Liken space as God,
as the womb of existence,
that’s in but not of the world.
Made in God’s image,
we transmit to Him by touch,
colouration of contrast.
Categories:
colouration, deep, spiritual,
Form: Sedoka
the impulse of love
in whatever form
arising within
from source
observe
how it plays
shifts colouration
as contoured by ego
without any negation
we see conditioning
mitigate the elixir
of magnetism
that heals
so we pause
cause of stupor
animating moments
with pristine uniqueness
receptive to the offering
Categories:
colouration, love, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
colouration of intent displaying love’s hue
flowing gently in mode embrace and release
with no remote viewing of the past or the future
there being within soul no aspect that has a desire
save of course a burning yearning to entwine hearts
momentarily estranged owing to memory erasure
knowing not in active cognition truth of being
sentience numbed to pulsations of rapture
borne by bliss magnetism at play within
with this recognition called upon to act
we cheerfully go through all the motions
of gentle persuasion employing love alone
as the medium of music setting up a rhythm
in vibrant nonchalance forecasting no outcome
flowing moment to moment enacting life’s role
attempting to hush the blush of pessimism
being but ripples created by lower mind
spawned by apprehensions of the ego
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
our awareness confined to body-mind
to navigate life our ego identity was born
to the truth of being, cognition remained blind
thus what was boon now bane till ego was shorn
discarding all knowing including imagined concepts
silence layers silence until silence alone remains
realms, gods and boons the usual suspects
colouration any, all these are chains
what emerges when duality ends
it is the absolute truth transcendental
no one comes, no one goes, no one ascends
it is a recognition of true being, beyond the mental
Categories:
colouration, i am,
Form: Rhyme
TACTILES
blue
in
a
an arrested
gaze
slide
in
a
fused an
avalanche
onto
a bare
canvas
to
erupt
then
to
burst out
&through
into
a
startling
ravishing
melting
beyond beauty
into
conceptual
refinement
&
shine
the
translucency
of
colouration
an ability
to
decorate
the
delicate things
with
a passion
for
the intensely
tactile
Categories:
colouration, poetry,
Form: Other
Speak, speak yes nobody
will listen to a sound
of yours and too your foot steps
if it means to be here
or there
because there is
something fake concerning
a card that is blinking how
and still oh!
for there is a blinking
red light on, indicating
that there is a colouration
in electricity
could it be that is a way
noned, since
time immemorial
oh! you may dust
but not this daughter
for a straight
line
boldly uncorruptible
and serve in truth and love.
Categories:
colouration, love,
Form: Free verse
awareness self aware
of dark veils of ignorance
shrouding our consciousness
rotates polarity of sentience
to view inner luminescence
the offered enablement
seen by periscope vision
is then scrutinised by ego
by jaundiced perception
in dimmed colouration
once baton of awareness
shifts into the void internal
we must rest our lower mind
trusting cognition spherical
to behold God’s miracle
for detachment complete
let us celebrate our delusion
resting our head at His feet
in continuum of meditation
heart radiant in elation
looking around in wonder
nestled in quiet contentment
bliss in-pours as vibrant thunder
as we view life in astonishment
delighting in soul unfoldment
17-September-2021
Categories:
colouration, joy, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
I see a seed of white colouration,
And pink pigmentation.
Manually easy to divide,
Not ritually difficult to provide.
I see the financially easy to handle,
A culturally accepted candle.
Announcer of a host’s good wishes,
Much more treasured than his dishes.
A proof of the giver’s honest intention
And summary of his cheerful disposition.
Alligator pepper is its errand boy,
Content to seem all through its toy:
Garden eggs readily surrendering its portfolio,
Their services adjusted relatively hollow.
Very correct to link it with West Africa
And just as flawless with The Tropical;
Consumer keep impressing its pleasant bitterness:
A continual patience with its induced giddiness…
The gods are served the best kolanut
To have the mouth of Evil amazingly shut!
