on an as is where is basis here now
still in the midst of cacophonic din
blissful stirrings that arise we allow
and as our attention gently floats in
throb of the soul star chakra does begin
the pulse mirrored at heart, forehead and spine
signalling all nodes with God’s light align
toroidal heart expands, we understand
deep peace brought about by dewdrops of bliss
sprinkled across our form, this holy land
dance of delight, vibrant as here now this
ushering wellness where nothing’s amiss
light of dawn each morn, which is always new
as are the bliss pulsations that renew
The Invisible Strings of Black Light
I sing my mute blizzard on the stiffened string of full void,
the shrill echo of silence gently undoes time's curtain for me,
like a luminescent howl from a transparent sarcophagus,
that aspirates my breath through the pores of an effervescent abyss,
cacophonic symphony of angels with wings of calcified plague,
conducted by white crows singing in psalms of evaporated matter,
adorned with the phosphorescent keyboards of the abyss-color,
that blinds with its radiant blackness any lucid non-seeing,
abstract paintings of crystallized tears in dried blood,
a hypnotic rodeo of petrified butterflies in arrested flight,
metaphysical courtesans of a sterilized and eternal amor,
king without crown in the kingdom without throne and without stern,
where love is an amnesia that remembers everything in forgetting,
and presence is no longer needed to always be living disappearance,
my sinusoidal trajectory through a crystal of solid fog,
that wove our eternity into an exploded second,
to the nectarous curses floating through your granite thoughts,
the mosaic of my solar nights with fate's luminous catastrophes!
Though we sit alone, we are in a crowd,
hounded by thought forms we cannot repulse
and the cacophonic din is so loud,
we fail to be enthralled by bliss beat’s pulse,
until we enter silence on impulse.
If the light of Self is what we would see,
ego must be exhumed, that soul be free.
Plethora of religions, so much hype
Our mind drowns in the cacophonic din
Heed these words dear heart, if your soul is ripe
Indulging in ego cravings is sin
God dwells in our heart, so go in therein
Remain poised in awareness self-aware
Keep it simple and see God everywhere
Though time is an illusion, as is said,
we must yet say much time has been wasted,
since we’ve drifted about, not by love led,
with elixir of life not yet tasted.
To look not at form but spirit within,
is a message we received loud and clear
but beguiled by mind’s cacophonic din,
our delusion is yet to disappear.
Fragmented aspects of the divine whole,
are in truth interwoven in God’s heart,
thus piercing the veil, communing with soul,
we must deem all as one and none apart.
Foe eons we have floundered about blind ~
The time is now to be with love aligned
A cacophonic silence,
A mere blanch of a catastrophic faliure,
A maroon in a sickening mirage,
'tis a shade one more,
As a ray one less,
Fairing smiles adiue,
Requiem of a chastised face,
Lay a bed,
O'er wond'rous, to waste.
Where'n freshen lie fast in his daze,
Merry may go his hour,
Time shroud.
However vivid,
a weary slumber ,
Is but man's sorry tire,
Weeping sore,
Once dreaded in languishment,
Once cowered behind the stars.
Not an eye unopened,
Nor a God that sleeps.
Somberly and perpetually, it plays
Dark melodies in my days
Rumblings of guitar and piano play at distant
corners of my mind
Lingering concerts of sorrows so unkind
Willie Brown said, "The blues ain't nothing but a good
man feeling bad."
I want to be a good man; maybe this is why I'm
feeling sad
Deep, deeply in my soul
Cacophonic blasts so piercing and bold
Echoes of a distant and short past
Melancholic riffs, runs, and good licks long last
Blues,
Blues I did not choose
Instead, I was chosen
So many monotonous strums...
And deep pulsating drums
Play,
They play in my mind and heart...
When will it end?
Better yet, when did it start?
As the pastor delivers his speech
and religious fervour peaks,
our heart goes out to those marginalised,
for pale now are their fear fraught cheeks.
In the name of God, gathering a crowd,
witch-hunting the downtrodden and meek,
crass and callous is the cacophonic din,
shrouding love and light, each of us seek.
