The end has come while the rest wasent found.
Lurking truths have seeped into every sound.
The misery is loud.
Trying to wash the wounds from all my cuts.
It rises from the bottom of my guts.
Why was it not written to remain as love.
Looking for the answers beneath each cup.
Never knowing if it could have been.
This entire saga has been one bad dream.
Now I must keep walking into the abyss.
Will I ever find true bliss.
Missing each and every kiss.
The journey was bumpy to say the least.
The arguments generated an uneasy feast.
Creating constant agony as we never stayed happy.
A lonely path was written for me, As I spill the tea.
I thought I was in control.
Her words were strong in packs as they whispered to capture.
Did she realise that her weapon created the demolition of chapter.
Another chapter in my life
over much too soon
when there's so much more to live
it's just not opportune
but is Anonymous the author
or would it be myself possibly
writing this tale so true
could it be an autobiography
and yet I won't be put on hold
my one and only guarantee
tho' late won't be overdue
when it's check out time for me
for on turning a page today
I came to realise and to clarify
I'm living a story in a book on loan
from the Great Library in the Sky
Moonlight hitchhikes on green pines
Slipping away like maroon mind
Melancholy music rides breeze I find
Comfort and peace in warm red wine
Escape in a bottle isn’t the worst crime
Running full throttle from dilemma time
No longer on top not in my peach prime
Want it to stop this inner indigo whine
I failed and wail wildly in pantomime
Tell the tale smiling fallen star still shines
Hear them talking judgement like sour lime
Despite squawking new day new grace will chime
Turning the page on the drama of wintertime
Looking forward to redemption in green vines
Not dead yet despite my fret I will be fine
Know how to grow be bold and draw new lines
A new horizon in view already,
I stood there seeing it
Wearing a blanket weaved
With threads of memory
Of all the years to date ,I have lived
It's the time
A magnificent panorama to bid goodbye
To step into a new landscape of life
With just a blanket of memories,
It sure will always be with me,
Till I become infinity.
For months, a poem was written a day
To serve as keeping my diary.
Wanted to stop at the end of a simple, pure and fun filling friendship.
For a while, my feelings and my writing headed different direction.
That caused me headache and panic.
Soon, I regretted for not letting my inner thoughts,
To flow as freely as it should be.
For suppressed my feelings unwillingly.
On top of that, I had no idea how to release my mind,
How to freely share my writing to mankind.
Then, one fine day in early this year,
After six months waiting and hoping,
Came along someone, who introduced Poetrysoup.com to me,
Somehow, it was like he answered my prayer,
And be my writing rescuer.
He also installed the relevant Apps,
And fully explained how to use it.
Then, all of the sudden, a thought of history would repeat.
Just like all other arts I currently pursuing,
It was initially inspired by someone with lots of fun,
But it ended up to entertain many others but the idea creator.
The new year just came around from the corner.
Am I heading to another disaster?
Dear God, please help me and take away all my sins.
If I ever did anything wrong, I honestly did not mean to do it.
The final bell had sounded. Happy kids
fled halls and classrooms, out those double doors.
I heard brief conversations: “Call me soon” . . .
“Hey, let’s go swimming” . . . “Catch ya later, Dude!”
They’d soon return to school, but not to me.
I graded final tests and posted grades
just as I had for decades, but then came
lunchtime with colleagues and unique good-byes,
from some I’d seldom see, some not at all—
for I would never pass that way again.
I filled my car with boxes that contained
a plethora of teaching aids, a mass
of memories of a career—of my
identity since I was twenty-two.
Then, through my tears, I took one long last look,
and made my way toward my other home.
A battle a day
A prayer to say
Keep sin away
Turn night to day
A life I'm to live
For sin I will grieve
His Word is a sieve
His Life I will live
I live just for Him
It is not a meme
His Light like a beam
Brightens my heart's dim
Rejoice, O you saint!
Be strong, do not faint.
Beyond death, being "late"
See the Pearly Gate!
The past is the parched scream
of dead and dying flowers
the present is a bamboo raft
shark fins circling in the devil's hat
the future is a silky-smooth horizon
sprinkled with halos and sunlight.
"How can this be?" the old man said,
As shadows fell on the temple’s light,
His voice was low, his heart was lead—
Would faith grow pale in the nearing night?
But Gabriel, bright with timeless grace,
Stood firm beneath the altar’s flame,
"The Lord has heard you, face to face,
His promise lives, though you feel shame."
