I sit in a meditative mood under a canopy
the sun tries in vain above to pierce through.
A playful light breeze cajoles the senses
while life delightfully carries on about.
Summer lingers and we strive to enjoy
every graceful afternoon as it stretches
longingly and mercifully into that magic hour
where the sun sets to retire in its flamboyant glory.
AP: 3rd place 2026
ego cajoles us to strive
to maintain on soul its hold
know doership is delusion
these words mark in bold
I am taunted by my smug blue dictionary every day
she cajoles and teases me until I give in, allowing her way
her ready whispers and suggestions, give me rich new words
she happily spits out adjectives and curly enticing verbs
new information taps out a tune on my head
I read six more pages before I retire to bed.
I wake up in the morning and reach out for her
Like an eager kitty, she gives me a bit of a purr.
Staid
silence
cajoles us
to animate
the undercurrents
of ever present bliss,
by invoking pure intent,
that by softening attention,
ego fades and magnetism pulsates,
reuniting our presence with the source.
The truth of God is for heart to reclaim,
here and now without applying force,
simply by slowing speed of thought,
that befriending the dark void,
our soul is touched by grace,
which then so transforms
our consciousness
from within
with His
love.
Tamas cajoles us to stick with routine,
whilst Rajas as the cauldron of desire,
seeks attainments which are as yet unseen
and so we oscillate until we tire;
then Satva gentles our heart’s raging fire.
The gunas three twirl our ego around,
though the light of our Self is never bound.
“Let silence teach”, the master said
“that soul may be by God’s hand fed,
whence graced by His touch, we ascend,
on choosing to be by love led.”
Inertia cajoles us to blend
with the crowd that we may defend,
attachments to which our heart clings,
though all that begins will soon end.
Time holds its breath when our heart sings
and it is in these little things,
moments when our ego dissolves,
from our very core, soul’s light springs.
When head to heart power devolves,
the scent of love conflicts resolves,
whence thus doing nothing at all,
our true Self as God’s spark evolves.
When we see, we know and recall,
our luminous Self standing tall
and breathless beholding this sight,
we’re blown away in a bliss squall.
Wonderstruck beholding God’s light,
the flame that banishes the night,
we are at peace, feeling complete,
heart dancing with unbound delight.
I used to make up excuses
I would have a funeral, a wedding, a cruise, something
Whenever I did not want to do something
I would get coaxed and cajoled, and sometimes would give in
Despising my inability to say no to these interlopers
Wishing I was brave enough to tell them the truth
I have either gotten senile or wiser with my new age
Not sure which
But now I have one answer
And it works
And no one coaxes me or cajoles me
I say “I don’t want to”
It is the perfect reply
divine magnetism that enlivens our soul
cajoles presence to compose a bliss beat
in sublime sacred geometry that makes us whole
dancing to a rhythm radiating love’s heat
so simply by setting up a wave of pure intent
light strobes emanate as we follow the scent
a robin chirping near the window
serves up a delicious bit of melancholy
on the living room floor an air mattress
quietly cajoles my sciatic nerve
this place, this home, this abode the result
of a thirty year 'bout with the devil
an old card table with battered folding chair
the most unlikely place for a throne
a hot cup of Joe laced with Bailey’s Irish Crème
scrambled muse on the side for breakfast
ephemeral are objects heart desires
fleeting is joy and lingering is pain
cause of suffering is seeking outcomes
ignorance is our sin, desire the chain
simply recognising that body-mind
is an earth vehicle, an interface
which we as eternal presence ensoul
by God’s grace, steps towards truth we retrace
everything in this realm is polarised
enabling movement in space, clocked by time
yet do not both these fetters disappear
whence drenched with rapture betwixt bliss beats chime
God speaks to us as whispers in the void
His language is love, as conscience cajoles
befriending silence, clear light within dawns
when ego recedes, soul re-writes life’s goals
simply by melding our head with the heart
inner conflict ends and we stand erect
pheromones mingle, our eye’s then single
no longer on shores of darkness shipwrecked
upon choosing to dwell in cessation
divine magnetism pervades feeble form
we become that we had set out to seek
transmuted thus in love’s benign bliss storm
Here now we live in body-mind,
wherein our heart, loving and kind,
cajoles us to slow down life’s pace,
free from feral cravings that bind.
Be this as it may, life’s rat race,
estranges us from love’s embrace,
dimming God’s light that glows within,
since thrust of lust is what we chase.
Eye on desire, we seek to win,
by means fair or foul, that’s our sin
but the joy we seek eludes us,
as we’re deafened by thought flow din.
Such is our life, dark fears nonplus;
like a spoilt child, we fret and fuss
over illusions, the mundane,
refusing to board God’s bliss bus.
We have freedom but are insane,
trauma bonding with desire’s chain,
preferring to remain asleep,
thus prolonging our ego’s rein.
If we’d take a consciousness leap,
we must dare to swim in the deep,
resting in silence, self-aware,
feeling within every bliss beep.
Soul suffocates, give it some air;
meld head with heart and with love pair,
that thus doing nothing at all,
demonic desires we outstare.
Who we are, in stillness recall,
which is living light, standing tall,
recognition that makes us smile,
whence in darkness we’ll never fall.
resting endowed functionality
as bestowed by the universe
a stirring yet arises in the heart
to emote a melodious verse
humming pulse of innate aliveness
cajoles us to dance on life’s stage
we pause awhile in the bardo
where fires of lust and desire rage
pristine presence looks at the ego
amazed at how big it has grown
it’s misaligned with the call of soul
so the times’ now to park the drone
free from the fetters of lower mind
soul’s auric field begins to increase
renewing its vibrance within itself
ushering a glow of ineffable peace
the Ferris wheel of mind yet rotates
owing to past momentum in motion
standing on firm ground we look on
nonchalant to the ongoing commotion
at the pause of polarity interchange
the hum of bliss is heard in the void
slowing down therein without cause
we reclaim the light of Self unalloyed
be receptive dear soul
to the caress divine
at play within
feel the hum
of bliss magnetism
enlivening organic form
melding with vast space
a deep peace fills us
as we bilocate
God’s heartbeat
and His gentle breath
cajoles us to go in within
simply following the scent
of bliss pheromones
we vaporise
bereft of thought
by staid silence taught
light of our true Self dawns
discard concepts dear soul
all that is is God alone
we are His flame
Bliss furrows burrow deep under our skin,
fire of sun cooled by moon’s soothing nectar,
whence soul’s light can no longer be boxed-in,
surging forth piercing each body vector.
The coo of love cajoles heart to conform,
with the endearing rhythm of God’s heartbeat,
felt as sublime healing mists, cool and warm;
radiant rapture that does not deplete.
The dance divine, a lifelong flirtation,
as a humble recipient of grace,
we’re poised thus in the void of cessation,
held by Holy Spirit in warm embrace.
In timeless time God Himself does appear ~
His form is all heart, a love and light sphere
“I’m a conundrum. Or an enigma. I forget which” ~ James A. Owen
As
the soul
by free will,
chose to descend,
that contrast be felt,
thus be known in fullness,
no option remained save trance,
which it entered, burning the bridge
to heaven, God’s wisdom, love and light,
yet cradling deep in heart, the spark divine.
The deed thus done, now caged in feeble form,
splendour of light lost, soul quaked in fear,
yet from time to time heart whispered
secrets not meant to be shared
but love cannot be bound
and so cajoles soul
to renounce fear
so that it
may be
free.
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