As
we drift
from focus
to the trance state,
witness consciousness
which we may call the Self,
always poised in the vast void,
remans detached yet cognisant
of all the comings and goings here,
in but not of each thought and sensation.
No doubt the gunas three twirl us around
but by resting in time dissolved calm,
light of Self becomes manifest
through tranquil meditation
as softened attention
erases space-time,
our eye single,
commingles
with God’s
light.
Categories:
commingles, light, self,
Form: Etheree
Commingles the cold night,
Thermal read outdoors,
Steadily filters,
While entranced fever,
Boost temperatures.
Comforter warms,
Snugly coiled tight,
From toes till head,
Pacifies gloom.
Chicken soup,
Cough syrup,
Soothes the ill.
Sweat beads,
Prompts cures,
Healed.
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Categories:
commingles, character, encouraging, endurance, health,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
I hate to keep the windows closed
No matter what the weather,
‘Cause fresh air’s a connection
To the outside, like a tether.
Apartment living has its flaws,
The lack of space most glaring,
But also, there’s no exit out
To see how things are faring.
Except the windows, which, to me,
Must always stay ajar
(Or open wide when temps outside
Will let me raise the bar).
The breeze wafts in and, like today,
Commingles with the heat,
Reminding me the day awaits,
The world outdoors to greet.
Categories:
commingles, home,
Form: Rhyme
Rain with blue sky commingles daylight into sun
Signals to the weather which way the wind climbs high
North is a birds favorite direction when singing with intent
Tiny brains are smart enough to find the south when seasons end
Flying past mountains held up on distant nights reflection
Sojourners hold it all together rightly so
Watch your step when climbing upper altitudes alone
Don't slip or fall or go below zero
Folded snow remembers mounds of colder frost
That grows, that stops by Winter rivers path
Going outside is ridiculous when late
In disguise, in blinding white, conditions dangerous
To count the stars, to shiver, to cover all contingencies of madness
Carry a flash light filled with batteries
You can never have enough to see where it all started
Where it began when calculations came about
Down in the valley stars stand out
Are easier to touch if you stretch into the farthest reaches
Categories:
commingles, adventure, appreciation, beautiful, creation,
Form: Free verse
Confusion abounds
rain commingles with sunshine,
winter greets the spring...
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Categories:
commingles, nature, seasons
Form: Haiku