A Monk With No God
Delta wave slumber, healing and pure.
Nothing the subconscious cannot cure.
All-in-all essence—creation’s force.
Impossible to name life’s true source.
Permeating worlds beyond count,
With grace, those cosmic numbers surmount.
Divine illumination within,
Consciousness eternal, without end.
“I think,” and thus prove that I exist—
Such an argument can be dismissed.
Unmeasured thought: no length, breadth, or weight.
Nothing to quantify or translate.
Cosmos expanding faster than light;
Humankind struggles with their own plight.
If nothing is greater than one’s mind,
How shall eternity be defined?
A monk with no god Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
9/22/2025
The line between brilliant consciousness
And the darkness of oblivion
Is thin, is faint.
The physical is simply a host;
But does it contain a ghost?
Why are we here?
What we do,
Does it have any effect on, who are you?
And what about when we are not?
We are but once a simple dot;
A spot stuck
To an orb with blue hue.
The light is faint;
In the large night.
What about when we are not?
Into the darkness do we go?
Or is it dawn
At the start of night?
Vanish into the air
With a flutter of the eyes.
Up into the skies?
Those must all be lies,
Where to when we rise into flight?
Once that light comes;
Once it will go.
It should not be so,
That it would depart
And leave no glow.
Is it a portal?
Or does a shuddering rhythm;
A reluctant silence turn out the lights.
Such a small change in the end;
Were we ever here?
No one will ever know,
Where we will go.
The battles we fought.
The laughs that echoed around,
The smiles brought from somewhere beyond the sound.
Who will know?
No you and I;
Perhaps the sky.
The man wondered, "What is hope?"
Metacognition defined, it's nothing but a dope.
The heart objected to the proposition.
And told it's an ambiguous anticipation.
The prefrontal cortex made the reasoning disentwine.
And equated hope with the level of dopamine.
The enterochromaffin cells rejected the cortical rationality.
And signified serotonin's vitality.
Posterior pituitary smiled sarcastically.
And illustrated oxytocin's role affectionately.
The man woke up out of this exasperation.
Though dream, but intrigued by the imagination.
He asked," Is hope just a chemical state?"
Consciousness whispered it's not that straight.
collaborate, elaborate
conductively emasculate
submissive, entanglement
collectively salivate.
redistributive contemplate
delirious encapsulate danger-
actualize, substitutive penalize.
collectively, abstractness from
radiance to darkness.
antagonistic death rate
the fallacy in dead weight.
reprehensible antithesis
conglomerate esophagus.
speckled and corroded,
constructively demoted.
perniciously solitude, destitute and longitude.
contact free cohesively elongated actuality.
substantially creative
ingeniously innovative.
crafting masterpiece from thread
contempt breeds success or death.
the effort does not translate to achievement.
C A U S A T I O N vs. D E T E R M I N I S M
Choices form towards our preordained trajectory
Decision built bricks stack factors progressively
Circumstancial pegs compile in accord to faculty
Dogmas of downtrodden clogged with profanity
Circles run rings around predictions, an equator
Divides same from same in symmetrical centre
Cogs who push their neighbours never blame us
Duration in environ expidited by wheel's impetus
Certainty occurs, journey obscured from turning
Decorum's shield prohibits peripheral discerning
Contingent coddles confederates, cave sedation
Dictated picture is droll pattern of premeditation
Character patter converses with class conducive
Dialogue delays, latitudinal liberal splay spruking
Concious diverges in a dual carriageway purview
Deliberation channels hairpin 's curve impromptu
14th February
Fortitude Breaks
Causation Chains
Self-Consciousness
White noise surrounds us each day. We do not even hear it over the din of living. Life is noisy, a constant barrage of sounds from all different directions, in all different pitch. A phone, music, loud heated discussions. The very moment I get an answer wrong, one can hear a pin drop.
“A pin can be heard”---
Dropping tinny to the floor
Why is it so quiet?
Sunshine Williams
Your eyes stoned from the moment it dazzled against darkness
I don't want you to be like this
Hoping another moment gently sprang sweet kisses..
Inevitably holding moments of depth and thing must not compare
These lovely eyes..
Won't meet another chances..
Maybe lost of the winds..
And wings fallen..
Should I compare the blissfulness
Tis' doleful?
Tis' omen calls?
Should I?
Nowhere it seems..
Seems like things change happens so fast within the queue of conciousness..
Tis' I and the conciousness..
Complex, capricious, capable
Rebelling, bending, absorbing
Brain, neurons, lobes, ideas
Wiring, firing, connecting
Interwoven,flexible
Fascination
Like it has been said before "A dream within a dream"
Again has brought me back, back to this rippling stream
No wild life, only trees, no wind
Just me alone there with my sin
OH! How unlucky I am to be stuck within
Sal F. Manela
Rippling Stream
6/4/11
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