In the cacophonic chaos of life I seek peace,
delve into my soul’s serene niche,
perceive the pleasure of nothingness
in the void and tranquil depth of bliss,
where I savor the sweetness of solitude.
In the lonely island of life I like to be
suffused with supine shower of quietude,
find at the inert depth within a new me,
turned into a hermit I realize it as my reality,
in the quiescent insight I lose my duality.
As the full moon traverses my sleepy sky,
night’s opaque aloneness the stardust dilutes,
I drink eyeful while indolent time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight my inaction elutes,
and in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
Across the still sea of my serene soul,
the alluring horizon of love
I long to see wait at the edge of eternity,
where my yearning soars through emptiness
with the idyll thoughts in my idle time.
Bewildered by cacophonic sounds of mind,
I chose to step outside the stream of thought flow
into the vast void, leaving desires behind
and as I did this, my heart became mellow,
outpouring compassion beauteous and kind,
inking the universe with a mystic glow,
whereupon melding thus with the all that is,
my heart began dispersing mists of pure bliss.
God’s grace is immediate and intimate
and in truth there is nothing we need to do,
save gentling heart and making thought flow sedate,
that His bountiful benedictions renew,
whence heart celebrates as in-form nodes gyrate,
releasing nectar like the fresh morning dew
and thus this is-ness of being-ness of soul,
are divine blessings, ancient scriptures extol.
29-January-2023
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The flop and flurry of wide, woozy wings
clatters over dawn hedgerows.
Claws scrabble, feathers flounce.
An ounce of twitters rebounds
into raucous sound.
Here a rowdy cackle,
here a coddled coo,
there a deeply fluted hoo-hoo
all together in a ruffled flutter.
Birdsongs pump up,
light airy balloons into chattering tunes.
The sky jitterbugs a cloud or two.
Listen, listen do,
Listen to the hullaballoo
the mad glad galloping away of a musical play
where the singalong nips
at our ears with catcalls and cheers.
Another teaming twitter and fuss
strikes up its band for us.
Another cacophonic day lurches
as sleepy birds and the wide awake
gleefully roll off
their nocturnal perches.
Multiple sources
combine forces to create
a mighty current.
Quiet babbling brooks become
a cacophonic thunder.
Arcing in sunlight,
a stone lands with a kerplunk,
sends water skyward.
Swept downstream, it vanishes,
no evidence of impact.
Countless words flood forth:
mirth, anguish, anger, joy, awe.
Cast into the soup,
briefly visible to all,
swept downstream into the void.
It's the hush of morning calling me,
the subtle cacophonic echo awakening
discord on windy hallowed eaves
of distant chimes and church bells ringing;
December singing in my ears
Christmas hymns and olden melodies
that plague the sound waves endeared
with old lost stories and memories;
the heartstrings drawn together over time
stitching threads of encounters amassed
sutures of heartaches and heartbeats primed
quilting the tears and laughter passed;
some toss and turn beneath the covers
blanketed in its thermal warmth and dreams
grasping at midnight hopes discovered
waiting patiently anxious for the scenes;
if only the memories could return
of father, mother, uncles, aunts galore
grandparents, cousins gathering in turn
waiting on Christmas to greet us at the door.
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nature's winged gadget
cacophonic arguments
reconcile the day
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August 16, 2021
I am sorry, I broke my promise
A heavy voice spoke, wracked in guilt
with a dagger in my heart, I wept all alone
as the world moved on to a new day.
little snippets raced, still within your gravity.
and I stayed in your arms, with no words to say.
Cacophonic thunders and lightning fears
enveloped me in darkness of helpless tears.
Drenched in rain I slowly turn to sunshine,
Oh! your lies were so beautiful...
Stars glittered in everlasting nights
my moonlit sky turned calm and cool.
Dreamy clouds and foamy fountains
in pristine passion, mingle into a river.
I forgive and set free, two prisoners of love
only fractals of moments I keep forever.
You were sorry that you broke your promise
I am sorry, I couldn't break mine.
Dated 27th May 2021
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