in the heart of the absolute
an intent arose
to manifest as a soul seed
then see how He grows
hiranyagarbha: cosmic egg
shaped like head ovoid
was the first manifestation
pure and unalloyed
both immanent and transcendent
Self as living light
crystallised then as body-mind
where ego blurred sight
earth life’s real and yet a dream
twirled by gunas three
yet light innate cannot be caged
silence sets us free
knowing this not, we pray to gods
concepts we’ve been fed
adept at brainwashing ourselves
truth’s as good as dead
in a state of inner conflict
head and heart apart
God smiles at us when we choose love
that’s the way to start
boundaries blur when love awakes
pheromones mingle
in samadhi we transcend mind
our soul’s eye single
the seeker who sought disappears
Self alone remains
this is the way, weary hermit
to shed ego chains
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In their ending man destroyed their heaven and their earth.
And the earth being without form and void;
Presents its re'-membered nothingness back into the darkness of familiarities 'ere alienation out of the commonalities that are the countenance of deep space.
The Spiritual force ... "Do you hear and see, what the deaf and blind, had known." ~~~~~~~~> touch ...
... conceptual introvertism
idee fixe
can be no more
to say next day
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If in two minutes you cannot answer this,...then you have failed the basics of conceptual Poetry. :-)
Silences … between thoughts
Non-conceptual thinking
Taste of real freedom
Then, every reader wants to write a book
Books
Those monks who invented stillness
And taught the Dalai Lama of Tibet
Are unknown … as you will be, too
Though Seers share freely with tourists
Tourists …
Hear voices, too many, too often
Those who meditate a month feel like sharing
They ask long questions at gatherings
How do I discern the right voice?
Voices …
Is it my ego?
Is it Being?
Is it?
Is
IT
Conceptual and Perpetual
Things about God may be conceptual;
There are those pleasing and perpetual,
For me planned;
Beach with sand,
And His will know He will always fulfil.
Jim Horn
Dancing with conceptual darkness
In a white dress stained with a dead love
Behind the partners eyes lies the truth
Which is nothing more than insanity
That grins and laughs at a woman's loss
Oh for it was those very eyes
Eyes she first looked upon and saw weakness
Reflecting back
Knowing not of those dark desires
And she was broken through those nightmares
Each stare
Each dream
More intense
More desperate
Much stronger
Until a young will lost to an old fear
For a power like this comes with a price
And that's all he ever wanted
Her wish was only to defeat him
Through any sacrifice
Even her own humanity
In exchange to the very enemy
She lost it all
Insanity is never a kind sword
With the blood in her hands and her soul in his
The woman forgot her battles
Came to dance with the very thief
And drifted into silhouette
Oh he made her stronger
For the both believe they won
Alas unbeknownst she moves without a pulse
Forever dancing with that conceptual darkness
I sometimes wander
into the wilderness of doubt
…off the beaten path
of conformity
My spirit walking barefoot
through contradictions
gathering the dust
of beliefs to trust
What’s seen at first
as a barren land
is filled with discarded ideas
Philosophies and concepts
of different mindsets
are as many
as the grains of sand
Sifting and sieving
these conceptual grains
is a task that’s not in vain
Spending some time
in solitude
allows the spirit
to commune
with the brain
©Debra Squyres 2013