Categories:
colouration, appreciation, culture, devotion, food,
Form: Rhyme
“Animate with love, each moment
Enhancing thus, our bliss quotient”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Awareness untouched by love is barren
Throb of love is our innate aliveness
Canvas we paint our own colouration
Let the music resonate lovingness
Granted free will, thinking manifests life
Aiding alignment with love upon earth
Ego urges us to engage in strife
Whilst love blissful joy forever in mirth
Radiant emptiness bliss mist aglow
Abiding in this silence we are free
Feeling and colouring life as it flows
Each moment we renew our joy entrée
Be mindful, oh hermit, embrace the now
Follow the scent of love, sweet and mellow
10-December-2020
Categories:
colouration, life, love, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
What is the void as in no-thingness
Wherein Shiva resides
As the pulse within in our emptiness
In resonance we abide
Awareness & sentience of no-mind
Limited self vaporises
What upon empty space has a bind
As we behold surprises
It is form that being limited may feel
Magnetism within rising
Cognisant of ecstasy in full appeal
The life current vivifying
Meditating thus in continuity
Unifying with Shiva a certainty
We may if we wish, tweak this meditation
Assigning initially to the void a colouration
The masters propose the colour blue
Dwelling upon it our stillness we renew
Slowly allowing the colour to fade
Whereupon we enter Shivas formless glade
21-October-2020
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Clear recognition in an unbroken continuation
That a God consciousness is the only real vibration
Thus pure thought rising
Not the illusionary ego craving
Nor is any lower thought
Ego begot
For the source of all energy
With which illusionary form may or may not be in synergy
Is God consciousness
The That Oneness
This clear recognition as flicker free awareness
Transmutes all lower impulses into divine consciousness
Thoughts too change their colouration
Magically transformed by single pointed devotion
Void & manifestation and any in between transience
All that is flowing from God exclaims our innocence!
The path of devotion
Quelling all commotion
Within
18-October-2020
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Hues of emotion
Nuances within
Their colouration
Rainbow beauteous
Prismatic delight
We as witness
From the fulcrum
Imbibe each pulse
Through sense of touch
In silence
Staid stillness
Aliveness
Grateful
For Gods
Gift
09-October-2020
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Vibrational interpretation
as by ourself chosen
colouration a co-creation
be it nectar or poison
Thus moment to moment
be we joyous or terse
our contemplation potent
a gift to the universe
02-October-2020
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
A simple physical breath recitation
For we cannot yet call it meditation
Gently inhaling we pause at the heart
Likewise pause at crown when breath departs
Breathing thus with pause of cessation
Thoughts may come & go as of ego suggestion
We gradually lengthen the practice duration
Flow of breath regardless of thought agitation
Simply positioning attention during the voids
Alternating at heart & crown therein buoyed
What happens thus is assigning priority
Getting to the divine in stuporous simplicity
By merely performing an exercise in lengthening time
Until the divine relents and we we hear the chime
Within
Footnote:
Such is the exposition
But there is no imposition
Possibly it may not resonate
Unless thought rested we meditate
We may then thus tweak what is written
Like a spirited horse not do as bidden
Adding to this doing our own colouration
Of love seeking love via breath meditation
Why not?
11-August-2020
Categories:
colouration, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
In these Days, We Prayed
April 12, 2013
ÉGHÉ (Time)
?
WÉGHÉ'
With time
The barren becomes pregnant
With time
The pregnant woman becomes a mother
With time
the mother becomes a daughter
With time
The married woman becomes a widow
With time
The childless widow becomes an object
Of obscurity and weak pity.
With time
An hero's deeds are told as stories
While great events become myths
And Once-Upon-A-Time.
For with time
Mountains metamorphose to sand
Rivers turn farmland
And Hills reduce to slime.
And time
frowns nor smiles on nothing
neither does he give nor take anything
for only a fool boast with a dime.
Oh time
you are too slow but yet so fast
For our tomorrow becomes yesterday
Like the uncertain colouration of a lime.
Man is a slave to time
As all men will answer to the call of time.
For the authority he exacts is divine
Nothing happens without the
Consent of time.
The past is Time
The present is Time
The future is Time
And Éghé himself is
Time..
?
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Categories:
colouration, art, time, together, travel,
Form: Didactic
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