousness to naught.
Save in moments when love draws nigh,
we rarely reach bliss rapture's high,
drifting rudderless in the void,
nurturing thoughts that makes heart sigh.
Day and night, by dark desires toyed,
negating truths sung by Pink Floyd,
we ponder how we may reclaim
light of soul, pure and unalloyed.
There's no use to play the blame game,
so fixating on God our aim,
upon melding our head with heart,
bliss then becomes our claim to fame.
No doubt silence is a learnt art,
causing bliss ignition to start,
revealing we are living light,
enriched on adding love to cart.
This is how we garner clear sight,
byte by byte adding bliss delight,
in cave of heart, where God resides,
who reveals His form, lustrous white.
Melding with sunset’s fading light
Before the day turned into night
Magnetism rose, heightened delight
I drew in God’s grace, byte by byte
The happenstance was simply this
From head to toe, I felt pure bliss
Caress of Divine Mother’s kiss
Rapture leaving nothing amiss
Void of polarity exchange
Oft gives birth to soul stirrings strange
Enhancing vibrational range
Signalling it’s time for a change
Lamp of love’s lit in cave of heart
Feel therein bliss ignition start
It may be small talk to you but to me it is an Insight to mystery
I crave more of it seems so ridiculous I know
But each tid byte of info you give me makes me search for more of it
The shuddle hellos the honest thank yous
Let's me see part of your world
You tell me about this past Halloween
How you dream of heading to NY for new years eve
You are special person with those beautiful smiles
It means the world to this Man for you to even talk with me
I look forward Each week I am on south just to see you again
It may be small to you but it takes me out of my so called comfort zone
You are a higher power to me a ray of light I use to run from
I don't feel ugly or unimportant around you
It seems strange to think a simple smile can change a persons day but it so does in my case
I am so happy for the small talk ànd maybe some day it will change into more conversations or not but I really do appreciate those smiles you show each day.
With the pulse divine we align,
that bliss energised supine spine,
hums day and night, as living light,
for which tremulous heart does pine.
God granting us gift of clear sight,
we gain in wisdom, byte by byte
but earth life yet tests, though in jest,
until we discern wrong from right.
Our heart is a nest, where we rest,
imbibing bliss, soul by God blest,
distanced now from ego spawned lies,
we carry no load on our chest.
The path is straight, as the crow flies;
our true life starts, when ego dies,
that thus when the false falls away,
healed and cleansed soul begins its rise.
What happens is, we cease to sway,
seeing light of Self, clear as day,
then walk on earth bubbling with mirth,
allowing bliss beats right of way.
peter marks, rhymes with sharks, warns the people
To be sharp.? Your life he wishes I note to save.?
He advocates 'a new stab' in three months its to be
Made.? I thought in the (dark winter) exerscise Col
James Bush implied in 2007 that process was live.?
Maybe i'm wrong.?? But lets move along; to the latest
Jingle sound-byte or song.' Dear old Dolly Parton put
One out, quite stab positive, that I don't doubt I
Wonder did she charge a fee.? Or was her service only
Free, yet move along..Its a fast paced time, kinetic
Screens and 5g tuning fine..its all about our health we
Hear, self preservation and promoting fear.' Is that a
Good way to keep us fit.? Just listen to the narrative ?
I don't see bulliten boards, agin rolled out those 1940s
Innovations sticks and suits, a politicans roundabout '
Such a sideshow..Aimed i think at the over 60s if we
Stop to think ww2 spirit was invoked I hope the planners
Curl up and choke.' With these as friends we struggled on
With their (well-wishes) lectures advice quite wrong?
Well here we are, society split..Or divided as I call it.!
Such easy prey..? I pray to God its not the case maybe
I'm just odd.?
Said the I-pad to the HP up tight
You just can’t get anything write
You’re a blathering twit
Lacking feeling or wit
Mindless “thoughts” lacking feeling or “byte”
John G. Lawless
©2/3/2023
Bliss beats heighten, when we are still,
feeling within, God's divine light,
imbibing wisdom byte by byte,
by simply surrendering will
and day by day, as dark voids fill,
bliss beats heighten.
Easy is soul’s ascent uphill
and unbound is our heart’s delight,
when God bestows His divine sight
and feeling soma nectar spill,
bliss beats heighten.
13-October-2022
(Rondine)
Just as our breath flows,
in silence bliss grows.
All we do's invite
God’s love, byte by byte.
Centred in vast space,
we imbibe God's grace,
simply being still,
surrendering will.
Choosing cessation
without negation,
we touch and release
each life pulse with ease.
30-September-2022
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