Oh, doubt not power that moves unseen,
In darkness still, the seed is sown,
For even now, though skies may lean,
Your heart’s small prayer becomes his own.
Dorothy was a major character
throughout this refreshing novel.
The next in the series sees
Dorothy as a chapter.
Is Dorothy there within
the succeeding book? Yes, there she is.
She’s a chapter’s section, and often called Dot.
So beautiful is Dorothy, so delightful is Dot.
Where is Dot? Ah, there in the next.
A teensy-weensy presence:
a paragraph - but she is there.
Dot is definitely there.
In the next book
Dorothy has been dropped:
Not even a Dot.
Dorothy is now a full stop.
(09 Nov 2024)
“There is no need of knowledge, reasoning, time, space, instruction from a teacher, or attainment of Samahdi.
I am naturally the perfect Consciousness, the Real, like the sky, Spontaneous and steady.”
we are as we are complete
with whom then should we compete
life flows on all by itself
what can we add to the Self
doubts that arise are of mind
but we’re soul loving and kind
resting instrument of thought
we become here now self-taught
we’ve vaporised fears have flown
samadhi too is now known
wisdom downloads have been graced
and wayward ego defaced
all we do is dwell in heart
feeling there ignition start
we are as we are complete
from head to toe bliss replete
what was veiled is now revealed
and traumas felt in dreams healed
breath by breath we bilocate
between earth and heaven’s gate
ego’s dead we’ve reclaimed light
breath by breath heightens delight
having plugged energy leak
we’re he we set out to seek
“There is no body made up of five elements; nor is there anyone who is disembodied.
All is verily the Self alone.
How can there be the three states and the fourth?”
To put this verse in perspective
We pause to explain elements and states
The former, earth, water, fire air and vast space
The states are waking, dreaming, deep sleep
The fourth is turiya, recognised by grace
First things first, we are not decaying organic form
This body-mind is but an earth life interface
A vehicle to feel by touch pulse dual
Our true form in singularity is living light
Eternal awareness self-aware in endless renewal
With this preamble the verse becomes clear
Yet remains a concept until we directly recognise
An enablement offered if we be still in the vibrant void
Where in timeless time false identity falls away
Revealing light of Self pure and unalloyed
“Even my natural self appears to me as non-distinct from the supreme Self; it appears to be one and like space. How can there be meditator and meditation?”
beginning at the end of our understanding
globe of love and light of God is all that is
without diminishing Himself, He creates all
felt in the manifest universe as a bliss fizz
have ye not seen the truth as yet oh hermit
know the seeker who seeks does not exist
if we be still judging neither fault nor merit
our pristine presence is by bliss mists kissed
acknowledging form as also boundless space
we imprint our unique emotes in the vast void
as both this here now and the absolute totality
effervescence of our love is pure and unalloyed
“Some seek nonduality, others duality.
They do not know the Truth, which is the same at all times and everywhere, which is devoid of both duality and nonduality.”
everything everywhere, all at once
the pulse of life in unending renewal
spontaneity has no need to rehearse
with love and light of God as life’s fuel
sacred geometry everywhere abounds
consciousness expands engulfing all
thus all manifestations are but illusions
so who in truth we are we must recall
self is living light self-aware and complete
this is the non-dual singularity sages seek
we pulsate in space-time dissolved peace
yet to grow in love don organic form weak
what is real and what may we call unreal
God alone is and is the only true knower
do not both duality and singularity entwine
which chakra is higher and which is lower
omnipresence, omniscience, omnipotence
enjoying full freedom, is God’s effervescence
resplendent with love and light is God’s heart
everywhere all at once shines His vital essence
“There is no substance whatever which is by nature unlimited. There is no substance whatever which is of the nature of Reality. The very Self is the supreme Truth. There is neither injury nor non injury in It.”
all that is manifest, has a beginning and an end
unreal, a bubble of illusion, a thought projection
puppeteer unknown but puppets wish to ascend
therefore all spiritual practices require rejection
mind propels thought, impulsed by heart’s desire
so heart is where the ultimate truth may be found
at our core therein, ego is vaporised in a bliss fire
consciousness expands, we are no longer bound
presence discovers itself as an eternal living light
at peace, our formless awareness feels complete
possessing full freedom it’s radiance is pure white
suffused with God’s love, pulsating in bliss delight
mind cannot know the truth but soul can become
it is a metamorphosis, a complete transmutation
one with existence, we meld with the cosmic hum
bilocating thus breath by breath is our meditation
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