Three years of age cerebral palsy her condition
No outward signs she is lacking cognition
Though not yet able to communicate through speech
To meet her needs other signs she does beseech
Fascinated by instruments of music
In response her facial expression never static
The direction of each eye is misaligned
The radiation of her thousand watt smile so magically defined
I rose from deep sleep much too fast one night
and, oh, boy howdy, did it cause a plight!
My brain was rearranged to shape much strife
by becoming my bratty pal for life.
If you live with low blood pressure, hear, please,
my advice: perform a tight bladder squeeze,
place feet on floor and pause before standing.
This prevents a ceramic tile landing,
many questions concerning your hurt brain
and sharing, 'my bladder needed drained.'
"The silence fades with a soft embrace,"
like twilight slipping beneath hospital blinds.
My body becomes stillness in slow motion—
the breath between two worlds.
Machines hum with patient doubt
as I drift from heartbeat into hush.
Somewhere, a hand still holds mine,
believing I might stir, return.
But inside, I am loosening—
thoughts folding like paper birds,
memories sinking below their names,
the self undoing, gently.
Neurons dim like distant towns at night,
each light a moment letting go.
The mind that once held oceans
now softens into shoreless sky.
Not pain, not fear—just quiet,
settling into the folds of forever.
A hush gathers deep within the brain,
not silence, but a final kindness.
Breath becomes an echo,
heartbeat a distant drum.
Even the machines seem to whisper,
as if they too know I’m leaving.
"The silence fades with a soft embrace"—
no rupture, no sudden dark,
only the slow return to where I began.
I leave no sound, but warmth remains—
like light after a flame is gone,
or a name whispered too softly to hear.
On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and be self-taught.
Just as the waves of the ocean ebb and flow,
we observe that thoughts too rise and fade away,
so by simply witnessing, we make them slow,
nonchalance holding all attachments at bay,
whence in depths of staid stillness we get to know,
that we’re not this feeble form, doomed to decay.
When thoughts recede, our heart not head takes the lead
and bliss pheromones within begin to breed.
If silence be the way, what is there to learn
from pastor’s sermons or a religious text,
since only when we transmute in body urn,
will the throb of bliss magnetism be annexed,
for which presence must choose to willingly burn,
that lower mind dies, which mostly remains vexed?
A day comes when we recognise in plain sight,
that who we are in truth, is God’s living light.
I’m so excited about this election
about America and our direction
We’ll trust old men
to make big decisions
elderly men
of compassion and vision
Men who were there
when the work was done
when we went to the moon
and warred in Vietnam
A glorious age is at hand
we’ll be safe in those trembling hands
One who launched a murderous insurrection*
Another who can’t even follow simple directions
They will grasp what needs to be done,
our land will be free and efficiently run
We’ll trust old men
who think with precision
to keep us safe
with complex decisions
Men who were there
when the work was done
promoting corporate advantage
and environmental damage
A glorious age is at hand
we’ll be safe in those trembling hands
I’m so excited about this election
about America and our direction
.
.
Officer, Brian D. Sicknick was murdered by rioters, beaten to death with a fire extinguisher. 113 other police officers were injured trying to protect our capital on January 6th, 2021.
someone rocks the boat
creating a sway
it may be disconcerting
but it is also play
willing to be surprised
which also means shocked
are we in mode celebratory
with lower mind docked
reflecting thus we become
the moon, the stars, the sun
we’re in a lucid dream
in truth we all are one
what we seek
love and light
is within
to know this
sans thought flow
vaporise
form and void
both are one
living light
13-February-2023
Tricube
From thought has risen
time-space warp prison;
so if we be still,
we regain soul’s will.
Poised in the void thus,
love and light fills us,
which was always there
but now we’re aware.
Vibrant nonchalance
ends fear dalliance
and as the bliss flame,
we play out life’s game.
Mind-body vessel,
is our soul’s vassal.
When both are aligned,
clear truth is divined.
Love as our thimble,
we stop thoughts nimble,
revealing our soul,
now blissful and whole.
26-July-2022
During lucid dreams, we respond
without forging therein a bond
with any creature, place or thing,
nonchalant to what thought streams bring.
Awake within the dream, we’re still,
playing our role, as of God’s will;
although ego trace does remain,
our childlike heart is free from stain.
Waking state’s another matter,
for here there’s endless mind chatter;
an organic form that decays,
nudging us toward wayward ways.
Our soul’s fault line is attachment,
veiling true-self, luminescent.
Ego anchors us in darkness,
until we choose void of stillness.
Sans fears and desires, ego dies,
freeing us from this world of lies,
as we realise who we are,
knowing God’s within, not afar.
Getting to this recognition
simply requires thought cessation,
whereupon bliss pervades our form,
as a benign magnetic storm.
19-April-2022
Disillusioned with the external
Owing to self-imposed limitation
We embrace spirit vibrational
Equal now, in each sensation
27-May-2021
She grieved for her twin flame gone
Then the friendly priest came along
Spirit eternal, never dies, never born
Let us continue to sing our love song
As we are so we be and thus do see
Shifting as moon does wax and wane
Flowing ever free in our each entrée
Beautifying pain as a wabi-sabi stain
Who do you look for in the wilderness
There is nothing here but Gods breath
Dynamic and potential consciousness
At its own ignorance our soul blusheth
16-May-2021
We see what we want to see poetry contest
Sponsor: Daniel Turner
for love too sometimes conflict inevitable
even with desires rested life not so simple
for we live not alone and justice must prevail
others depend upon us so we must not fail
to defend as of ability path of righteousness
outcomes as any heart open in graciousness
yet by specious reasoning wrong looks right
so to get to clarity we employ spherical sight
rotating polarities and positions and opinions
visualising with the detractor our divine union
before embarking upon any action irretrievable
we dismiss our own ego cravings inexhaustible
thereafter what will be will be
28-July-2020
At any given instant
That that is constant
Is formless I Am awareness
Experiencing in-form consciousness
As it’s own outward turned attention
Feeling the pulse of union & separation
Within fleeting duality
Encasing the one singularity
A Divine entwined caress
In the endless sea of bliss
At any given instant
That which is inconstant
Is ego borne delusion
Believing real the illusion
Of separateness
Of itself from the That Oneness
Indulgence in maya being the foolishness
Of attempting to grasp the impermanence
We may of course exit the mind-body construction
By flowing in dynamic stillness of rippleless meditation
No doing to be done then save undoing stagnative conditioning
We reclaim That that we already are one with Ohm reverberating
Within
J-ust
A-nother
N-oble
D-edication
O-pens
M-ind
I-n
N-otable
I-ntuitive
C-ognition
M-aking
A-spirant
R-eady
I-nto
N-ext
A-ssigned
S-tudies
Topic: Graduation Day (April 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
we forever prepare
cognition to understand
this prism of life
to cognize the greys
of strewn spectrums...that shine clear
with color so rife
there is something and
nothing being in meaning
of any one's strife
observers are a
self realized consciousness
perception of life
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