Choiceless Poems | Examples

Renewal continual

Subtle scents resurrected by desire,
hijacked by ego, crystallise as thought,
a symbol seeking to depict that fire,
which divine inspirations to heart brought,
attempting to cage sun rays but cannot,
with words merely pointing out to that taste,
savoured, embraced and released by soul chaste.

In silence, becoming one with life’s flow,
as the source that enlivens form of dust,
relinquishing thus ego’s need to know,
vibrance of innocence radiates trust,
as of choiceless choice doing as it must,
to reinvent creation by love’s touch,
relying not upon lower mind crutch.

Zen mode

organic form a playground 
for us as kundalini to express
desire as of choiceless choice
to feel bliss borne by the union
of in-form polarities orbiting heart
wherefrom surging forth as rapture 
living light of Self prismatically displays
the full spectrum of the rainbow within
and as our body is transmuted thus
presence sees how ego vaporises 
consumed slowly by the flame
wherein during the process
we are both this and that

Is-ness of being-ness

As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.

If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.

Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.

The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.

All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.

As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.

Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.

Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.

Zen mode

moment to moment
we detect lethargy
of the tamas guna 
and are astonished 
how gravity confines
the light of our being
in dungeons of darkness 
to fulfil needs of feeble form
wherein at this time we dwell

as of choiceless choice 
we may yield or overcome
the cravings of our ego
either which ways
we are free
the difference however
is the state of consciousness 
are we asleep or are we now awake

The play divine

As of choiceless choice 
Employing free will
The one became two
Erased memory 
To engage in play

In timeless time
Graded silence
Rekindled bliss
Transcendental 

The mirror
Now broken
Ended trance

The two
Became

One

Choiceless

Our silent heroes:

The animals who served us

Did not have a choice.

Zen mode

humming toroidal heart
looks at the head ovoid
which now glistens with light
that is gifted to it by Self
which dwells in heart’s core

the seeker who sought is dead
all that that now glows is Self
which as of choiceless choice
chooses to imbibe bliss by touch
in the dance of polarities within

in endless renewal

Zen mode

 within self-referral awareness 
resplendent in its luminosity 
as of choiceless choice
Self polarises itself 

the truth is known
on breaking the mirror
requiring ego dissolution
holding still throb of silence

not suppression or sublimation
for both require an identity
only playful observation 
erases egoic delusion 

in this knowing we rest
aflame in rapture of bliss
that transmutes organic dust
into a sublime ethereal living light

Zen mode

the bliss we sought has now intensified 
although it matters not if our form bursts
it is abundantly clear we have been to lied
for it is the ego conjured identity that thirsts

this matrix of manifestation is but thought 
conjured by the one as of choiceless choice
love alone is real, there’s nothing to be taught
each wave of the ocean speaks in one voice

Zen mode

skiing along the bardo that blurs boundaries
between spontaneity and free will
as choiceless choice dances
who remains the witness
save I Am presence
which I Am

Outlive It

Some get over a bad childhood,
they rise to the top of a hill
to set fire to the bloody rags of a choiceless youth.
The beacon flares, below a forest
of wide-eyed animals
watch as the sacrifice, now a smoldering fawn,
blunders among them, its throat cut and bleeding.

Others drag around a blind doll,
day by day the macabre manikin grows larger,
its face a picture of apathy,
for apathy is the ghostly dress of
all long dead ballerinas.
That hand-stitched doll
gets too heavy to bear, and so daily,
they must give it away to beggars and saints,
The doll is insane, its pain is a robber's key
that returns to unlock any cardboard castle,
or iron fortress.

When the wild dogs come
to scavenge among the bones of a childhood,
throw them something raw and still wriggling,
let them slaver and chew it over,
until they sicken,
then chop off their gray heads,
one by one.

Descent and ascent

Being creative,
heeding call of love,
tremulous soul stirs,
descending on earth,
to explore by touch,
fierce storms of contrast,
held within the womb,
of the vast void,
that holds existence,
in the heart of God.
It’s movement,
as of choiceless choice,
is spontaneous 
and playful
but innocence
without wisdom
is doomed to be trapped,
when immersed in dreams,
hypnotic.
Feeling incomplete,
befriending silence,
with thought forms rested,
ego recedes
and then soul reclaims,
the light of Self,
which it was,
is and will be,
forever.

The Effects of Covid 19

Cautions & portions 
       Obstruction & destruction
       Rules & fools
       Obligation & deprivation
       Nervous & resurface
       Alterations & expectations 
       Voiceless & choiceless
       Isolation & seperation 
       Radical & fanatical
       Uncertainty & disharmony 
       Solitude & disquietude

Zen Mode

silence engages stillness 
entwining matter and void
wherein herein immanent
our presence transcendent 
cooperates with flow of time
to feel each earth life pulse
acceptant and receptive
being our choiceless choice
to create no unwanted ripple 
in the play already impulsed 
whilst yet infusing vibrancy 
in childlike innocence playful 
that the omnipresent witness 
pauses a moment to smile
beholding the lotus bud bloom

Zen Mode

intent
desire
yearning
or nonchalance 
a choiceless choice
of our true being
to feel by touch
at any depth
vibrations

so be it

27-May-2023

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